My Identity Is Becoming More and More Astonishing

Chapter 396: 207 Great Emperor has arrived~



"How much for this condom?"

"One hundred and twenty thousand."

"Are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy. Humanity is on the brink of extinction, what's the use of money anymore?"

"You're right. If humanity's about to be wiped out, why would I still need a condom?"

Spitting fiercely, the man returned to his vehicle with his wife, lining up to leave the city.

The street vendor didn't care, carrying his sales box and knocking on each car window: "Drinks, peanuts, mineral water, cellphones, ice cream, sanitary condoms. Gasoline, diesel, vegetable oil, classics, novels, new evening papers~"

"Give me this morning's newspaper," a car window rolled down.

"Sure," the vendor took out a roll and handed it over: "Two hundred thousand."

"...Are you doing business with the Yama King's messengers or what?"

"Humanity is on the brink of extinction, what's the use of money anymore?"

"You're right." The driver took out a handgun and held it against the vendor's head: "If humanity's about to be wiped out, why should I still obey the law?"

The vendor: "...This newspaper is a gift for you, big brother."

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it."

"Beep!"

"Beep beep beep—"

From behind, a series of urgent honking from many vehicles.

The driver, with a serious look, saw that the car in front had already moved far away, quickly put away the gun, and stepped on the gas pedal. He followed the large convoy leaving the city.

Relieved, the vendor wiped the sweat from his forehead and knocked on the window of the next car.

"What?" the driver of the next car asked, sticking his head out curiously.

"Slap!"

The vendor produced a revolver and, mimicking the previous driver, held it against the driver's forehead: "Want to buy a bottle of drink? Three hundred thousand."

The driver: "..."

After a pause, the driver took out a semi-automatic rifle.

The vendor was startled and quickly retreated two steps, pulling the trigger.

"Biubiubiu~"

The driver raised his gun and fired.

"Bangbangbang~"

Just as expected, chaos erupted on this street.

...

Outside the temple.

In the sky.

Chen Yu and a young man in a duckbill cap looked down at the chaos of the capital for a while, then exchanged glances.

"Father Emperor," the young man with the duckbill cap saluted, "Your kingdom is prosperous, and the people live in peace and work happily."

"I see that," Chen Yu nodded in satisfaction, "It's pretty good."

"Where have you been all these years, Dad?"

"I was on a variety show."

"Which variety show?"

"'Where Are We Going, Dad?'"

"...That joke is really lame."

"And you're a pretty lame son."

"Father Emperor!" the young man in the duckbill cap suddenly became serious: "The frontline is still in danger! Please go to aid them!"

As he spoke, he activated the source of his extraordinary power inside his body and shouted: "The Emperor has arrived! All Transcendents in the city, come and protect the Emperor!"

"The Emperor has arrived..."
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"Has arrived..."

"Arrived..."

The announcement echoed through the vast capital city.

Countless people below looked up in amazement at Chen Yu in the sky.

The noise from the various streets abruptly ceased.

Chen Yu: "..."

The young man in the duckbill cap: "..."

Countless people: "..."

The young man in the duckbill cap: "Why do you not kneel in the presence of the Emperor?!"

Countless people: "..."

The young man in the duckbill cap: "Long live the Emperor! Long live! Long live forever!"

Countless people: "..."

"Father Emperor," the young man in the duckbill cap turned to Chen Yu and saluted: "Perhaps we're too high and far away, these stubborn citizens can't see you."

"It's no big deal," Chen Yu waved his hand: "Where are the Transcendents who are supposed to protect me? I'll take them along with me."

"Father Emperor, your son has forgotten. There are no flying Transcendents left in the city."

Chen Yu: "...Playing too much Genshin Impact does that to you."

The young man in the duckbill cap: "..."

"Let's go."

Taking a deep breath, feeling his body that had returned from a state of nothingness to its peak, Chen Yu said no more. He grabbed the young man and, under the watchful eyes of thousands, tore open a portal in space.

"What... what kind of power is this?!" the young man in the duckbill cap exclaimed in shock.

