With the ability to transform, I am a judge.

A deadly glint flashed, and a strand of Esdeath's long hair near her neck was severed and slowly fell to the ground. Having anticipated the attack, her face turned grim.

It was Akame who made her move. Seeing the almost crushed state, Akame finally couldn't help but attack, but unfortunately, she missed the target despite having such a good opportunity.

The center of the battlefield was cleared again, and this time Esdeath faced Akame, Kurome, and Susanoo.

No, to be precise, there were two super-powerful fighters and eight obviously extraordinary puppets, among which the skeleton was slightly more powerful than Esdeath.

A semi-encirclement was immediately formed, with the most resilient Susanoo facing Esdeath, and eight puppets scattered around her, with Akame hiding among the puppets.

"Esdeath, the Empire is finished, do you still want to continue fighting?!"

Faced with Najenda's questioning tone, Esdeath dropped her confident smile and stared at her former colleague.

After letting out a soft sigh, she laughed again, a laugh that seemed both mocking and helpless. Esdeath's expression caused Najenda's expression to change slightly.

“Najenda, I thought you would understand me. Even if the Empire is finished... I can still seek out battles, or even create wars!”

As expected, Najenda knew Esdeath well; she had always studied her as a potential enemy and the final boss.

Seeing that her already unlikely persuasion had failed, Najenda raised her mechanical arm, preparing to fire at Susanoo again, when a violent tremor came from the direction of the Imperial Palace.

Then everyone stared in near stunned silence at the enormous robot, which was hundreds of meters tall, its imposing and powerful presence deeply resonating with them.

"The Supreme Imperial Arms... they actually exist..."

Najenda was speechless. Before that unparalleled supreme power, everything seemed pale and powerless; it was a power that no human could contend with…

PS: 1. First update today...

2. The timetable has been changed, so there is no class during the first period on Monday morning this week. Of course, apart from that period, there will still be classes all day.

3. FPX is awesome!!! Last night, my roommates and I watched the match together. A bunch of us huddled around a laptop, watching FPX sweep G2 3-0, and then the whole school erupted in cheers…

The boys' dormitories on both sides suddenly got excited, shouting "FPX is awesome!" from dozens of meters away. I got excited too and shouted a couple of times, and then everyone got scolded by the aunties downstairs.

Section 311, Chapter 304: Dying with Eyes Wide Open and Setting the Stage for the Ending

Chapter 304: Dying with Unresolved Feelings and Setting the Stage for the Ending

"Minister, there are rebels outside. What should we do?"

Walking through the passage leading to the unknown underground, the young emperor, holding a scepter, turned to look at the fat-headed Ernest beside him and asked innocently.

Ernest returned a cold smile, then his expression returned to its previous amiable state, like a kind uncle.

"Is there something I did wrong? That's why they want to attack my capital, which is usually peaceful and tranquil."

Ernest, who seemed somewhat dejected and was preparing to extract the last bit of profit from the young emperor, instinctively offered words of comfort, as he always did.

"Your Majesty, those people are now coveting your throne; they are no longer your subjects... Please, Your Majesty, activate the legendary supreme Imperial Arms to purge all the rebels within the capital."

"I understand."

The young emperor nodded slightly and finally walked with Ernest to the end of the passage, entering a vast underground space.

Only the upper half of the Supreme Imperial Arms could be seen. Its majestic appearance intimidated the young emperor who was seeing it for the first time, while Ernest's expression gradually became ferocious and distorted.

Dr. Fashion and Dortya immediately came to greet him. Ernest couldn't help but glance at Dr. Fashion; he now had two possible choices.

First, if the Supreme Imperial Arm is truly unbreakable, then he will bewitch the young emperor to wield it, and then activate his backup plan to make the Imperial Arm go berserk and wipe out all the enemies in the Imperial Capital.

But if it's already been modified, we can just seize the key from the young emperor and then casually strangle this useless puppet...

Dr. Fashion nodded slightly to the minister, which delighted the minister, whose expression became completely unrestrained.

"Minister, shall I then enter the Imperial Arms and purge all the traitors?"

Even the little emperor, who had been raised to know nothing, now felt a longing for the Supreme Imperial Arms; he looked so incredibly cool.

The innocent voice was drowned out by the smug laughter of the villain, and then Ernest suddenly appeared behind the young emperor with a speed that was not his size, his face contorted in a terrifying grimace.

"Of course, but we have better options..."

Sizzle—!

"Huh?"

Feeling the sudden loss of sensation in his right arm, the splattering blood and excruciating pain left the young emperor's mind blank, and he even forgot to scream for a moment.

He stared blankly as the old man who had cared for him like a father removed the scepter, a symbol of royal power, from his bleeding arm, then casually tossed the arm on the ground like trash.

Those familiar clothes, those hands he saw day and night—the young emperor's pupils trembled violently…

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

"It's noisy."

*Pfft!*

With a punch piercing through his chest, the powerless young emperor was sent flying by the immense force, rolling several times on the ground before huddling in a corner.

With empty pupils, watching the old man he once trusted so much leave him, the young emperor's eyes suddenly filled with resentment.

"I... curse you... Ernest... to die a horrible death."

"...Your wish may come true soon."

The long black hair fluttered in the wind; it was the last sight the young emperor would ever see in his life, a profile of unparalleled beauty.

A woman with a sheathed longsword hanging at her waist appeared openly in everyone's sight, and Ernest's pupils immediately contracted.

