Chapter 1137 Rank Three (Part 14âLast)
"What the fu*k just happened?" Evan stood in midair with a baffled look on his face as he watched the phantom of Emperor Velgoth disappear over the horizon.
He recalled Emperor Velgoth's expression when he mentioned Azroth's name, and for some reason, a slight unease crept into his heart.
"This guy definitely knows about Azroth, and from the way he acted at the end, it seems like he recognized my appearance..." Evan muttered with a frown, rubbing his eyebrows.
'From the way he acted and left without doing anything, I can't tell whether it's a good thing or not,' He thought as his eyes fell on the remaining Eldritch Creatures abandoned by Emperor Velgoth.
"Kill them," He ordered his shadow undeads and skeletons as he landed atop the broken ceiling of the cave where Evan's true body was.
Upon receiving his order, the shadow undeads, who had stopped fighting due to the appearance of Emperor Velgoth resumed their attack.
However, since Emperor Velgoth had taken away Nythor and Utharic, all the Eldritch Creatures had lost their will to fight.
Now that the void territory that had trapped them was destroyed, they began fleeing in all directions.
The shadow undeads and skeletons relentlessly attacked the Eldritch Creatures, but due to the overwhelming difference in numbers, many Eldritch Creatures managed to escape.
Evan's shadow clone didn't care about the fleeing Eldritch Creatures since most of the high-level ones had already been killed by him and his undeads.
The creatures that escaped were mostly Rank One or lower and couldn't pose a threat to him.
Moreover, now that the void territory was destroyed, even if he killed them, they would be absorbed by the world, preventing him from turning them into shadow undeads so there was no benefit in pursuing them.
As his shadow undeads and skeletons cleaned up the battlefield...
Boom!
A deafening explosion echoed across hundreds of kilometres, and a powerful aura that distorted space spread in all directions.
In an instant, he reappeared in a different room, one with another altar. However, this altar was far more complex than the one where the World Passage had been.
Emperor Velgoth approached the altar but stopped abruptly, a frown forming on his face.
"Is it the right time to contact them?" He muttered, a look of hesitation crossing his features.
He considered the cruel nature of the ones he contemplated contacting, and after a moment of indecision, he shook his head and turned away from the altar.
"Just in case, I should make some preparations and ensure that I am not mistaken before contacting them," Emperor Velgoth muttered to himself before disappearing from the room.
He reappeared in the chamber where the World Passage was located and walked deeper inside.
After about a minute, he stopped in front of a wall and pressed his palm against it. As soon as he did, runes appeared on the wall, and suddenly, the wall split open, revealing a hidden room.
Emperor Velgoth stepped inside, and the passage closed behind him.
Upon entering the room, he saw a nearly five-meter-tall stone monument, glowing faintly.
Without hesitation, he approached the monument, took out a sword, and cut his palm, allowing a small amount of blood to drip onto the stone.
As the blood touched the monument, a strange aura began to emanate from it, and a powerful spiritual pressure filled the entire room.
Emperor Velgoth lowered his head as the spiritual pressure engulfed him and took a few steps back from the monument.
Woosh!
Suddenly, a burst of white light erupted from the monument, and an illusory figure of a man, who bore some resemblance to Emperor Velgoth appeared above it.
Seeing the figure, Emperor Velgoth bowed deeply and said in a respectful voice.
"Father."