Chapter 4177 - Pay the Price
"You can't do it?!" Mi Shen Alpha was even more enraged. "It's not that you can't. You chose to publicly betray the Eightpart Pantheons! You lured us into the imperial-class formation to get us all killed, didn't you?!"
"Did you think a single imperial-class formation would be able to take out our army of a billion? Is your head filled with dog shit or something?!" Mi Shen Beta barked.
"No! Big Brothers, I really lost control of the formation! I don't know why either--" Empress Xia was interrupted by a slap to the face from Mi Shen Alpha. Her head crashed into the wall of the main deck and tens of other walls beyond that. She ended up completely battered and bloody.
"You vile bitch, we're giving you one final chance! Right now! This instant! Stop the formation's attack or the Grand Xia imperials shall also face extermination!" Mi Shen Gamma roared. It took no time at all for them to drop the loving-siblings act.
The only way Empress Xia knew how to operate the formation was with the Grand Xia Flare Mirror. She gripped it tight as she cried in a panic. As she was trying to explain herself, many figures rushed into the flagship; they were the other marshals of the Eightpart Pantheons! Lord Yue, Feng Linxue and Meng Yao were also dragged there as prisoners and thrust into a pile with Empress Xia.
With a dark look, An Shen hissed, "Xia Yuan, stop your madness. Your foolish act will ruin Grand Xia Voidback! You are committing a genocide on your own kind!"
"Are you insane?!" Goat Saint said with a smirk, arms crossed. The marshals simply didn't know why the empress would do something like that.
"Xia, what are you thinking?! Stop this while we still can!" Lord Yue's eyes were bloodshot from the fright. He understood Empress Xia the most and had no idea why she would do something like this. She had shown all the deference required of her to the Eightpart Pantheons, so why would she mess things up when it was finally her moment to perform?
"It really isn't me! Something is wrong with this formation. Everyone, please retreat for now to minimize our losses!" She slammed her head against the ground repeatedly as she pleaded in tears. "Marshals, please hold your anger! There really isn't a reason for me to be doing this! There's nobody alive who would be foolish enough to do this in my position!"
Her panicked and genuine display did make the marshals realize how weird this all was. The only logical explanation was that the controller of the formation was causing trouble, yet the motivations simply didn't line up at all.