Chapter 1082: Chapter 1069: The New King Ascends to the Throne, The Old King Retires Chapter 1082: Chapter 1069: The New King Ascends to the Throne, The Old King Retires “Don’t you want to see me succeed in my transformation and then lead the Gai Nation to dominate the Ymir Plain, becoming the most powerful country?” Muria asked with a tempting tone to the weary Ferdinand.

“You don’t understand the pain I endure.” Watching Muria’s coaxing visage, Ferdinand closed his eyes.

As a king with great ambition and grand schemes, of course, he wished to see his nation become the overlord-level creature, but his body would not permit it.

“So if I could erase the pain you have to bear, would you be willing to continue living?” Muria asked.

“What do you want to do?” Ferdinand asked with a tired tone. His vitality ebbed away swiftly with the extraction of The King’s Proof. Now just like a candle in the wind, he didn’t have long to live.

“I don’t know if my three teachers ever told you, but I have obtained a new kind of power, a power that can control death.” A death-filled black mist enveloped Muria, its chilling breath spreading throughout the palace, dispelling the scorching heat from The King’s Proof.

“I have heard.” Ferdinand watched as Muria transformed into an amorphous, cohesive black mist in front of him, with a pair of crimson pupils appearing within it.

“I can allow you to continue existing in this world as one of the dead.” A mass of black mist separated from Muria, coalescing in front of him, then transformed into a tall Corpse Servant with a purplish-green complexion.

The crimson-eyed Corpse Servant, upon its appearance, immediately kneeled on one knee before Muria, displaying a very respectful and submissive attitude.

“If this is the way for me to continue existing, then I refuse. I have no interest in kneeling before my son.” Merely glancing at the Corpse Servant released by Muria, Ferdinand firmly refused.

He had the pride of being a king; he clung to life but was not afraid of death. Even in death, he would not become a slave to others, let alone to his own son.

“You are overthinking this. After I transform you into this form, other than feeling somewhat suppressed in my presence, you won’t have any other weaknesses.”

“…”

“Why not give it a try?” Muria, now in Ghost Form, probed.

“…” Ferdinand remained silent, but Muria knew he was definitely tempted.

“If it doesn’t work, then you can sink into eternal death. After all, you are my father, and I will always respect your choice.”

The pitch-black Death Qi swept toward the king seated on the throne, his frame stooped and body withered. It enveloped him quickly since there was no trace of vitality left in him. As the black mist corroded his body, there was not an especially noticeable change, except for his eyes gradually turning a deep red, extinguishing the last flicker of life within him.

Less than a moment after being enveloped in the black mist, the last bit of life was extinguished from Ferdinand’s body, and he was directly transformed into a Corpse Ghost, a process far quicker than that of a regular person.

“This feeling, it’s not bad at all.” Transformed into a Corpse Ghost, Ferdinand stood from the throne, stretching his body. He no longer felt any pain.

“Wait, it’s not over yet.”

“What else is there?” Ferdinand, having undergone a colossal transformation from life to death, asked with a hoarse voice that carried an ominous tone.

“I am going to give you power.” Muria slowly floated toward Ferdinand, then a more tumultuous black mist separated from him and surged towards the Corpse Ghost’s body.

Soon, under the continuous injection of the black mist, Ferdinand’s thin and short body slowly inflated like a balloon being aired, his form beginning to enlarge.

During the process of Muria injecting Death Qi, Ferdinand gradually emitted a scorching breath, as if the power that remained in his body was reactivated, but this breath had a deadly heat, starkly different from before.

Transfigured into a Corpse Ghost, Ferdinand had lost all human form, now with horns on the head, wings on the back, in the Yanmo Form, except his skin was pitch black and wrapped in Death Qi.

“You’re giving me all this power, is that okay?” With a body now inflated to twenty meters high, nearly reaching the ceiling, Ferdinand looked at the nearly ethereal Ghost in front of him with some concern and asked,
He was clear that his son had a brighter future than him, so if his existence was at the expense of burdening Arnold, he would rather cease to exist.

“No problem, I just gave you the power of this form, it’s not a big deal for me. The power of the Ghost Form is not comparable to the Yanmo Form, aside from being a little special, it’s like chicken ribs to me, hardly useful. Better to distribute the power to you and make the most out of it.”

