Divine Emperor of Death-Novel

Chapter 2211: Left Alone

Crimson Starchild's gaze fell on Farah Lanate, his eyes scanning her voluptuous curves without reserve.

Looking at that salacious behavior, Levi Starchild's gaze shook.

"Ancestor, I think I mishea-"

"I said for you to leave her here." Crimson Starchild turned to look at him, his voice sounding annoyed, "Don't you understand such simple words? Who allowed you to become the Starnova Emperor? It seems I must visit the succession records later."

"…"

Levi Starchild clenched his fists, hiding them behind.

When he thought about the previous Starnova Emperors, most were righteous, but some were disgustingly lecherous. To think he had the dogshit luck to encounter the latter when it wasn't even possible for immortals to descend in the first place.

"What are you thinking?" Crimson Starchild raised his brows, "It's just one woman among many you have, no?"

"Ancestor, I-"

"You dare defy me while making a blunder like that? Do you want a good position in the future or not?"

He gave Levi Starchild an ultimatum with threatening and piercing eyes, causing the latter to shudder in a cold sweat. He turned around and looked at the furious Farah Lanate, raising his hands to grasp her shoulders.

"Just… endure… a bit… for me..."

"…"

Farah Lanate's gaze froze as she gazed at his lowered face. What was her husband saying?

However, watching him turn around and leave towards the exit, her body couldn't help but tremble heavily.

"My Emperor…!~"

She pressed pleadingly, but a carefree voice interrupted her.

"Farah. Forget about that cowering brat and follow me. I'll show you what a real man is..."

"…!"

Levi Starchild's shoulders shook. However, he only paused for a moment before leaving the hall completely, leaving behind his newly married wife to another man.

Crimson Starchild went and sat on the throne belonging to the Starnova Emperor, making himself comfortable as he felt nostalgic for a few minutes before he cast a look at the trembling Farah Lanate, who refused to approach him and sleazily smiled.

"You won't come? Fine. I don't need you, particularly as many women here will willingly throw themselves to me. However, the one who's going to suffer is that coward in the end."

"…!"

Farah Lanate's bosoms shook. Being left alone, her limpid eyes had already teared up. She was scared, heartbroken, and still in disbelief over this situation. However, feeling an incredible pressure, her legs moved subconsciously, bringing her across the wide hall before she arrived at the throne, actually tripping before the last step like a mere mortal.

"Hehe."

Crimson Starchild grinned as his gaze burned for her beautiful assets.

"That's right. Kneel…"

"…"

Farah Lanate had never felt so humiliated in her life that tears started dripping down her cheeks. However, as they left her chin, they floated and flew towards Crimson Starchild, who extended out his tongue and licked those tears in mid-air, causing Farah Lanate to reel in disbelief and pure disgust as she watched with wide eyes.

"Indeed. Right now, every part of you is under my authority."

Crimson Starchild seemed to taste her tears, even enjoying it as he shook his head. As he smiled, he reclined on the throne and spread his legs, simply closing his eyes as he relaxed.

"First, I'll task you with something simple. Grab my legs, massage me well."

"…"

Farah Lanate clenched her teeth, slightly turning to look back to the exit. However, there was no one there, causing her to bite her lips as she turned around, her tears unknowingly flowing again as she extended her hands out, reaching to his legs.

However, before she could touch his leg, she saw his third leg arise and form a tent over his robe, causing her to visibly shake as she instantaneously took her hand back and looked away, her cheeks becoming a crimson full of rage.

"Hehe~ What a cute reaction you have. It's fine. You can take a good look at it if you want to, even have it in your little mouth."

Tears welled heavily from Farah Lanate's eyes, the disparaging humiliation leaving her soul pricking with thousands of needles. She didn't dare to look at someone else's, nor could she do anything about it as she felt her cultivation suppressed at the moment.

"Please… ancestor… I don't want to do this..." She could only utter while sobbing in front of him helplessly.

However…

*Paah!~*

A slap fell on her face that caused her head to swivel.

"Disobedient woman. It seems that I really have to punish him for being unable to imbue subservience in you."

Crimson Starchild reclined forwards with an annoyed expression before he stretched out his hand again, wanting to grab Farah Lanate. However, she hurriedly crawled away from him using her hands, causing his eyes to narrow as he stood up and grasped her wrist.

"Ahh…! No! Let me go...!"

Farah Lanate flailed, but Crimson Starchild firmly held her hand, using his other hand to tear her robe apart.

Farah Lanate was struggling as she cried out in helplessness and rage. Her struggle caused Crimson Starchild to only rip apart her sleeve before she escaped from his grasp as she splashed oil on her arm, which loosened his grip, allowing her to run towards the exit.

"That's right, little swan. Make this exciting for me..."

Crimson Starchild couldn't help but grin as he saw the oil laced with aphrodisiac effects. To think she had used something like that to escape. No, to think that she was using something like that to seduce his descendant.

'What a slut...' He couldn't help but mock.

