<h4>Chapter 1265: Blueblood Team</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>Nyoi-Bo Studio <strong>Editor: </strong>Nyoi-Bo Studio


    Han Sen was surprised. Emperors in the Third God’s Sanctuary were of a tier far above the rest that upied the realm, and they knew it. Yet strangely, this empress hade to ask the man—a human—for assistance politely.


    “Is he really a human?” Han Sen thought it was a bit far-fetched, for an emperor-ss spirit to behave in such a way before a human.


    The man raised his head to the night sky and said, “It has been a long time since my eyes werest able toy sight on the moon.”


    The empress frowned, clearly more concerned with receiving the answer to her question.


    After a while, the man turned his gaze to the empress. He asked, “Where is that which I want?”


    The empress responded, saying, “The Aqua Fruit is on the precipice of maturing. Do you know what that means?”


    “Where is it?” the man asked again.


    The empress said, “This is yourst chance, so answer me.”


    The manughed and balked. “You’re wrong! This is yourst chance.”


    “You do not fear death, do you? I find that an amusing surprise, given your kind can only live once.” The empress frowned.


    Han Sen’s face changed, now confirming that the man truly was a human. There was no more doubt about that.


    The man replied, saying, “Oh, I fear death. But I also know you won’t let me die.”


    The empress’s ire was incited by what the man had just said, and anger flushed to her face in immediacy. The serpents beneath the seat were poised, ready to strike the madman.


    He did not care, though. He stood where he was, looking right at the empress, as if inviting their strikes. The serpents glided forward, hissing. But then, the empress raised her hand and gestured for them to leave him be.


    “Fine. You can have it. But it will be in exchange for the Aqua Fruit,” the empress said.


    “Okay.” The man did not seem surprised.


    The empress waved her hand, and then a copper key manifested in the air and flew towards each lock on the man’s shackles. One by one, they fell down and released him from their cold, cruel sp.


    The man did not seem excited about his freeing from incarceration. He merely walked calmly towards theke.


    “I can lock you up once more, as easily as I have just freed you. You know what it is you must do,” the empress said.


    The man kept walking, telling her, “Do not worry, I’m from the Blueblood Special Forces. The Aqua Fruit will be yours, have no fear.”


    The serpents beneath the throne began to move, as she followed him towards theke.


    Han Sen was in shock after what he had just heard, and he thought to himself, “He’s from the Blueblood Special Forces!? If he was trapped in there for one hundred years, perhaps there is a chance he knew about Han Jinzhi.”


    The Blueblood Special Forces was a military unit of the Alliance. If he was who he imed to be, though, it didn’t make sense why the empress had behaved that way before him.


    The empress was asking the man to take the fruit for her, as if he was tremendously capable and aplished for such a task. This was crazy.


    As the man walked, he removed the scraps of aged garments that still hopelessly clung to his body.


    Han Sen was surprised that the man didn’t look quite as disheveled when he was unclothed. The man was ripped, with hulking muscles that Han Sen couldn’t help but admire. The man looked strong enough to kill anything.


    But what was quite strange was that the blood vessels between his muscles were blue rather than green.


    The man walked into theke and washed himself. With his hands and fingernails, he gave himself a haircut, too. Now, Han Sen could see what his face looked like.


    The man’s face was strong and proud. His features had been chiseled in a way that exuded manliness. If he was seen strolling the streets, Han Sen believed women would get wet just seeing him.


    The empress was sitting on her throne as he walked out of theke, naked and on full disy. Han Sen watched his manhood swing wildly from left to right with each footstep.


    The empress frowned and threw down geno armor in front of him.


    The man put it on and then sat down. He looked out over theke and said, “The only way this could get any better is if there was a drink we could both share.”


    “Ugh.” The empress groaned.


    They merely sat, watching the view from thekeside together.


    A period of time psed with neither of them doing anything. They must have been waiting for the fish to arrive.


    With the odds stacked against him, and the empress now having this other, mystic human on her side, Han Sen wasn’t fancying his chances of emerging victorious.


    Han Sen wanted to go downstream and see if he could stop the fish king froming.


    Even if the fish king did note, though, it wouldn’t mean much. The empress would still most likely nab the fruit she hade for. Trying to save the fish king’s life and fighting alongside it seemed the best chance of prevailing Han Sen had.


    As Han Sen reviewed his options, he began to hear movement stem from downstream.


    He saw a golden light, and ahead of it, Yaksha. He was running back, and a peculiar look crossed his face when he noticed the human sitting beside the empress.


    Yaksha bowed and said, “The flying fish king is here.”