svetikya Chapter 668 I am Belial, I didn't actually die, v50
Chapter 668 I am Belial, I didn't actually die, v50
Chapter 668 I am Belial, I didn't actually die, V50, help me seize the Galactic Empire
The Galactic Empire universe, a desolate star field.
Space was violently torn apart by a scarlet rift, and then a colossal beast, over three hundred meters tall and covered in ferocious red and black armor, stepped out from it.
Electric Arc Beria.
He looked around at this familiar universe, feeling the energy particles in the air that were unique to this world, and let out a wild laugh that shook the stars.
"Heh heh heh! I, Beria, have returned once more."
He gripped the ultimate combat device in his hand, feeling the power surging within him, a power stronger than ever before.
"Zero, you just wait, this time, I'll absolutely crush you under my feet!"
He was extremely confident.
Moreover, Beria was never one to put all his eggs in one basket.
Even when he was ruling this universe, he had prepared a backup plan for himself.
Besides the three main officials on the surface, he also has a more secretive and powerful direct guard – the Dark Five Kings.
Slan the Magician from the Mefilas Alien, Groza Alien the Frozen Gross Sword, Desrogu the Flame from the Desre Nebula Alien, Veronias the Extremely Evil from the Imperial Alien, and... Shatar the Hell Alien from the Hipporito Alien!
These guys are all notorious villains in the universe, and three of them are even the same kind of people who were once the Dark Kings under the command of the Alien Empera. Their strength and loyalty are beyond doubt.
"Hmph, after I was defeated, they must be trying every means to revive me."
Beria thought with certainty.
[I am Belial. I didn't actually die at Zero's hands. Quickly add me to your VIP 50. Once I return, I can rule the world and appoint you as the governor of a planet.] ×
"The Monster Graveyard is the place we agreed upon. Once I get there, I can regroup my army and reclaim everything I have."
"Hehehehehe... Zero, Land of Light, your end is coming."
Amidst his maniacal laughter, Arc Belial transformed into a streak of red and black light, hurtling towards the coordinates of the Monster Graveyard in his memory.
However, after flying for a short while, his brows furrowed slightly.
Ahead, a patrol team of more than a dozen robots blocked his way.
The robots were covered in heavy, ice-white armor, with a rugged design that exuded the violent aesthetics of heavy industry, and their single eye emitted a cold red light.
"Um?"
Belial slowed his movements, a hint of confusion flashing in his crimson eyes.
This thing... why does it look so familiar?
That one-eyed design, that silhouette that so closely resembles some annoying guy…
"Tch, what a piece of trashy counterfeit."
Beria scoffed dismissively, not bothering to take a detour at all.
No matter what it is, if it dares to stand in front of him, Lord Belial, there is only one outcome.
"Get out of here, you piece of trash."
He didn't even bother using the ultimate combat device; he simply opened his mouth and unleashed a burst of violent red breath.
Arc Descium Ray.
The violent torrent of energy instantly engulfed the robot patrol team. Before an explosion could even be made, more than a dozen "Zaku Lopsero" robots were completely vaporized, leaving not a single speck of dust behind.
"I feel like I've seen this somewhere before..."
Beria muttered something under his breath, but quickly put the matter out of his mind.
"Well, never mind. Once I've gathered the Five Heavenly Kings, I'll find the master of this trash and bring him and his world into the territory of my Belial Galactic Empire!"
He quickened his pace, and soon, a desolate asteroid, littered with the remains of monsters, came into view.
We've arrived at the Monster Graveyard.
However, as Belial hovered above the planet, his unease grew stronger.
Not right.
Something's really wrong.
It's so quiet here...
There wasn't even a ghost in sight.
Just as he was wondering, several powerful attacks shot out from the surface of the planet below without warning, aiming straight for his vital points.
"snort."
A hint of impatience flashed in Arc Belial's eyes, but he casually waved the Ultimate Battle Device and blocked all the attacks.
The smoke and dust cleared.
Five figures exuding powerful auras slowly rose from the ground, surrounding him in the center.
Leading the group was none other than Slan, the Mefilas alien mage, clad in silver-white armor and wielding a lightsaber.
When Beria saw them, he finally felt relieved, and the doubt on his face instantly turned into a triumphant laugh.
"Hahaha! So it was you guys who were behind this?"
"Hmph, not a bad welcome ceremony. It seems your strength hasn't declined while I was away."
He naturally assumed that these were his loyal subordinates welcoming their supreme emperor in a special way.
However, what happened next completely froze the smile on his face.
"Lord Belial?!"
The fiery Deslog let out a cry of surprise.
No sooner had he finished speaking than the mage Slan coldly rebuked him, "Deslog, watch your words! How dare you address this remnant of the Belial Galactic Empire as 'Sir'?"
"Have you forgotten what a great being we are serving now? This is disrespect to that great being."
Dislogu was startled and quickly lowered his head to admit his mistake.
Immediately, the five of them turned around in unison, looking at the completely dumbfounded Arc Belial in mid-air with cold, unfamiliar, and even somewhat pitying eyes.
"..."
Arc Belial's facial muscles twitched, and his brain went blank for a full three seconds.
Remnants?
That sir?
What's going on?
He could no longer contain his shock and rage, and roared deafeningly, "You bunch of bastards! What nonsense are you spouting?!"
"Aren't you my subordinates?"
Faced with Belial's questioning, the Dark Five Kings did not answer.
They simply, without prior arrangement, placed one hand on their chest, facing a certain direction deep into the universe.
Slan spoke slowly, his voice filled with a kind of sacredness that came from being "purified by the beating": "Belial, you are a thing of the past. We have now abandoned darkness for light, and follow that supreme monarch to fight for the eternal peace of the universe."
Abandon darkness and embrace light?
Peace?
Belial felt like his CPU was about to burn out.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Arc Belial completely lost his temper. He pointed at the alien Slan from Mefilas, trembling with rage.
"Abandon darkness for light? With your abilities?"
"You bunch of utter scoundrels! Scum! Garbage of the universe! And now you actually have the nerve to stand before me and talk about turning over a new leaf?!"
Beria's voice was filled with anger and absurdity at being betrayed.
However, the Dark Five Kings remained unmoved in the face of his roar.
The frozen Gross Sword even spoke in a compassionate tone: "That's all in the past, Belial. Since meeting that great one, we've realized how meaningful it is to protect those beautiful flowers in the universe."
"That's right."
The fiery Deslog echoed, his voice fervent, "For the smiles of children, for love and justice in the universe, this is the goal we are fighting for today."
"puff--"
Belial nearly coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Protecting the flowers?
The children's smiles?
Love and justice?
What the hell is all this?!
(End of this chapter)