The ominous and deathly Ghost hovered in the hall, exuding a bone-chilling coldness, with a pair of crimson eyes staring at Ferdinand, utterly indifferent, devoid of humanity.

“Oh, and these are for you, for you to command,” streaks of black Qi separated from Muria’s body and fell to the floor of the great hall, turning into tall, strong Corpse Servants, brimming with greed for the flesh of creatures.

“Was this your plan all along?” Looking at the slew of Corpse Servants, as if the hall had transformed into a realm of ghosts, Ferdinand asked Muria, feeling as though he’d been schemed against.

“Hmm, I had this intention since I felt your life force upon my return,” Muria admitted unabashedly.

“You would even use me, a dying man, for your purposes, how heartless,” Ferdinand said, the corners of his mouth stretching into an especially ferocious grin as he looked at Muria.

“Use? Don’t you want to continue living?” Seeing Ferdinand’s smile, Muria also formed a curved mouth in his Ghost Form, looking even more sinister.

At this moment, if an ordinary person were to enter this hall, they would probably be scared to death by the scene before them.

“You call this state of living?” Ferdinand pointed at his own body, which had already lost most of the senses typical of living creatures.

“At the very least, it’s better than falling into eternal silence.”

“Enough, these Corpse Servants are not fit for sunlight; commanding them means being your shadow, dealing with matters you’d rather not handle yourself.”

“I never said that.”

“Your heart is dark, and your skin is thick, but that’s what makes a fitting king. A tender-hearted king can only lead a country into the abyss,” Ferdinand said, looking at Muria with admiration. “From today on, I am your shadow, the knife in your hand. I will cooperate with you to carry out the reform and eliminate all obstacles to it.”

“You are my father.”

“Spare me,” Ferdinand said with disdain. In terms of blood, they were father and son, but in terms of their emotional relationship, they were hardly better than strangers. Such relations needed time to cultivate.

“You should merge with The King’s Proof first.”

“I understand.”

Muria, in his Ghost Form, began to collapse inward into the center, and soon reverted back to a young boy with an immature face.

Flames rose from Muria’s body as he transformed into Yama, exuding an aura that made Ferdinand at the moment feel a sense of dread and suffocation.

He watched in silence as his son transformed into a Yama with two wings sprouting from his back, casting aside the tall tales his son had told of five awakenings.

Muria was levitating, his claw-like hand reaching out like that of a wild beast to grasp a Crystal Core shining with black and red light and emanating heat and radiance within his palm.

He could sense the power contained within the Crystal Core, comparable to a Flame Demon at the Peak of Soul Intent; it was a considerable supplement for him, who had already crossed the limits of legendary power.

When Ferdinand watched Muria effortlessly swallow the entire King’s Proof, his body swelling slightly, he couldn’t help but speak, “Just like that?”

“What else?” Muria, who had just devoured the Power Crystal passed down through the generations of the Gai Nation, looked up at Ferdinand.

“Nothing!” Ferdinand bowed his head, feeling somewhat self-absorbed. He remembered how excruciating it was to merge with The King’s Proof himself, feeling as if he could burst at any moment—a memory still vivid.

Furthermore, after fusing to a certain degree, he had to seal the remaining power and embed it in his chest, because if he continued to consume it, he indeed would have exploded.

Now his son had swallowed the entire power of The King’s Proof, and this contrast dealt a great blow to his psyche.

…

A new king ascended, the old king retired; the supreme seat of power in the Gai Nation was handed over before many could even react, with such speed that both the commoners and the nobles were unable to grasp what had happened.

But such matters never depended on their will; their only option was to accept the change.

After the ascension of the new king, the old king Fermo had completely disappeared from the public eye, and nobody was surprised by this—it was, after all, a tradition in the Gai Nation.

The emergence of a new king signified the demise of the old one; every Gai King did not wish for his subjects to see him in a weakened and embarrassing state. Even in death, they sought to maintain their dignity.

But now, apart from Muria himself, no one knew that the former king had not perished with the ascension of the new king; instead, he had transformed into another form, watching over the Gai Nation.

As all the nobles of the Gai Nation were gearing up to adjust to this new king, they were shocked to discover that the new king had begun implementing reforms, changing the nation’s system, its laws, and had wielded the Slaughter Knife known as royal authority. Thus, nobles whose interests were affected began to resist…

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