Apocalypse Gachapon

The former protector stared at the three-legged person’s face seriously.

“You aren’t as determined as you say; if not, you would have killed yourself.” The former protector slowly reached a hand out and grabbed the neck of the three-legged man.

“Once a level nine expert but now being touched by a level eight person. Is that an insult to you? Or is it an insult that you had to tempt an outsider so that he can help you? Or you have already lost all dignity?”

The two lifeforms glared at each other.

“You rather get tied here and wait for a real level nine person to kill you than help us? Do you think that Saint Father would casually kill you once he wins? He will absorb your energy as the energy of a same level lifeform can be converted into something he could use. His life force would increase by a long time. A thousand days? Or ten thousand? As for you, you will just turn into a dried corpse that will shatter along with the space.”

The three-legged person’s expression changed as he listened.

He could calmly talk about those matters in front of Ye Zhongming and make promises he couldn’t keep. But before this former protector, he wasn’t as confident.

He was a level nine expert, but he was trapped. His dignity was gone since he had been defeated by the strongest protector in Posthumous People history and trapped here as an energy source.

All that he wished for was hope.

Before this, he knew that he didn’t have any hope. The Posthumous People wouldn’t let him go. He was their final trump card, and no one would release him just because they pitied him.

If not for Ye Zhongming finding him on that special soul wandering trip, no one would know about him. Only the past protectors grasped this secret. Even the kings had no idea.

Since they didn’t even know about him, they wouldn’t release him.

Ye Zhongming’s arrival originally gave him hope. He felt that with a bit of time, this person would follow his instructions, releasing the things that trapped him so that he could break free.

The surprise was that the war came too quickly. The Posthumous People had to use the Punishment of the Gods to deal with the level nine expert.

After the Saint Pool stopped providing enough energy due to the space's instability, he became the energy fountain.

He knew that the former protector had lied to everyone that he was dead just for this moment so his words would be true. If the level nine Saint Father noticed him, the chances of his energy being absorbed would far exceed the chances that he would be released.

If you swapped places and he was the Saint Father, he would definitely not release someone of the same level.

What about helping the Posthumous People?

The three-legged person knew that it was risky.

He had been trapped here for many years. The Saint Father’s energy was draining, and so was his. But compared to those people here, his race allowed him to live longer, and the energy drain speed was slower.

He didn’t know how long his energy could last, but once the Posthumous People sucked his energy dry, he would die.

But what if they didn’t suck his energy dry?

The three-legged man had a mental battle. He knew that after being trapped for many years, the best chance to get free was before him.

Of course, this was also the most dangerous moment, as there was a high chance that he might die.

“You better make your decision quick; we don’t have much time.” The former protector was anxious. The Saint Father would get free quickly. The first Punishment of the God's light couldn’t trap him for too long. He had to persuade the three-legged person quickly.

He looked at the other race expert who had been here since he had followed his Master to learn in the Saint Pool and knew that he had to give him more hope.

“Don’t worry; I can sense the amount of energy you have left. I swear on the entire Posthumous People's faith that we will leave you some so you can live. Once the battle ends, I will beg the leader from Earth to bring you to his space. That place is healthy and is a growing planet. Your energy will be replenished, and you will fully recover. You might even have a chance to improve and return to your homeland.”

The former protector clenched his fist, “I have no more patience. You need to give me the answer now.”

His intentions were obvious. If you reject, then you can die!

“Okay, I agree; I hope you can honor your promise.” He compromised. He knew that the old man who knew all the secrets of the Posthumous People could kill him.

The former protector relaxed and floated outside.

“Posthumous People have enough enemies; I don’t need one more.”

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Outside, the Saint Father’s hands were nearly at his shoulders. The Punishment of the Gods didn’t light up, which made him think of one possibility. The very powerful attacks that made him feel a threat had restrictions.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

As long as he broke free, even if the Punishment of the Gods could be used again, it wouldn’t be able to touch him with his speed.

But at that moment, the light shone again. A pillar thicker than before hit his body, which caused his lips to bleed.

Moments later, another strong pillar of light. The gap between the two Punishment of the Gods was much shorter.

He licked his lips, and blood continued to flow. His ears, eyes, and nose even started to bleed, too.

“Saint Father!”

All the Saint Light Hall warriors shouted and continued to fight. They didn’t know how to stop those attacks, so they could only use this method to reduce their panic.

The former protector wasn’t in a good state either. His situation was even worse than the Saint father. Each inch of his skin ripped apart, and blood dripped from his legs onto the Saint Pool to form a blood veil!