Dozens of figures flew in through the sky in a grand procession, while the dozens of god-level powerhouses already within the palace had arrived in a state of terror. Before long, all eighty-two god-level warriors had gathered together. They stared at Lin Lei with fear and apprehension, not knowing... what he would do to them.
They were also baffled — how could Lin Lei be this powerful? They had come from the Planar Prison to the Yulan Continent with
But Lin Lei seemed overwhelmingly, absurdly strong.
"Lord Lin Lei, this has nothing to do with us. We were all just following Lord Odin's orders," a green-haired middle-aged man hastily said.
"We had no part in it. Lord Lin Lei, please spare our lives!"
All eighty-two of them pleaded for mercy in succession. Having witnessed Lin Lei's power, they understood that he could launch a soul attack against all eighty-two of them simultaneously. There was absolutely no chance of escape!
"Shut up," Lin Lei said coldly.
Instantly, the voices of all eighty-two god-level powerhouses cut off. The ruined palace fell into deathly silence. In the distance, the ministers, court attendants, maids, and guards watched in trembling fear. For years, they had known that the group of warriors under Emperor Odin were extraordinarily powerful.
But today, Odin lay on the ground like a dead dog, and those eighty-two people stood there, silent as slaves. The one responsible for all of this was that brown-haired man!
"Fourth brother, Dilia — if you want revenge, go ahead and take it on him," Lin Lei transmitted mentally.
Lin Lei had no other way. He couldn't seal the man's divine power — he was a Highgod too. Lin Lei had only been able to reduce Odin to a daze by relying on the 'Black Stone.' "You bastard!"
Rein roared, his body shooting forward like lightning. Flames erupted across his entire form as his right leg spun like a great windmill, slamming into Odin's waist with a thunderous "BOOM!" Odin's body was sent skimming across the ground, hurtling into the base of a broken stone pillar in the distant ruined palace. The pillar shattered, and Odin crumpled to the floor.
"Bastard, bastard!" Rein muttered through gritted teeth, eyes blazing red as he glared at Odin. He flew over again and resumed his brutal assault.
"BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!"...
Rein vented his fury.
Lin Lei watched all of it with cold detachment. At the same time, a crystal sphere materialized above his head, projecting a hazy cyan light focused on the scene. He was using his Water-element divine clone to activate a Phantom Projection technique, recording everything that was happening.
"Rein," Dilia called in a low voice.
Rein stopped and looked back at Dilia, stepping aside. Dilia then drove the Gothes long spear savagely into Odin's body — his chest, his thighs, the base of his thighs, his waist... She stabbed at him viciously with the spear, cursing all the while, tears streaming involuntarily down her cheeks. "Brother..."
No amount of revenge could ever make up for Dixi's death.
"Dilia..." Lin Lei could fully imagine how much pain she was in, because he felt the same pain! Death itself wasn't terrifying — it was dying the way Yeru had, with his spirit broken and tormented to the point of collapse, that was the true horror. "No matter how much we torture Odin, it's not enough. It's not enough!!! And his Death-element divine clone must be destroyed too!"
"Truly ruthless." In the distance, the eighty-two god-level powerhouses trembled inside as they watched Dilia and Rein exact their vengeance.
Rein and Dilia finally stopped.
"You eighty-two," Lin Lei turned his gaze toward them.
"Lord Lin Lei." All eighty-two bowed respectfully.
Lin Lei spoke in a cold tone: "Each and every one of you is to think of every possible way to humiliate this Odin. Remember — humiliate! Simply stabbing him with a sword isn't enough! Whoever can't do it... I'll kill them right now."
The eighty-two god-level warriors froze.
"Hm?" Lin Lei's blade-sharp, icy gaze swept over them. "What, do you want to die?"
The eighty-two god-level warriors exchanged glances. Odin was still their leader, after all. But after only a moment's hesitation, one by one they walked toward Odin. They knew when to bide their time... and they could tell that Odin was going to die this time no matter what. If he was a dead man anyway, humiliating him wasn't such a big deal.
"Odin, so this day has come for you too." One of the god-level warriors drove a sword savagely into Odin's throat.
"Don't kill him!" Lin Lei barked.
The most critical part of a god was the brain — the area containing the divine spark.
"Remember, humiliate!" Lin Lei said coldly. "That stab just now — you call that humiliation? Not enough!"
The god-level warriors glanced at Lin Lei, then gritted their teeth and began employing every method imaginable. Some thrust spears through Odin's lower body, and one even stripped Odin of all his clothing. In just moments... Odin was reduced to an unrecognizable wreck. But seeing this, Lin Lei felt not a shred of pity.
His gaze remained ice-cold.
"Brother, they're ready," a voice came from behind — it was Wotton.
"Bring them in," Lin Lei said.
One after another, figures emerged through the breach in the palace wall — beggars! They had been rounded up in the imperial capital. Though the capital was a place of luxury, it also had its slums and its share of beggars. Several hundred filthy beggars filed into the palace.
"Whoa, the palace!" The beggars' eyes lit up.
"Go on — use your imaginations and humiliate the man lying on the ground. Every one of you will receive a gold coin, and whoever does the best job will be rewarded with a hundred gold coins," announced the young man leading the group.
"A hundred gold coins?"
The beggars' eyes gleamed.
"Haha, humiliating someone? Easy!" A big man charged to the front first.
"A hundred gold coins are mine for sure."
Hundreds of beggars swarmed forward, scrambling over each other. They had no idea that the figure on the ground was a Highgod, let alone that he was the Emperor of the Odin Empire. All they knew was — do the best job, and they'd get a hundred gold coins. For these beggars, a hundred gold coins was enough to drive them mad.
"One at a time!" the young man leading them shouted.
"Haha..." The first beggar walked up and simply urinated, spraying it straight into Odin's mouth.