DipNovel Chapter 56 Emperor Desel
Chapter 56 Emperor Desel
Far away in the territory of the radicals.
It was a completely different scene.
If we were to describe the buildings of the Akana tribe as symbiotic complexes composed of the remains of giant organisms, living plants, fungal networks, and organic secretions.
The radical faction's territory, Dragon City, is not much different from human society.
They are not high-rise buildings, but rather houses similar to those in ancient societies, though they are generally two or three stories high.
In the very center of the city stands a vast and magnificent ancient palace.
That place was the center of the radical faction, and also the residence of the Dragon King.
If Han Bei and the others came, they might all exclaim, "How is this any different from the residence of ancient emperors?"
Meanwhile, in the royal palace, the so-called Dragon King Desel was lounging lazily on a chair made of dragon bones.
The skull at the top of the chair is inlaid with spirit crystals in its eye sockets, making the entire bone chair both eerie and beautiful.
On either side of the main hall stood a few dinosaur guards.
If it weren't for the fact that the dinosaur-men looked different from humans, this scene would be a replica of the ancient Xia Dynasty.
"Your Majesty."
A dinosaur-man entered the hall and respectfully bowed to Diesel.
"Morse, how's the healing faction branch going?"
Diesel raised his eyelids slightly, clearly not very interested.
A small tribe that had split off from the healing faction was simply not worth Diesel's attention.
He Diesel, the radical emperor.
With the lives of all the radical dragonmen in their hands, why would they be interested in those small tribes?
"Reporting to Your Majesty, it's all taken care of. As for Amo, the cleanup is underway."
Morse looked at the small figure on the bone chair and felt a surge of emotion.
That's right, their emperor.
Judging from their size, they weren't even two-thirds the size of a typical dinosaur-man.
But who would have thought that this seemingly harmless person held the lives of all the radical dinosaur people in his hands?
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe them as ruthless killers.
"If there's nothing else, you may leave."
Diesel spoke casually, as if he were dismissing something insignificant.
"Your Majesty, that small tribe has already made contact with the outsiders."
Morse began to speak.
"Outsiders".
Upon hearing these three words, Diesel abruptly sat up from the bone chair, his eyes narrowed, and he exuded a strong aura of menace.
"That's interesting."
Diesel's lips curled up, clearly showing some interest in the outsiders from Hanbei.
"I wonder if those outsiders can end the chaos of the Mad Dragon."
Diesel whispered.
A flash of crimson madness crossed his eyes.
"Where are those outsiders now?"
Diesel rose from the bone chair and went to Morse's side.
The mere presence of Diesel beside Morse sent a shiver down Morse's spine.
This seemingly harmless emperor is actually a bloodthirsty monster.
Countless people who refused to submit died at his hands, while those who did submit were poisoned.
Life and death were in the hands of Diesel's every decision.
"According to people close to Amo, those outsiders have been missing for several days. They've been staking out the area for days, but haven't seen them return."
"waste!"
Upon hearing this, a ruthless glint flashed in Diesel's eyes.
He kicked Morse, knocking him to the ground.
Morse, who had been kicked, dared not show the slightest dissatisfaction. Instead, he quickly got up from the ground and knelt down again.
"Disappeared."
Diesel snorted coldly.
This continent will eventually belong to him.
As for those dinosaur people who refused to submit, they were thrown out to be fed to the dragons.
And those outsiders.
Diesel licked his lips, his tongue sweeping across the scales, leaving behind glistening saliva.
He had never tasted outsiders before, and for a moment he was actually quite curious about what they tasted like.
"Send Long San to lead a heavily armored squad to meet those outsiders."
Diesel emphasized the words "outsider" very heavily.
"Your Majesty, isn't this a bit...?"
Upon hearing this, Morse felt a chill run down his spine.
Long San led the heavily armored squad there, solely for the sake of those outsiders.
Others may not know, but he is one of Diesel's confidants.
He knew very well that from Long Er to Long Jiu, they had all been modified by Dimoby.
It can be said that the other side has transcended the category of dinosaur people and is more like a group of ruthless war machines that only obey the orders of Emperor Diesel.
Morse knew very well that the so-called Dimobi was none other than Amobbi, the instigator of the madness.
After being saved by the Emperor using a scapegoat, Amobi was renamed Dimobi at the Emperor's behest.
Whether it's Long San or one of the eight, they are all ruthless individuals capable of tearing apart a Barbarian King Dragon single-handedly.
Not to mention, the other side also has a heavily armored squad of 100 men.
It's no exaggeration to say that this configuration is...
In a single day, they could wipe out dozens of medium-sized tribes.
Morse felt that such a configuration was a bit of a waste to use on outsiders.
Are you questioning me?
Diesel glanced sideways and landed on Morse, his pupils turning into vertical slits, and he spoke with a cold expression.
"I wouldn't dare."
Upon hearing this, Morse immediately lowered his head.
He dared not disobey the other party in the slightest. He had seen too many of his kind who, dissatisfied with the person in front of them, ultimately died from poisoning.
At the time, one of his few friends, Asir, was dissatisfied with Diesel's dictatorship.
Ultimately, he disappeared without a trace.
Many dissatisfied people were even thrown out to become food for those mounts.
"roll."
Diesel kicked him again, his tone cold.
Upon hearing this, Morse hurriedly fled.
Only after leaving the main hall did they breathe a sigh of relief.
He's saved his life. If Diesel hadn't kicked him, he might have ended up like Asir.
Looking back at the magnificent hall, Morse gritted his teeth.
A flash of anger crossed his face, but then he deflated like a punctured balloon, a look of despair appearing on his face.
Even if he's dissatisfied, what can he do?
The other party holds my life in their hands; if I make any unusual move, I will definitely die there.
Despite his small size, Diesel has hidden tiny weapons all over his body.
Countless people who tried to assassinate Diesel have died at his hands.
Over time, no one thought about assassinating Diesel anymore.
Of course, there are also those who are bold enough to lie low and wait for the right opportunity.
With the palace heavily guarded, how easy would it be to assassinate Diesel?
Without thinking further, Morse turned and walked in a certain direction; he still needed to deliver a message to Long San.