"A thief who attacked at night! This is impossible! You should have died together with that woman Esdeath..."

"Oh."

Yang Li chuckled, as if mocking Ernest's ignorance, her contempt completely undisguised.

Her bright golden pupils reflected Ernest's obese body. She gently brushed her long hair back to avoid obscuring her eyes; she occasionally wanted to change her hairstyle.

“That woman is right outside the capital city. I’m not going to die so easily, and that guy is even tougher.”

Night Raid was once the undisputed strongest assassin, and there were even rumors that he and Esdeath had perished together in that earth-shattering battle. But now Ernest knew that this guy was the real deal.

The sharp aura stung Ernest's cheek. Although his hidden strength was considerable, he was no match for an opponent of Esdeath's caliber.

"You've come to take my head? How about we cooperate and rebuild the empire, and I'll appoint you as a general... It seems there's no room for negotiation."

As the long sword was slowly drawn, Yang Li released his restrained aura, and a faint blood mist began to spread in the underground cavern.

The minister, whose face showed regret, activated the Imperial Arm [Jeweled Headband - Ireston] with a sinister grin the moment Yang Li rushed out.

Seeing Yang Li's expression subtly change, Ernest's smile grew increasingly unrestrained, only to suddenly freeze, for he realized that the longsword that had been swung down had not shattered...

The blade severed Ernest's arm, and as the large arm fell to the ground, Yang Li saw a bewildered, chubby face.

"I'm puzzled as to why my longsword Imperial Arms didn't break? You did temporarily seal my Imperial Arms, but this sword isn't an Imperial Arms..."

Yang Li did indeed feel that his Imperial Arm was unusable, but that was only [Demon God Manifestation: Demon's Tempering], not Slaughter Shadow, which is not an Imperial Arm.

The longsword suddenly accelerated. Now that they knew the effects of Ernest's Imperial Arm, the fat man was no longer of any use.

Despite his excellent boxing skills, Ernest, with his naturally superior Shadow of Slaughter, only lasted thirty seconds.

After all, his speed was not outstanding at all; on the contrary, it was terrible. So, with his combat power greatly reduced after losing an arm, how could he withstand Yang Li's all-out attack?

With a single stab through the massive skull, Ernest, his eyes wide open in death, lay on the ground, staring intently at the figure that had sheathed the long sword.

Looking back, she discovered that Dr. Fashion and Dortya had already run away. She hadn't stopped them because she had promised to let them go and there was no need to go back on her word.

Picking up the royal scepter, Yang Li watched as the bartender cautiously crept in through the passage, and then threw the scepter at him.

"Wow! Boss, you actually dared to throw this thing like that? Aren't you afraid it'll break and you won't be able to complete the mission?"

The bartender, unable to put the scepter down, kept turning it over in his hand; this was something that all contractors were vying for.

If he hadn't just placed a purple item he got from the big shot outside the passage, someone might have arrived by now. Because of his act of helping the big shot, he successfully received an assistance mission.

"Don't waste time. Quickly hand in the assistance mission and go back. The aftermath of the upcoming war will be more than you can handle."

"Alright, alright, you're the boss, you're right. I'll be off then, see you at the amusement park!"

The bartender, whose body was transparent, waved at Yang Li, then suddenly his body trembled and he disappeared.

That final tremor made Yang Li instinctively want to cover the back of her head; the past was too painful to recall, and this shadow might haunt her for the rest of her life.

"Next up is the Supreme Imperial Arms. Let's grab one last bit of benefits and leave! With the Supreme Imperial Arms practically shoving us in the face, what unexpected things can happen..."

PS: 1. This is the second update today.

2. There's a physical test tonight, so the last chapter update might be a little late, but it will definitely be there. I won't easily be a procrastinator (although I really want to be one).

Chapter 305, Section 312: Cleaning Up the Imperial Capital

Chapter 305: Cleaning Up the Imperial Capital

Holding the scepter, Yang Li walked towards the Supreme Imperial Arms, ascended the stairs to the chest of the towering robot, and casually thrust the end of the scepter into it.

The key to entering the Supreme Imperial Arms is the Royal Scepter, so it's quite remarkable that Dr. Fashion and Dortya were able to complete the modification even though they couldn't even enter the Supreme Imperial Arms.

Stepping into the cramped space that could only accommodate a maximum of two people, Yang Li sat down without hesitation.

Anyway, he didn't feel any danger. Yang Li looked at the equipment that was automatically connected to his body. These were devices used to control the Supreme Imperial Arms in a mental coordination manner.

"Phew, it works fine, no problem."

Feeling the ease with which she could control her Supreme Imperial Arm, Yang Li tried to make it stand up, because she discovered that the Supreme Imperial Arm was always crouching.

As expected, the crown on his head smashed the palace above, the place where the young emperor usually held court, but it was now reduced to ruins in an instant.

The body, which is over 100 meters tall, has already broken through the ground by more than 30 meters. Yang Li subconsciously raised his hand, and the Supreme Imperial Arm itself also raised its hand at the same time.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, the Supreme Imperial Armor pulled itself out of the ground with a push of its hands, its massive body possessing an aura that seemed to blot out the sky.

The giant mecha, clad in battle armor, looked up at the sky, its arms outstretched as if welcoming the sunlight anew. But in reality, it was just Yang Li's pent-up frustration that caused her to unconsciously spread her arms.

Perhaps all that was missing was the phrase, "Shurima, your emperor has returned." In short, the overwhelming emotion triggered her adolescent delusions...