Chapter 1219, Eight Emperor War Embark on a journey to the beginning at n0v#lbin★
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The Sword Emperor and Enchanting Empress were obsessed with the map at this point, taking their good time copying it and then comparing it for good measure. This whole process took a week, before handing the paper to the Gambling Emperor.
Zhuo Fan sent the three great people on their way, as the representative of Devil Mountain, to get ready for war. Zhao Chen looked to not have gotten over his loss in this deal and never showed up in the meantime.
The Emperors felt even more gratified by his demeanor, like they won big. So they saluted Zhuo Fan as they left.
The Gambling Emperor gave him a long look, “Demonic Emperor has earned heaven’s favor to have Steward Zhuo by his side.”
He left flying, under Zhuo Fan’s watch and grin.
“How was it? Did it work?”
The Demonic Emperor strolled out and smiled in joy.
Zhuo Fan bowed, “Sir, everything went perfectly. To get their copy as soon as possible from the Gambling Emperor, they’re sure to help us crush the other two quickly.”
“Ha-ha-ha, Steward Zhuo is incredible, getting those two to fall for your scheme with a few words and coming to my rescue. They wouldn’t have taken such a risk otherwise.”
“Demonic Emperor sir, all I did was play a little mind trick.”
Zhuo Fan’s eyes shone, “Asking them to fight for us by using the map as bait wouldn’t have worked. So we had them act as mediators first, fooling them into coming to the talks before changing your mind. They were promised the map, but now that the Gambling Emperor has validated it and seeing it so close, they couldn’t bear the thought of missing out.”
“Then we played our little act, one with the other against them.”
Zhao Chen laughed, “I gave them crumbs while Steward Zhuo argued over honorable reward. Of course they’d side with Steward Zhuo but forgot to consider if they should join the war in the first place. It was truly smooth how they got dragged into fighting our war for us with none the wiser. Steward Zhuo’s skills are ingenious, way better than any adviser I ever had, ha-ha-ha...”
Zhuo Fan bowed, “Demonic Emperor is too kind. I’m just ashamed of making sir play the bad guy.”
“It’s fine, since it’s only natural for me to play such a role. You’d come off as fake if you’d done it and the plan would fall through. What mattered was for this deal to work. And they wanted the Nether Sea copy, humph.”
Zhao Chen sneered.
Zhuo Fan nodded with his own cruel smile. He took out the real map and splashed water over to clean it.
“They wanted to copy the original, never imagining we’d tampered with it, adding more black circles. They still have a fake in the end!”
[We had no beef with you so why the hell are you ganging up on us? This is absurd!]
The two rushed to counter, making the strong forces of the Sword Emperor and Enchanting Empress suffer losses.
Another month passed and the newcomers took five more cities with their relentless assaults, though losses mounted to forty percent.
The Sword Emperor and Enchanting Empress felt it and swore on and off because of it. Not the enemy Emperors, since they were just defending their lands.
Their only gripe was, of course, with the Demonic Emperor. It was his mess to begin with yet after more than a month, he still sat on his laurels, leaving them four to enjoy a nice day on a bloody battlefield.
The Demonic Emperor had to strike the enemy’s heart and then the war would’ve been over and done with ages ago.
He didn’t do that of course, letting the four Emperors clash and entwine, making a resolution improbable in the short term. The Demonic Emperor would definitely hang the copy over their heads because of this too, making all the effort till now wasted.
So the war went on, with no one to direct it or stop it; just what Zhuo Fan wanted.
[Eight Emperors? Ha! Letting you rulers kill each other is the fastest way to fall. So go ahead, tear each other apart to your heart’s content, ha-ha-ha...]
Shriek~
Over the bloody battlefield, with limbs and corpses rotting in the blazing sun, a two-mile-long bald eagle cast a dark shadow with its huge wings. On its back was a spindly man with sharp eyes.
“Senior sister, the Falcon Emperor has joined the battle!” In a large tent, Mei Sangu rushed to report.
Eight Emperors frowned, “The old man is here? Damn it, a fight among Eight Emperors can’t be avoided now. The war has to end now if we are to endure. Sangu, take the Ruby Cloud Sect forces fifty miles back so that they do not get affected.”
“Yes!”
Mei Sangu carried her orders. The Enchanting Empress’ eyes flared and she flew out to face the Falcon Emperor above the hellscape.
“Old man, you’re finally stepping in yourself. I thought you’d wait till the last man to show up.”
“Enchanting Empress, what did I ever do to you to invade my lands?”
“We all work for our greed. You didn’t do anything, but I’m entrusted with another’s business.” Enchanting Empress’ eyes shone.
The Falcon Emperor squinted, “A deal with the Demonic Emperor perhaps? I was wondering why would you and the Sword Emperor turn on us? Tell me, what did he promise you anyway? I’ll just double it!”
“Ha-ha-ha, Falcon Emperor, you think any random trinket could impress us? You don’t have what he does!”
“Really? Then that leaves war as the only option.”
The Falcon Emperor flicked his sleeve and the eagle beneath him shot for the Enchanting Empress with bloodthirst...