"Whoosh—"

The next moment.

Without getting a response, the two disappeared within the space rift.

...

Within the human territory.

At the frontline of White Horse Slope.

Li Yao, covered in colorful liquid, was surrounded by a dozen members of other races, but she remained composed, continuously employing her supremely refined soft boxing to fend off the assaults from all directions.

[Patrolling Serpent] powers combined with close combat skills gifted her with maximum survivability in multi-front battles.

At least within the C-grade battle scenario, she could keep herself safe for a few more hours without trouble.

And in the distance, on the B-grade frontlines, the obese neighbor waving four transparent arms seemed to be managing easily as well.

But no matter whether it was Li Yao or the obese neighbor, their strength was individual.

On a wider, overall scale, the human forces were still on the verge of defeat.

The only reason they could still barely hold on was because of the formidable strength of the man in a red robe on the A-grade front.

After fighting for over twenty hours, he, with blue-white flames raging over his body, seemed mad with anger, taking on ten at a time!

His terrifying A+ grade power, combined with the rage that greatly boosted his fighting abilities, meant that not a single other-race Transcendent present could withstand even a single round against him.

They were forced to adopt a dodging stance, hoping to deplete the man's scarce physical reserves.

The white-bearded man and the woman in a bodysuit didn't join the battle, but instead protected the old lady next to them, ensuring her uninterrupted output.

"Undead Curse—gh."

"Undead Curse—ee."

"Undead Curse—damn it!"

"Undead Curse—shit..."

Waves of karmic backlash continuously harvested the lives of other-race Transcendents.

From the start of the battle until now, she had killed more than two hundred B-grade Transcendents and three A-grade Transcendents.

The undisputed MVP of the battlefield.

Faced with such a terrifying strategic-level weapon, the allied forces of many races had long organized numerous assassination attempts against her.

But to little effect.

Because the two out of the only three A-grade humans were guarding her twenty-four hours a day.

With a sparse force sent, they were instantly devoured by those three Old Sixes on the spot.

If a larger force was dispatched, the three would simply circle around the middle-aged man in the red robe and flee.

When all Class A Transcendents swarmed together, they still couldn't stop the middle-aged man in the red robe from killing them...

It was then that the high-level members of the myriad races truly realized the depth of human civilization.

(What's the difference between this and the hundred races?!)

(...It seems we've been duped.)

(We've delayed for too long; it's over if the Great Executor arrives.)

(Steady your minds, as long as we can drag down their strongest. He's almost at his limit...)

The destruction caused by tens of thousands of Transcendents was beyond imagination and could be described as earth-shattering.

Surging magma.

The cracked earth.

Shattered clouds.

Vanishing mountains.

At least, after this battle, White Horse Slope should officially be renamed "White Horse Valley."

"Let's take a brief rest," said the bearded old man, his body battered yet still calm, taking out two soul beads from his chest and handing them to the old woman.

The old woman swallowed them without a word, closed her eyes, and began to restore her supernatural origin.

In Class A, the supernatural restoration provided by a single soul bead is almost negligible.

But in Class B, it is considerable.

It was precisely because of an unlimited supply of soul beads that she, a Class B Transcendent, could continuously cast the Undead Curse for a day and a night without interruption.

"Master," the woman in the tight suit wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth: "When will the support from the City of Law Enforcement arrive?"

"Judging by the time, the Supervisor and the others have probably just reached the City of Law Enforcement," muttered the bearded old man.

"Then it's too late..." The woman looked into the distance at the figure in the red robe, freely unleashing supernatural oscillations, her face turning pale: "He won't last much longer. Given the scale of the allied army, by the time they arrive tomorrow, the human race will have been slaughtered."

...

The bearded old man remained silent.

"My child is about to be beaten to death."

...

The bearded old man was even more silent.

"And that little guy," the woman in the tight suit looked far into the distance at the chubby neighbor: "His current abilities are clearly not fully deployed. With only two arms. If he could grow eight arms like a few days ago, he could at least share some of the pressure off the man in the red."

