Chapter 2015
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"Emperor Hades!"
Within the God race, the commander who had just lost his trusted aide stared at Ming Di with fiery eyes.
Executioner!
In his eyes, this gentle-looking youth was an executioner.
The Outerworld commander, aide, God …
Who knew how many people had died in his hands.
He was like the Grim Reaper, harvesting the lives of the Outerworld clansmen.
Little did they know …
In the eyes of the other planes, the Outerworld Celestials had always played this role.
"I'm quite famous among the Outerworld Celestials."
"A lot of people who wear equipment like yours know that I have a title," Ye Zichen said.
"Not bad. I'm quite happy."
Emperor Hades grinned at the commander, not the slightest ripple of energy emanating from him.
"You found me. It seems I'm your target this time."
"That's right."
The commander's heart sank.
He knew how strong Emperor Hades was.
Commanders like them had made their judgments a long time ago. There were many people in this era who could threaten their lives.
Of course, it was just a threat. When they fought …
They had a fifty percent chance of winning.
However, there were only three people who could render them powerless to resist.
Emperor Star Lord.
Gu Xuande of the Ancient Race.
And …
Emperor Hades.
Needless to say, the Emperor Star Lord was the strongest in this era. It was normal that they couldn't beat him. Divine Emperor Yale had said more than once that he only had a seventy percent chance of winning against the Emperor Star Lord.
Gu Xuande.
He'd fought the God-King Yale to a draw ten thousand years ago.
So much time had passed …
Lord Yale had become a Divine Emperor. Gu Xuande naturally wouldn't stagnate.
He …
Was one of them.
Finally, there was Emperor Hades.
No matter how you looked at it, Emperor Hades was much weaker than the other two.
There was no intelligence on him fighting against the Outerworld Celestials.
And although he had a star, one of the four Auxiliary Stars, he was the least battle-savvy of the Auxiliary Stars, the Scholar Star.
Why would he be placed among the three …
It was because he had a supreme treasure in his possession.
The River of Time.
A treasure that could devour and refine souls.
Now that Ming Di had found him, it was safe to say that he had no chance of survival.
But now …
The fact that he was still alive was already a death sentence.
Actually, this was not a bad thing. Almost all of his subordinates had died in battle, and there might be a few lucky ones who were still alive. However, his army would not be able to reappear.
As the commander-in-chief, there were foreign races who had sacrificed their lives for the God Race.
His death would be glorious.
He didn't want to buy too much time for himself. He also knew that Ming Di wouldn't give him too much time.
All he wanted to know was what Emperor Hades had said.
"Is he really not coming back?"
He didn't say it out loud, but he trusted that Emperor Hades knew what he was asking.
"Yes, he can't come back!"
"Why?"
"Right now, there are about thirty planes' clansmen and supreme experts waiting for them outside your God Race. Do you think they can come back alive?"
"Is that so …"
When the Commander-in-Chief heard this news, his heart suddenly trembled. Soon, he sighed and smiled bitterly.
Actually …
He had long expected such a situation to occur.
Actually, he had some reservations about Yale being the God Emperor.
Or rather, most of the commanders-in-chief in the God Race felt the same way. They didn't want to invade for Yale's sake, but for their own lives and the safety of their families, they had no choice but to bow their heads.
Then they decided to stay in the God Race.
Yale was too warlike!
His ambition would strike terror into the hearts of the other planes.
His aggressiveness made it hard for any plane to feel at ease.
No one knew when the Outer-Realm God Race would destroy them.
Submit …
Destroy sixty percent of them.
Resist …
Destroy!
Regardless of whether they resisted or submitted, the plane would suffer great damage.
Under such circumstances, they could only fight back.
Of course, they needed someone who could lead them, or someone who could give them hope.
Ji Yuan was their hope.
Ji Yuan had taken the initiative to attack the God Race, causing the God Race to suffer heavy losses. They were even on the verge of being destroyed.
Under such circumstances, anyone with the slightest bit of courage.
They would stand together with Ji Yuan.
Moreover, there were still many survivors in those planes whose homes had been destroyed.
Even without the support of the other planes, the other survivors would follow Ji Yuan to overthrow the Outerealm Protoss and obtain the position of overlord.
They weren't afraid of death. They were only afraid of dying for nothing.
Now that Ji Yuan was attacking the God Race, it was worth it even if they died for Ji Yuan.
They had nothing to lose.
They weren't afraid!
Even if they died, as long as Ji Yuan destroyed the God Race, it would be revenge for them and their dead clansmen.
If they didn't succeed …
For them, this was the most likely chance of success.
If they seized this opportunity, they would die without regrets.
"More than thirty planes … so many people …"
The commanders-in-chief muttered to himself. He had an idea of the God Race commanders-in-chief and warriors from the God Race.
They were dead for sure.
Such a grand alliance wasn't something they could resist at all.
Actually …
This also reflected the outcome of the God Race.
The God Race was strong.
A tiger couldn't stand up to a pack of wolves.
The God Race didn't have the power to go against the entire world. Not just the God Race, no race in any plane had this ability.
Perhaps …
Yale was very powerful.
He was so powerful that everyone could only look up to him.
No one was his match. He could provoke the entire world without a care.
But …
The God Race couldn't do that.
Even if Yale won in the end, he would only get a battered God Race.
By then, the God Race would no longer be the God Race.
Of course …
Perhaps he would occupy a new plane and establish his hegemony there.
"That's not all."
Ming Di shrugged.
"Those are just the planes that came with the Greenrain Race. I believe there will be many other planes that will find out."
"That's not important."
The commanders-in-chief smiled sadly. More than thirty planes were enough to worry them, not to mention the involvement of other planes.
The God Race couldn't return …
The God Race had no chance of turning the tables.
Ji Yuan …
They really won this time.
Of course, they only won against the Gods who had no freedom and couldn't decide their own fate.
Yale …
They didn't know if they could win.
"Come."
The commanders-in-chief closed his eyes and didn't resist.
"What? Aren't you going to resist? Just give up? "
"There's no need for a futile struggle. I just hope that if you win, you can leave some Gods alive. Many of them are innocent. They don't want to invade and kill, "the commanders-in-chief said.
"Our Master of the Stars will make the decision. But don't worry, our Master of the Stars will definitely not be as cruel as your Godking."
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