Rise of The Anti God

Chapter 650 Dying As We Speak

Tristen's words were like multiple explosives going off beside Daugmir's ears. He had never felt so triggered…so angry…so humiliated, and so betrayed.

His son didn't just fuck only one of his concubines but every single one of them?! What in the world was the meaning of this? How could something like this happen to a powerful emperor like him? Did his women really have no fear?

"I will have you all killed, you ungrateful bitches!!!" Daugmir roared with clenched teeth as he tried to charge at Tristen with bloodshot eyes. He had never felt his pride being crushed to bits like this.

Xina was terrified by his sudden outburst as she hid behind Tristen.

But suddenly, a cold blade pressed against his neck as he saw Kale stopping him with his sword, "Tch. Control yourself, father. Why are you getting so angry over getting cucked? Like you said to me, isn't it because your dick can't satisfy your women? So accept it when your women tries to seek some satisfaction in some other man, even if it is your own son," Kale calmly said with a mocking smile, making Daugmir's face become red with a vengeful look.

He could only wish to strangle Kale with his own hands, but his hands were restrained as well due to the talisman, and there was nothing he could do.

"Haha, well said, brother. Come, Xina. You don't have to be scared of a toothless rabid dog anymore. Here, let me kiss you to comfort you," Tristen said as Xina melted into his embrace, a sight that was making Daugmir feel like he was losing his mind.

He could only guess how long it was going on but didn't want to know the real answer.

"Now, all your concubines would officially be my women, father. Don't you think that's quite lovely of you? Being so kind and generous to your son even till the end, sigh," Tristen chuckled while Daugmir's hands were trembling uncontrollably.

He was too angry to even utter a single word.

"Well, fun time is over. Guards, you can now take him away," Kale said as he sent a mental transmission to the guards outside, who immediately came in to carry away Daugmir.

"Kale and Tristen…Listen to me very well…This…This is not over. Mark my words!" Daugmir said with a dark expression as he got carried away by the guards.

"Hmph, even after getting defeated, he still has the galls to spout bullshit," Kale scoffed with a head shake.

"Babe, why don't you go on inside while I discuss some boring things with my brother?" Tristen said with a wink as Xina nodded and walked away with a red face, feeling as if she had never felt so excited in her life.

After Xina left and the two were alone in the hall, Kale smiled as he gave a hug to Tristen, "Thank you so much, brother. Without your help, this would not have been possible. Honestly, everything still feels like a dream."

Tristen patted Kale's back as he said, "Chill, brother. How could I stand by and let our father carry out such injustice towards you? Besides, I never liked how he ruled our empire. We need a new face, and that is going to be you."

Kale held Tristen's arms as he asked with a serious look, "You really don't want the throne? If you want, I can give it to you. You have the right to it."

Tristen chuckled as he shook his head, "Nah. I am already happy with rolling on the bed with our father's concubines. You just do what you do best, and I will continue with my life as usual."

Kale shook his head with a smile, not understanding why his brother had changed so much over the course of two years. But he also realized that he had changed as well without knowing it.

"Alright. Whatever makes you happy. So now, what's the plan? Even if we have dethroned our father, it still isn't over. There will be some retaliation from those loyal to him. What do you think we should do?" Kale asked with a look of contemplation.

Tristen smiled with a cold light in his eyes, "Kill them all in their sleep, hehe."

Kale raised his eyebrows but nodded, feeling that it was a good idea even if it was a ruthless one, "But who will do it?"

Tristen winked as he said, "Don't worry about it. I have already made the arrangements, and within this day, they will all be dead. Who knows…maybe they are already dying as we speak."

Kale pulled his brows together, wondering when Tristen got so capable and reliable. But most of all, how he planned to kill so many powerful people without making any noise. Still, he knew better than to ask him.

However, Kale had no idea that Tristen was stating a fact when he said those loyal to Daugmir were dying as they spoke.

In the Lenchen Family, the patriarch, an old friend of Daugmir and his staunch supporter, was in his office, preparing some documents to help Daugmir get released after hearing about his arrest from an insider.

He was even prepared to mobilize his army using his power as a commander to go for civil war if necessary to free Daugmir. Only under Daugmir's rule was he able to prosper so much by getting a share of all precious resources procured illegally.

But suddenly, the sound of his door opening echoed as a heavy gust of wind whizzed past his face.

"Huh…" The patriarch had a confused look, wondering how the door got opened. But he suddenly felt weakness overwhelming his body as he looked down at his chest, only to have his eyes widen upon seeing a gaping bloody hole right on top where his ethereal core was located.

Somebody had stabbed deep into his ethereal core, rupturing it instantly, and this also meant a slow, painful death.

"H-How…" The patriarch weakly mumbled with a pale face before collapsing on the floor. The dying patriarch had no idea that even his guards outside were all lying dead, all of them dying before they could even report the intruder who killed them. In fact, none of them even knew they were dying until it was too late. Everything just happened in a split second.

This scene was repeated in certain other noble families as well, who were all loyal to Daugmir. If an expert was to stand above in the skies and witness these scenes, all they would see was a jet black streak of lightning whizzing about at an unfathomable speed.