When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 972 - 331 The Death of Valentine VII_3

Chapter 972 -331 The Death of Valentine VII_3

——However, just at this moment.

From within the chest of Valentine VII, suddenly a slender hand burst through!

It grabbed the pigeon, ignoring its desperate struggles, and strangled it to death.

In the violent struggle, its feathers, far more numerous than its body, fluttered throughout the entire room… That was the shredded soul of the old King.

“Uh, uh…”

The white-haired old King watched all this in astonishment, but now he was unable to say anything at all.

Immediately after, his chest ripped open further, while his stomach swelled and bulged.

“—I told you, you only had one chance. You can go this far, but no further.”

A clear and naive youthful voice sounded: “If you can’t kill me… don’t be too greedy. It’s your own lack of preparation—”

Following that, a blonde young boy, looking around eleven or twelve years old, crawled out from the old King’s swollen belly.

Apart from a more youthful appearance, this was Pengbonazi himself!

His body was naked, covered in blood and clear mucus.

After landing, he comfortably stretched his body.

“Remember to find me when you go to the Dream Realm, I’m quite curious about the experiences after death. From now on, your bedroom is mine, your wife is mine, your country too—is there any point in keeping the name Star Antimony? In all these years, not a single one achieved the soul of Star Antimony… do you even deserve to be called Star Antimony?”

At this time, the old King’s chest and abdomen had been completely torn apart, eviscerated.

He slumped in the chair, split open from throat to navel, down the middle to both sides. He looked like a lobster that had its head pinched off, its shell and vein removed.

The organs inside his torso seemed to have melted away completely, utterly hollow. Just like a chicken thoroughly cleaned of its entrails, leaving only bones and flesh, as if it could be fried in oil at any moment.

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Pengbonazi, who had easily resurrected from being crushed to pieces, showed no reaction to this—such things were but routine for him.

He is the Son of the Moon who’s closest to the Sixth Power Level in the entire world!

This level of “death” was merely a regular slumber for him.

At this moment, the white-haired old man whose belly was split open was still “hehe” gasping for air, his trachea sounding like a bellows.

He wasn’t completely dead—his consciousness was even clear.

The old man’s eyes were wide open, staring at Pengbonazi, his mouth moving like a dying fish, as if he wanted to say something.

“What an effort,” Pengbonazi, returned to his youthful form, sighed, “Let’s end your pain.”

He lifted his left hand towards the old King.

A flash of red light passed.

The next moment, all the blood in the old King’s body was instantly drained—he practically turned into a piece of human skin, completely devoid of life.

Whereas Pengbonazi’s young and frail body swelled in the wind, returning to his original form in just a few breaths. The once youthful face instantly became mature and handsome, and the formerly slender limbs now regained their powerful strength.

He did not conceal his body, nor did he care about the bloodstains from Valentine VII. Or rather, it was impossible for there to be any bloodstains on him—every single drop of blood had been completely drained by Pengbonazi.

Now, Valentine VII looked just like a clean, dark yellow blanket, laid upon a skeleton.

He took an interest in removing the shoulder cloak from the remains of Valentine VII and casually draped it over himself. He had no other clothes on, so the cloak hardly covered any private parts.

And in this state, Pengbonazi pushed the door open and left.

He clapped his hands to draw the attention of others.

“Someone come,” Pengbonazi lazily leaned against the door, exposing his streamlined muscles, a body as perfect as a marble sculpture, “Clean up the bones of your former Emperor for me, and have them brought to the bedroom later. The study is short of a table, remember to replace it. No need for a new carpet, send someone to Red Fortress to fetch my spare carpet.

“—Oh, and have someone take me to Alfonso’s bedroom. Then call Louise and Lucien over, I want to celebrate the rebirth of Star Antimony with them.”

Pengbonazi planned to revel all night with his wife and son in front of the now tattered Alfonso, in front of the portraits of many ancestors in his bedroom—as a small punishment for the old man violently destroying a pricey garment he rather liked.

—I told you, I allow you to try killing me. But I did not allow you to ruin my clothes.

A silent rebellion involving the supreme power transition of Star Antimony has thus quietly begun, and just as silently concluded.

No one could participate, nor dare to obstruct it.

As if everything was inevitable.

“…Excuse me.”

Someone boldly asked: “Will you be our King from now on?”

If Pengbonazi truly became the King of Star Antimony… that could still be considered a great thing!

“King? Hahaha… Valentine… VIII?”

Pengbonazi was in a good mood, so he was willing to explain with a smile: “No, that won’t be the case. I’m just the Prime Minister with an added title of Crown Prince—whether from Louise’s perspective, or Lucien’s… I can claim to be a Crown Prince. After all, they both count as my lovers.

“—As for your new King, I’ve already decided. It will be Lucien Valentine… although he has no idea yet.”