Chapter 465: Inheritance? Trap!
Upon seeing this person, all of the highgods present were filled with shock.
It was as though they had just seen something they couldn’t believe.
It wasn’t just the highgods.
Upon seeing this figure appear, Clemente revealed an extremely shocked expression.
Clemente’s pupils suddenly constricted, and his gaze towards that figure revealed a look of disbelief.
Everyone was extremely puzzled.
Although they were only demigods, there were only a limited number of peak highgod experts in the Plane of Slaughter.
Every peak highgod expert in the Plane of Slaughter was someone that no one didn’t recognize.
And now, this ghostly figure had appeared.
They had never seen it on any portraits or sculptures.
In fact, they had never heard of such an expert in the Plane of Slaughter.
Valentine stood beside Clemente and keenly noticed the change in Clemente’s expression. His gaze was filled with doubt.
“Clemente, do you know this expert?” Valentine asked.
Clemente didn’t seem to hear Valentine’s question. He remained rooted to the spot, unable to react for a long time.
“Clemente?”
He only regained his senses when Valentine asked again.
Clemente nodded slightly, and his gaze towards the figure revealed a grave expression.
“That’s right, I’ve indeed seen him before!” Clemente said solemnly.
He had indeed seen this figure before.
But he hadn’t seen him personally.
He had seen him in the ancient books of the Royal Library of Orencia!
“From the looks of it, this person’s status seems to be quite extraordinary?”
Valentine asked, puzzled.
Although there were very few peak highgod experts, it wasn’t as though Clemente had never seen one before.
At the very least, the emperor of the Orencia Empire, Emperor Congrave, had often met with Clemente.
If it had just been a peak highgod expert, it wouldn’t have been enough to cause Clemente to reveal such a shocked expression.
This person’s identity was definitely extraordinary!
The truth was indeed as Valentine had imagined.
Clemente turned his head to look at Valentine, a complicated look in his eyes. With difficulty, he said, “Extraordinary?”
“It’s not just that simple. You wouldn’t dare to believe the identity of this person!”
Hearing these words, Valentine became even more curious.
“Just who is he? Why would I not dare to believe it?” Valentine said in a low voice.
Hearing the conversation between the two, the highgods of the two empires looked over, revealing complicated looks in their eyes.
However, they didn’t stop Clemente from revealing this person’s identity.
The surrounding people, upon hearing the conversation between the two, revealed curious looks as well.
They wanted to know who this person was?
To think that he could make Clemente say such a thing.
They only saw Clemente looking at the ghostly figure.
His gaze was complicated, as though he was recalling something.
Clemente slowly said,
“He’s the God of Slaughter.”
When he said this, it immediately caused a wave of commotion in the entire area.
“What?”
“He’s the God of Slaughter?”
“How is that possible! It’s not like we haven’t seen the statue of the God of Slaughter before!”
“That’s right. I’ve seen the statue of the God of Slaughter in the Divine Kingdom of Slaughter before. It’s not like that at all. It’s impossible for the Divine Kingdom of Slaughter to have mistaken the appearance of the God of Slaughter?”
“Even a demigod can change his appearance, let alone the fact that the God of Slaughter is a sovereign god!”
“But how could the God of Slaughter possibly help Joelson? Joelson killed 20,000 geniuses of the God of Slaughter!”
“That’s true.”
“...”
Everyone began to discuss, their faces filled with confusion. They didn’t understand what Clemente was talking about at all.
But as one of the four great geniuses, there was no way Clemente would lie to them about something like this.
After all, this was the Slaughter Plane. Even a few young children had seen the statue of the God of Slaughter before.
Everyone had puzzled looks on their faces as they looked at Clemente.
Clemente shook his head.
“He is the God of Slaughter, but not the current one.”
Hearing this, everyone who had been discussing this immediately shut their mouths, staring blankly at Clemente. For a moment, they weren’t able to react.
The tomb of the sovereign fell into a deathly stillness.
“Not the current God of Slaughter.”
Valentine looked at Clemente, his brows tightly furrowed as he spoke in a low voice.
He didn’t know if he should speak to himself or Clemente.
“What does this mean? Could it be?”
“He’s the previous God of Slaughter?”
Valentine cried out in astonishment, his eyes instantly widening in disbelief.
“How is this possible?”
“Didn’t the previous God of Slaughter die long ago?”
“If he didn’t die, how did the current God of Slaughter appear?”
“How could the previous God of Slaughter appear by Joelson’s side?”
Valentine asked Clemente several questions in a row.
He didn’t believe that this ghostly figure was the previous God of Slaughter.
Actually, he couldn’t be blamed for this.
There could only be one sovereign in each faction.
It was impossible for two gods of slaughter to appear at the same time. Only when the current God of Slaughter died would it be possible for the next God of Slaughter to appear.
This was common sense that they had come into contact with since they were young. Now that they were told that this common sense had been broken.
Naturally, Valentine didn’t dare to believe it.
It wasn’t just him, everyone was even more in disbelief.
“Lord Clemente, could it be that you’ve made a mistake?”
“That’s right! How could the previous God of Slaughter live until now?”
Hearing Valentine and everyone’s questions, Clemente shook his head, his expression similarly doubtful.
“I can’t explain this point clearly either, but I’ve seen the previous God of Slaughter in ancient records. I can be sure that it’s him!”
Clemente looked at the figure whom he had referred to as the God of Slaughter and said very solemnly.
Hearing this, everyone turned to look at the surrounding highgods.
The highgods didn’t retort upon hearing Clemente’s words. Clearly, they agreed with Clemente’s words.
“Can it be that he really is the God of Slaughter?”
“I really don’t dare to imagine what is going on!”
Everyone began to discuss, but they all believed Clemente’s words.
After all, the highgods had tacitly agreed to this.
“No! If the previous God of Slaughter didn’t die, then how could there be the legacy of a sovereign? How could the tomb of a sovereign be opened?”
Valentine asked, extremely puzzled.
Hearing Valentine’s words, everyone was puzzled as well.
That’s right!
If a sovereign didn’t die, how could there be a sovereign’s legacy?
What was going on?
“Could it be...”
Clemente muttered to himself in a low voice.
“A sovereign’s legacy is nothing more than a trap? !”
Thinking of this, Clemente’s body suddenly trembled.
Hearing his words, everyone’s pupils suddenly constricted.
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