Chapter 624: Defiance in the Face of Despair
The emperor landed on the seat behind him, his features contorting into a mask of grief and unrestrained fury.
"You are less than a dog, you damned artifact!" His voice cracked, his nose scrunching in pure hate. "My children! You made these heroes, my pride, suffer for fifty thousand years. But it wasn’t enough? What have you done to them?!"
Adam slammed his chair before the puppet answered, his brows twitching and his head throbbing after the short but demanding crafting.
"Don’t scream in my ears, old fool! Better. Don’t distract me if you want a chance at survival."
His eyes narrowed on the puppet’s curled beak as he controlled the giant.
Four hollow arms aimed at him, the round holes in the middle sizzling like cannons’ muzzles. The six others clutched three-meter-tall broadswords, their sharp edges humming in the wind as they moved in a defensive stance.
The puppet slapped his head, his eyes curving in amusement. "Hahaha. A puppet to fight me? The pinnacle of demonic craftsmanship? That’s the best joke I’ve ever witnessed." His voice chilled, and his smile didn’t reach his eyes. "Or are you wasting your last moment to provoke me? Fret not, void emperor. You’ll soon join your children in my stomach after I enslave the daring brat."
He gripped the Chronoscar and swung it before him. "I have a joke of my own. How does killing you with your own weapon sound?"
"Which weapon?" Adam scoffed in ridicule, the sword fading as he recalled it to his soul sea. "We’ll see who laughs in the end, you bastard."