The Gentleman at the End

When the head of the arrogant Pulaid the Great was raised high,

on the observation platform,

the three marquises and even the more than ten earls behind them did not panic because the emperor was beheaded, they merely showed expressions of shock, unexpected that the opponent could force the emperor to this extent.

Zede, who had basically recovered after receiving treatment in Glatoni's stomach world, did not change his position, still choosing to sit on the side of the blood people.

Zede was using his unique physical perception to feel the state of the emperor, and the feedback he got was endless crimson, even hearing the friction of a grand army's flesh through the body, as if something was going to be released.

"Is this duel officially about to begin..."

...

On the other side of the observation platform,

The joint persons in charge of this circus performance, William and Art, changed their expressions simultaneously, not because Yi Chen gained the upper hand and even had the chance to kill the emperor, but their faces were ugly.

"Art, did you feel it?"

Art said with a face full of discomfort, "How could I not feel it? I feel like I'm going to explode~ It's so exaggerated, didn't expect the legendary emperor to be this exaggerated.

The skin is just a 'binding', what's inside is the real thing, no wonder it was always overflowing blood through the hair sacs on the head before, turns out it was unable to contain the main body.

Being able to see the 'true form' of the emperor here, I'm satisfied."

William had a serious expression, "Stop talking nonsense, Art! Move quickly, help me expand the circus, otherwise the current size of the circus will definitely explode."

"Isn't it good if it explodes? Then the match would be forced to interrupt, and these blood people would be left deep in subspace, and we could quickly return to the Skin Factory using your method, William, to handle the final thing with our 'child'.

"Stop pretending to be dumb, Art... If it were really that simple, you wouldn't be nervous. The aura currently released by the emperor is completely beyond our estimation.

The blood he can release will absolutely envelop all the blood people present, protecting them from spatial turbulence.

And Gluttony Gratoni on the observation platform has space devouring ability himself, it's not impossible that he's already teamed up with Earl Enwei to get a way to return directly to the Skin Factory.

Given the current situation, since Mr. Yi has also shown strength beyond our imagination, we should try our best to provide conditions for the venue, let them fight to their heart's content, and consume as much of the emperor's physical strength and essence blood as possible.

Otherwise, even if our plan can be successfully implemented, the emperor is still an unignorable obstacle.

Hurry up! Help expand the venue, or it's going to explode."

During the chat between William and Art, the beheaded emperor had already begun a massive blood spurt from the neck, and it could not be stopped, like a human fountain.

The blood column rose from a few meters at the start to several tens of meters, even splashing against the top of the circus tent,

with a splattering sound ~ the blood naturally poured down, instantly dyeing the entire venue red, and even the audience seats began to accumulate water.

When the blood was about to overflow the ankles, William and Art acted together.

The main material of this circus tent is 'Art's tumor', the boss's hair just serves as a nodal support,

Art placed his hand on the tent and began transferring the tumor from his body into it, expanding the tent by adding raw materials.

William was stirring the abyss in his abdomen, using space techniques to expand the depth space where the circus tent was, so the tent could expand normally without being compressed by space.

With their joint effort, the circus began to slowly grow larger.

The central duel arena was expanded by four times its original size; the panting William also sat down heavily, hurriedly taking out a cigarette produced from the original tomb to recover his spirit.

"This should barely fit now... what kind of hemorrhage is this ~ does the emperor want to show us his old empire here?"

In the arena,

the blood was still frantically spurting,

Yi Chen did not continue to attack the headless body that kept spurting blood in front of him, because he knew one thing, this skin was just the 'binding device' of the emperor, any attack would only accelerate the collapse of the binding device.

He retreated to the edge of the arena, quietly waiting for the real form the emperor was about to show,

feeling the blood plague continuously emerging, feeling the deep crimson threat directly approaching death, even Yi Chen couldn't help but sigh,

"There is no divinity, the arrogance of Pulaid the Great made him accept nothing from the outside world.

Just developing his own plague he became this strong, far surpassing that clown who absorbs anything and rejects no one.

No wonder those people from the Main Material Plane launched a full attack on this small world drifting on the edge of the cosmic domain, suppressing the rules, because the development of plague here has surpassed the 'mainstream rules'.

If not restricted, it could very well threaten those people's theological rule.

Against such a formidable foe, I must put forth all my strength..."

Yi Chen who was suspended mid-air slowly closed his eyes, his thoughts returning once again to the surface of the dark sea, traversing alone. This time he knelt sincerely, paying homage to this sea.

This scene of kneeling naturally projected into reality, the patients ignorant of divine meanings were unable to comprehend, only William was smiling.

Ten minutes passed,

the spurting blood finally stopped,

the interior of the duel arena, stretched fourfold, was still filled with blood, almost overflowing less than a centimeter away.

The emperor's headless body began to squirm, seemingly something was about to crawl out,

swish! Two deep red arms tore through the neck opening and stretched out, then tore the entire skin completely, revealing a flawless blood form, standing stably on the blood-filled arena surface.

Long deep red hair floated in the air like a solar disc, slightly swaying,

the surface of the bright red skin was covered with geometrically structured crystal blood vessels, inside which flowed incredibly pure essence blood.

'Silent', because in this form, the emperor does not need a mouth to convey commands, his will shall be announced to the world through blood.

'Deaf', the emperor needs to hear no opinions or suggestions, only to issue orders, to annihilate heresy.

'Nose-less', all is covered by the scent of blood, smell holds no meaning here,

only the twin eyes corresponding to the eyes remain, because the emperor will witness the crimson invasion and covering of the world, witnessing the enemy's humility and death.

The previously single-handed sword wielding, now changed to two-handed.

When both hands grasped the hilt together, it was like the emperor himself on the battlefield, standing at the forefront of the army, thereby raising the morale of all soldiers.

The sword body entwined with the deep red rope binding began to tremble, those bandage-like bindings slightly loosened, floating in strips in the air,

also slowly seeping out tiny names on the surface, the names of citizens who voluntarily sacrificed in the past.

Epic music played here, filled with invasion and unease,

a near-golden blood-soaked frame emerged above the emperor's head at this moment,

not woven with dense blood vessels like other marquises, on that golden frame were carved blood knights charging at the forefront, at the head was a blood skeleton wearing a crown.

The frame was filled with crystal-like blood.

The top was inscribed with names and titles,

'The First Crimson Red - Pulaid the Great (Pride the Great, The First Crimson Red)'

An echoing sound in the blood could vaguely be heard, "My expedition is just beginning..."