But with his immortal energy covering the hall, it would be really difficult, no, impossible for Farah Lanate to escape.

*Bang!~*

The throne hall's doors opened, causing Crimson Starchild to stop as he squinted his eyes.

On the other hand, Farah Lanate's eyes brightened as she saw the person standing near the exit.

"My Emperor!~"

She shed tears of joy as she ran to him, still deeply afraid that this disgusting ancestor would ruin her life. However, she safely made it to Levi Starchild's side and deeply hugged him, laying her head on his chest as she cried her heart out.

Levi Starchild saw his Farah Lanate's state with his soul sense and discovered that her cheek and wrist were red, a sign of struggle, one that was truly unwilling. His heart shook as he wrapped his arms around her neck, consoling her.

"What is the meaning of this?"

Crimson Starchild narrowed his eyes, raising his hand, "It seems like Levi, the present Starnova Emperor, is a slave to a woman's body."

"If I'm a slave, are you a heavenly enforcer who thinks he can do whatever he wants? Pui!~"

Levi Starchild spat to the side with utter disgust before he turned around and left, causing Crimson Starchild's eyes to go wide, unable to believe the audacity of his descendant.

"Seems like you don't want your life."

With his hands already raised, Crimson Starchild was about to wave his hand to launch an attack when abruptly, he felt his scalp turn numb.

*Swoosh!~*

He instantly retreated like a fading light when a long curved blade slashed past the place he was standing in, causing his eyes to squint into two slits as he saw a dark silhouette momentarily appear before he disappeared again.

"So close… seems like I have rusted..."

The voice of a young man echoed, seemingly lamenting that his skills weren't up to par.Follow current s on (ꜰ)ir(e).nᴇt

Crimson Starchild raised his brows as he suddenly felt a sharp pain over his cheek. He brought his hand to his face and touched his cheek, feeling the presence of blood flowing which made him jolt in shock.

Not only was the fact that he could be harmed made his scalp turn numb, but there was a layer of ominous aura searing his wounds from healing, even constantly tearing them open.

"This… is... death energy…?"

Crimson Starchild's eyes shook as his aura changed, becoming all-encompassing as it surged with immense power. The hall cracked, and even the throne was blown apart into countless debris as they flew and hit the back, piercing through walls, seemingly made of hard and durable materials than the palace itself.

Resplendent light shone in the throne hall, quickly revealing the figure of a purple-robed man with a scythe resting on his shoulder. He appeared completely at ease, as though battling with an immortal was something beneath him and that there was no need to pay attention.

Outside, Levi Starchild was protecting Farah Lanate, who saw that it was the Emperor of Death who was facing their ancestor Crimson Starchild. She couldn't help but glance at her husband's stern expression.

Was this the meaning of endure for a bit?

At that very moment, she knew that she had to devout her entire being to him, the love in her heart growing tenfold as she could guess what had happened.

"Who are you?" Crimson Starchild saw that the foe in front of him wasn't shaken despite revealing his immortal might.

Moreover, he was actually harmed by this foe? Just what kind of mortal was he facing?

"Me? I don't know. Probably, your worst nightmare? Maybe not."

"Emperor of Death…?"

"Oh?" Davis raised his brows, "It seems like you already know me despite just descending? Ah, no, crossing the borders of the dark fog as though invading, right?"

Crimson Starchild narrowed his eyes, wondering how this character called the Emperor of Death found out. However, he was more interested in something else.

"Why would you help my impudent descendant? Depending on the answer, I might let you live."

Davis shrugged, "Because he practically begged me to help his wife, even swearing his loyalty."

"Hmph! As expected of a coward. Couldn't even face his own ancestor. Even worse, he went against his elders by siding with an outside force. This is nothing short of treason."

Crimson Starchild's words had Davis's jaw drop, making him wonder how someone could just twist right and wrong like that.

"You call yourself his ancestor yet lust for your descendant's wife? Heh! Utterly laughable…."

"Brat, what do you know? I lived for more than a hundred thousand years, and women who want you are only there for your resources."

"Only for more than a hundred thousand years?" Davis became confused.

Even Ancestor Cornelia was around two hundred thousand years old. However, he couldn't help but smile, his figure disappearing amidst the overflowing resplendent light.

Crimson Starchild's eyes narrowed, becoming shocked at the Emperor of Death's ability to conceal himself even while under his immortal energy. Nonetheless, although the Emperor of Death had disappeared from his view, he could still vaguely feel his aura lurking around him, trying to get into his blind spot.

"Huh, useless."

He grinned, a golden lance made from immortal energy appearing in his grasp as he launched it towards the aura he locked onto. The moment the golden lance left his hand, he felt something piercing his body.

"…!"

Crimson Starchild went utterly stiff. The golden lance he released shot through the walls of the throne hall, completely wrecking the hallways before it pierced out of the main palace, flying through the skies before it disappeared into the horizon and exploded.

*Boom!~*

The resulting explosion of light enveloped a region into a dome of light, completely decimating the region!