Mystery: Time Travelers of the Fourth Era

Chapter 541 The Genie's Mad Curse

Trensault couldn't understand why Tudor wanted to kill him.

Did He get in Thodol's way?

No way! When they killed Solomon together, they cooperated perfectly. Their cooperation reduced the influence of the true god investors behind the two empires. It was a win-win situation. But Tudor went crazy, and very quickly, without any logic.

The man before her, with his long red hair flying wildly, wielding a terrifying blood-red longsword, and roaring like a curly-haired baboon, seemed to be a completely different person from the noble, rational, cold, and aloof Alistair Tudor of the past.

But gradually, Trensault gave up thinking.

Because He discovered that He couldn't defeat the current Blood Emperor, even as a dual-path True God. He was still no match for him, and was even severely suppressed. Even though both were driven to madness, He simply couldn't match the Blood Emperor's. The Blood Emperor's destructive power was equally terrifying. If He were to be killed by the Blood Emperor by accident, it would likely mean utter annihilation...

Because of the power of the source, I cannot defeat Him.

The crimson blade light swept across, and he felt a pain akin to being slowly sliced ​​to death. The drifting gray-white mist was still eroding Terensost's body in the opposite direction. Even as a dual-path True God of the Judge and the Black Emperor, he simply couldn't win against the Red Priest and the Three Ghosts. The difference in direct combat strength was almost overwhelming.

In that case, it won't be long before he's killed by the Blood Emperor.

Ultimately, a flag can only have appeal if it can stand firm.

Power... I need more power.

In the heart of Trensost, the call and erosion of the disordered kingdom across the barrier were no longer the whispers of demons or the noise that disturbed people's hearts. Instead, they were the only ray of light that Xiu could grasp in his desperate situation. He needed to grasp this ray of light, because the power that passed through the barrier was not enough to contend with the Blood Emperor in front of him.

Trensoust made a decision.

The genie, who had been sealed away, was released.

"Kid, I knew it was you... Holy crap, what is this?!"

The Genie knew that Terensust would definitely have more questions for him, but as soon as he came out and felt that familiar aura and familiar gray mist, the Genie was like a cat on fire. Before he could even figure out what was going on, he blurted out some brilliant words.

"Something abnormal, exuding a disgusting and repulsive aura."

Upon seeing the human figure floating from the brass lamp in the hands of the "Emperor of Order," the "Blood Emperor" felt nothing but direct disgust and aversion. A torrent of bloodlust slashed towards the brass lamp, but it was blocked by Trensost's Sword of Judgment.

Click!

Cracks appeared on the sword of judgment, as if symbolizing the fate of its master.

Gods are gods after all. In a very short time, perhaps just a moment, Terensus transmitted the general course of events to the genie through spiritual transmission. The genie, being so shrewd and experienced as an ancient being, instantly grasped the situation and understood the current state of affairs. Then, as if his defenses had been breached, he began to curse incessantly.

"What kind of bastard came up with this idea? It's just as disgusting as that scoundrel from the Mysterious Sect."

"Kid, listen up. This guy in front of you is here to kill you."

"He not only wants to kill you, but also to steal your power, your authority, your identity, and your destiny!"

"He intends to completely erase your existence, paving the way for His control over the power of order!"

"He intends to sacrifice you to the disordered kingdom in order to usurp its power."

"He intends to deceive the disordered nation from behind a barrier, making them mistakenly believe that a dual-path deity of the order side has been born on this continent and is actively trying to contact the disordered nation, so that the disordered nation will willingly transfer its power to Him!"

The genie cursed and spoke, his defenses crumbling with each word. This was utterly disgusting! He treated the two paths of order, the complete deities of order, and the source matter of order like mere tools, so carelessly and recklessly desecrated them like playthings. How could he... how dare he?!

Damn it, there must be someone behind this, a descendant of that mysterious guy, plotting something!

After the genie revealed the secret, Terence's pupils contracted, and he finally understood the key to the problem.

Yes, He always felt that there should be no conflict between Him and Tudor, after all, He was the path of the Order side, but Tudor was already the path of the Disaster family. Cooperation between the two was the most rational, realistic, and humane approach, in line with human nature, people's hearts and interests. The only thing He underestimated was Tudor's ambition.

No...this is not an underestimation...Thudor wasn't like this before.

"The fact that you can see so much makes me even more interested in you."

Even though the genie had revealed his purpose, the "Blood Emperor" remained completely calm. Instead, he watched the genie with great interest, becoming even more curious about the genie's origins and identity.

His massive, mountain-like body tilted, and the immense impact sent Terensost flying. Before the longsword, those laws, order, and rules were conquered, trampled, stolen, haphazardly grafted, and thrown elsewhere. He was like a black hole of order, completely restraining Terensost in terms of compatibility.

Trensault was not stupid, not at all, and there was nothing wrong with his previous thinking.

However, that is based on a premise: whether it is two kings working together or two emperors ruling together, the status of both parties must be equal. At the very least, both parties should acknowledge that the other is an existence of the same level as themselves.

Trensoust, before this, naturally considered himself to be equal to Thudor.

Like the trust and cooperation between the hermit and Tudor, that tacit alliance of offense and defense.

Trensault had previously taken it for granted that he could maintain the same relationship with Tudor.

After all, they were originally both Dukes of Entropy, Sequence 2, under Solomon's command. During the Tudor-Trensost United Empire, they became Princes of the Killing Order, Sequence 1. When faced with the threat of Solomon's resurrection, one received the support of the Hermit and changed his path to become the Blood Emperor, while the other received the support of the Six Gods and changed his path to become the Judge.

Their growth paths and environments highly overlapped, so they should have naturally collaborated.

The tacit understanding between them can reduce the control of the investors behind them, reduce their dependence on the many true gods behind them, and there is no conflict in the extraordinary path that the two of them are currently on; everything is as it is.

Unfortunately, it was the hermits who influenced Tudor.

Tudor's core values, both in the past and now, are still those formed when she was a woman.

Would he see Trensault as a collaborator with whom he could mutually benefit in a particular area? Perhaps, at least until the Black Emperor's fall.

In a more abstract sense, it might mean that the pairing failed.

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