Beastmaster of the Ages

Chapter 1105 - The Human Emperor's Gift

Translator: BOTA Fireteam

None of the divine moonrace were innocent; they had all partaken in the debauchery.

"You're already here, so why are you in a rush to leave? You have to at least leave a parting gift! We will take your life as a gift!"

It was time for the counterattack. The providence swords in the air became nightmares to the divine moonrace. They were too spread out and couldn't come to each other's aid. Now they were in Tianming's turf, and any time they emerged to harm people, Tianming would be able to target them.

"According to the Primordial God-Emperor, this is what a world god is. Perhaps I'm only a beginner world god. There's only one of me, but there’s countless other minor planar worlds in the universe. Even so, just me and the people here are enough for a miracle to be created!"

His killing intent continued fueling his totemic calamity. When he felt the souls being extinguished one after another back when his Imperial Will was crumbling, he also felt the pain and desolation they felt. The divine moonrace didn't just end with killing them; they were gleefully trampling over their pride and dignity. There wasn't a shred of the decorum expected of administrators on them. They were slaughtering normal folk like livestock.

"Now, all of them walk the same path as me! Their power is mine to use! It’s time for the divine moonrace to be slaughtered!"

His declaration was met with loud cheers all around. They all knew what he was doing and had witnessed their god in action. Even a baby without heavenly will could feel Tianming's presence. Now, the entire continent was like a burning cauldron with its lid closed up and the divine moonrace were like frogs being boiled within. They were isolated from one another, unable to communicate, so all of them thought they were unlucky enough to run into Tianming without knowing that all of them were suffering the same fate!

Countless cries of gods rang out across the land. Most of the elites had already perished within the orderian cauldron, so those that remained were weak. Tianming didn't have to step in to personally fight too often. The whole thing lasted four hours, with Myriadsword Providence striking nonstop while recovering energy at the same time. The number of the divine moonrace dwindled, leaving more and more providence swords available and accelerating the process.

While some hid, Tianming wasn't bothered at all. They would all die the moment they showed up. Those that tried to run were few, as they had no idea that Tianming was coming after them en masse. He had used quite a lot of his subjects’ energy in the past four hours and basically wiped out almost all of the eighty thousand invaders. All of them died alone, unable to send out calls for help with their transmission stones. Nobody in the entire universe would believe something could happen on this scale on a lower world like this.

Corpses of gods were littered all across the continent. While the divine moonrace themselves were ignorant of that fact, the Flameyellow humans were all too aware. They had managed to defeat gods! They hugged each other in joy, relief, and celebration.

"Human Emperor Tianming!" they cheered.

Such fervor hadn’t even been present when Great Emperor Xuanyuan had driven away the specters two hundred millennia ago. After the sweep, the people gained a new lease on life, and so did Tianming.

The first group of a hundred thousand divine moonrace invaders had been completely eliminated.

The corpses belonged to the people who had helped in the effort, not to Tianming himself. Every kill he made reinforced the Omnisentient Threads' connection. He had become inextricably linked with this world, and his reputation among the people here was at a new peak. It was like they were living in the time that a legend was unfolding! Tianming was now cemented as a true ruler in their hearts. Even so, the war wasn't over. Tianming had spent four hours wiping out the remaining invaders. Still using the power of the people, he flew high up and saw the additional three hundred thousand invaders.

"This woman is really pulling out all the stops to achieve her goal."

The Flameyellow Continent was still burning from the previous conflict even as the next catastrophe approached.

"But now, the Tianming Dynasty isn’t like it was before! No matter how many people you send, they’ll never be able to return. I won’t stop until your sovereign truly understands that nobody in my domain is my weakness. Even if she comes down herself, she’ll only die at my hands!"

Though the divine moonrace had a powerful legacy, they didn't number too many. Before the next group of gods had even fully descended to the continent, they ran into Tianming.

"It's him!"

"He came back up again."

"He can't even run or do anything about it. What's he here for?"

They were far more surprised than the first group of invaders, completely unaware of what Sovereign Xi was planning. No matter what she wanted to achieve, the first group of a hundred thousand should be more than enough, so they felt a little annoyed at being summoned for ostensibly no reason. Seeing Tianming made them feel a little restless.

"This fellow was able to sow so much chaos among us."

"I heard he already killed twenty thousand from the first group, including Prince Fengyue."

"What do we do? Go down and slaughter like the group before us?" action

"That's odd. The first group should be enough to ruin them. He doesn't look discouraged, though. What’re we supposed to do anyway?"

"Who knows? Everything's such a mess right now."

They were much more confused than the first group. Tianming blocked their way and said, "Everyone, I invite you to come down and see for yourself. I have some gifts I want you to bring back to Sovereign Xi."

"What gifts?" They had a bad feeling about it.

"Please accept them graciously!" Tianming looked down as ten thousand swords came rising rapidly into the sky with numerous heads impaled on every single one of them. The sight was utterly shocking. "These are the heads of your comrades! Bury them in your own backward! The Flameyellow Continent has no place for trash like you!"

The heads were sent flying toward the three hundred thousand divine moonrace. Chaos immediately ensued. The divine moonrace had a signature crescent mark on their foreheads that couldn't be easily faked.

"Do you understand now? I slaughtered your entire army of a hundred thousand! The rest of you have a choice. Bring the heads to your sovereign for her to see, or fight me to the death! Should you choose the latter, I'll personally deliver four hundred thousand heads up to the moon for the rest of you to enjoy! It'll be raining heads. What is your choice?"

Tianming pointed his Grand-Orient Sword at the stunned group. The providence swords behind him resonated with the great power of all sentient life.