"He's not angry enough," sighed the bearded old man: "Like Chen Yu, only when they are enraged to a certain extent can they unleash the strength of their abilities."

"Chen Yu..."

Upon hearing this name, the woman in the tight suit paused and lowered her head.

If Chen Yu were still alive, with his multiple abilities, it wouldn't necessarily change the tide of battle outright, but he could certainly help humanity hold out until the City of Law Enforcement came to their aid.

Indeed, just with his giant form alone, he could have slaughtered his way through the entire B-level battlefield of the myriad races' allied forces.

By then, the old woman could have focused entirely on using the "Undead Curse" against the many Class A Transcendents of the outer races, supporting the middle-aged man in the red robe.

...

The bearded old man, too, seemed to have thought of this, aging a decade in an instant.

"Perhaps."

"I really am getting old."

His spirit deflated.

"Master, that's not true!" the woman in the tight suit snapped back to reality, hastily consoling him: "You could still impregnate me, how could you be old!"

The bearded old man looked up sharply: "???"

"The rest is over."

The old woman, having digested the soul beads, opened her eyes as if she hadn't heard anything,

extended her arms, formed strange hand seals with her hands, emptied her mind, and spurred her ability.

She opened her wrinkled lips and uttered the words.

"Undead Curse—ptui!"

A silent wave spread out.

An A-class Transcendent from the outer races, who was fighting the middle-aged man in the red robe, dodged just in time, narrowly avoiding a close call, his soul shook.

This cause-and-effect ability, it had seen with its own eyes, could strip the life of an A-class supreme in just a second...

"Boom!!!"

As time continued to pass.

Finally, a Transcendent from an outer race launched a long-concealed sneak attack, striking a critical blow to the middle-aged man in the red robe and sending him flying thousands of kilometers away.

"Ha—"

The middle-aged man in the red robe's eyes were vacant as he carelessly spat out a mouthful of pus and blood, then charged back into battle.

With his abilities boosted,

his strength greatly increased, and he had lost all sense of pain.

As long as he lived, he could keep fighting.

(His ability's oppressive aura has decreased.)

(He's at the end of his rope.)

(Phew... it's finally coming to an end.)

(We can split half of our forces to deal with those three damn things. This human is no longer a threat.)

(Praise the gods...)

The A-class Transcendents of the outer races communicated briefly with each other and decisively split into two groups.

Five of them went after the trio including the bearded old man.

The remaining five continued to contend with the middle-aged man in the red robe.

Seeing this, the woman in the tight suit showed a look of despair: "Master..."

The bearded old man: "..."

"Master?" Not getting a response, the woman in the tight suit was startled and quickly turned to look at the bearded old man.

She found the old man gazing dumbly behind him, lost in the sky.

The old woman, too, seemed to have frozen, looking in the same direction as the bearded old man. Her hands, still forming hand seals, were slightly trembling.

"?"

The woman in the tight suit was puzzled and instinctively followed their gaze.

She saw that the originally murky sky was abruptly torn apart by an elliptical black hole.

Within the rotating, deep void, a foot slowly stepped out.

A human foot...

"!!!"

The sudden change left all the supreme A-class Transcendents present in shock, halting their movements.

Instinctively, they waited for the continuation of that "foot."

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds...

The vast battlefield of White Horse Valley fell eerily silent.

Countless eyes were uniformly focused on that black hole.

Watching as the figure who was stepping out from it, standing aloft in the void,

was none other than the young man with a duckbill cap!

"Your Highness?!" the woman in the tight suit frowned: "How did he come here? No, that's wrong! How did he get here?!"

Ripping through space!

As far as she knew, this was not one of the abilities of the young man with the duckbill cap.

"Cough..."

Fully emerging from the black hole, the young man with the duckbill cap looked down from above, cleared his throat, and with a contemptuous glance, coldly surveyed all the outer races beings present. He then activated his ability to broadcast his voice far and wide: "Attention, everyone."

"The Great Emperor of the human race..."

"Has arrived!!"

Then, another foot stepped out from the black hole.

...


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