The ethereal realm.
In this luxurious palace, the young man on the throne leaned on the seat with his left hand resting on his chin, and his white and slender hand held a delicate crystal goblet, and the bright red liquid was gently shaking in the cup.
There are also six maids standing beside him, either beating his legs or pinching his shoulders.
"Master Yale."
Walking into the hall, a middle-aged man with a white beard named after him entered the hall. He knelt on the ground a few steps into the hall, put his hands on the top of his head, and knocked gently on the ground with the red carpet.
He was wearing a purple satin robe, and his golden eyes were filled with respect and devotion to this young man.
The young man on the throne is Yale. As for the maid next to him, the maid sent by the goddess of war is no longer serving him in the palace.
Even though the middle-aged man had been kneeling on the ground and kowtowing for a while, Yale still shook the red liquid in his glass as if he had never seen it before. pool into the liquid at the bottom of the cup.
After shaking for a long time, in the end, he did not taste the liquid in the cup, but gently placed it on the tray in the hand of the maid next to him.
"came back."
A faint whisper came from all directions of the palace, and it was not until the middle-aged man who kowtowed on the ground at this time that he raised his head and looked at Yale, with reverence in his eyes.
"Yes, Lord Yale."
"What you're going to tell me will be a good result, right?" Yale pursed his lips and smiled wickedly. "I'm not sure if it's a good outcome for Lord Yale." The middle-aged man kneeling on the ground hesitated, licked his lower lip and pinched the corner of his shirt, "According to your instructions, The First Era has fallen. Everything about the First Era has been destroyed.
any residue. There are still some people in it who are stubbornly resisting, but they can't change the ending of their destruction. "
"Your efficiency is quite good." Yale nodded. "At least it sounds good news now, so what else do you want to say?"
"It's just..."
The middle-aged man hesitated, but Yale narrowed his eyes and smiled softly.
"You should be clear, this king hates that others only speak half of what they say."
In an instant, the middle-aged man's cold sweat dripped uncontrollably.
In just a few breaths, his purple-red robe could see the picture soaked in sweat. The hands on the ground also soaked the red blanket.
The violent heartbeat was very clear in this quiet palace, and Yale also silently looked at the middle-aged man.
"Thinking that you have done a good job in breaking the First Era, this king counts that you will make up for it and spare your life."
"Thank you Lord Yale for not killing."
The middle-aged man's head slammed on the blanket, Yale's abrupt gaze froze, he raised his finger and a ray of divine power fell in front of the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man who was kowtowing suddenly shrank his pupils, his head about to fall froze in midair.
His eyes stared straight at the black hole with the thickness of his fingers in front of him. "You have been with this king for the longest time. What do I like and what I don't like? Haven't you figured it out yet? After you die, continue to say what you need to say, don't waste your time on these things. On. You must know that your time is precious, and so is this king's time.
Yale stretched his neck and looked at the middle-aged man deeply.
From the middle-aged man's eyes, it could be seen that he was completely immersed in fear, almost terrified.
When Yale's voice fell and leaned back on the seat, he didn't dare to hesitate at all, and he said after swallowing a few saliva.
"It's just that the star masters of the first era appeared again for some reason and sent their elites to the third era. The number was roughly one million. The subordinates sent people to intercept them, but they failed..."
"Oh? Is that so?" Yale raised his eyebrows with a smile, "It's quite interesting, a million... what level of elite?"
"It's generally at the level of heaven and man, and a few are at the supreme level." The middle-aged man hesitated, worried that Yale would be blamed for this, and hurriedly said to remedy, "Although these people ran to the first era, they were all seriously injured. If you want to recover, you will also leave stubborn diseases, and your strength is not as good as before."
"That's too easy for you to think."
Yale smiled indifferently, stretched out his body and signaled the maids around him to move away, humming.
"There is a holy hand of medicine in the third era. As long as people don't die, he can heal them. Besides, when you think about it carefully, when you destroy the first era, you may have obtained the resources of the first era."
"This subordinate didn't get it." The middle-aged man said with a stern expression, "If the subordinate gets it, it will definitely be dedicated to you, Lord Yale, the subordinate really..."
"Okay, I didn't say you took it personally."
Yale still had that wicked smile, his eyebrows lowered and he looked at the ethereal realm outside the hall lightly.
"I'm just telling you that these resources are likely to have been transferred to the Third Era long ago. Or the resources were sent out to the hands of someone among the millions."
"This..." The middle-aged man was startled.
"It seems that the First Era has completely given up resistance and wants to pin their hopes on the Third Era. Otherwise, they wouldn't be so desperate, so betting, it seems that they are very confident in the Third Era. Hmm, interesting and interesting. !"
"My lord, everything is the fault of your subordinates."
The middle-aged man quickly admitted his mistake. He thought that Yale was in a state of anger, but he just shook his head with a smile at him.
"It's none of your business."
Although Yale said it with a smile, in his heart it was still somewhat awe-inspiring.
The First Era has been in the world for too long, and its internal background is so rich that even he would feel jealous.
If such resources are handed over to the Third Era, the overall strength of the Third Era will increase several times without any problem.
This will make it more difficult for them to attack the Third Era!
It's just that in Yale's heart, he is a little fortunate at the fusion of the first era and the third era. The game... always has to be challenging and difficult to be interesting. If the third era is directly broken, then the long wait will not be too long. cheap.
It was because it was too boring and he destroyed the demon clan when he was in power.
After that, it was boring and boring, and he finally had to wait until he could attack the Third Era, but he hoped that the Third Era would please him well and let him enjoy himself.
"Isn't this more fun, let them merge the two eras, and this king can still destroy them without leaving a trace of existence." Yale's eyes sank, and at this moment the middle-aged man also said, "Yale My lord, in fact... my subordinates even captured a few of the First Era..."
"what?"
Suddenly, Yale jumped directly from the chair to the middle-aged man, his eyes full of smiles. "Then don't bring them up, what are you thinking!"