The Emperor, a legendary King, was an absolutely unsurpassable existence in the world of mercenaries.
His Demon Legion had traversed lands far and wide, creating incomparably brilliant military achievements on every battlefield.
Wherever his legion went, it almost swept through all resistance, with small countries in South Africa and South America in constant turmoil, the Emperor was the supreme King.
Yet for five billion, he fell in Huaxia, fell into a so-called conspiracy, which dealt a severe blow to his towering pride.
The death of the ten Golden Cores had already been almost more than he could bear, and learning that he had been deceived ultimately drove the Emperor completely mad.
A King is not to be trifled with, but to be revered and admired by countless people. That is a King, otherwise, he is but a jester, a plaything.
