svetikya Chapter 795 Lin Yu: Kids, you want me to work overtime, right?
Chapter 795 Lin Yu: Kids, you want me to work overtime, right?
Chapter 795 Lin Yu: Kids, you want me to work overtime, right?
The video had ended, and the screen had returned to darkness, but the final scene—the Emperor turning into a golden speck of light in the Zepelion beam—was deeply etched in the eyes of every member of the Dark Empire.
a long time.
Grozam's voice was hoarse: "Your Majesty the Emperor—really—"
"They have fallen."
The malevolent alien, Mefilas, took over the conversation. The luminous organs on his face flickered with a dim, uncertain light, and his tone was filled with an unprecedented heaviness.
That's it.
Everything is over.
The supreme being they followed, like the only star in the dark night of the universe, has vanished.
Pessimism spread through all the surviving fleets and outposts.
However, at this moment, Desrem's sharp voice rang out again, this time with a desperate madness.
No, it's not over yet.
He turned around abruptly and looked at the other two Heavenly Kings.
"Now that His Majesty the Emperor has fallen, let's find a way to resurrect him!"
"Yes, resurrect!"
These words were like a thunderclap, cleaving through the gloom that had shrouded everyone's hearts.
"That's right, we still have a chance."
Grozam's eyes flashed with a cold light again. "His Majesty the Emperor is immortal!"
"Absolutely, I can do it easily!" Desrem nodded vigorously, as if encouraging himself.
Just then, an unfamiliar voice, tinged with amusement, suddenly rang out simultaneously on the bridge of the flagship of the three Dark Kings, clearly reaching the ears of each of them.
"You mean, even if the Aliens Empera fall, you will never give up?"
The three Heavenly Kings were suddenly startled.
Whose voice is that?!
They instinctively looked around, but found nothing.
The strategist Desrem didn't think much of it, assuming it was a communication from one of his loyal subordinates via a special channel. He immediately nodded repeatedly, excitedly replying, "That's right, that's exactly it! His Majesty the Emperor's will will be inherited by us!"
The voice seemed quite satisfied with the answer and continued to coax, "That's precisely why we must fight that despicable fellow who overthrew the emperor to the bitter end, right?"
"certainly!"
This time, it was Grozam who spoke. He clenched his fist, which was as cold as an ice sword, and exuded a chilling aura that could freeze one's soul. He gritted his teeth and said, "That damned dark giant! I will tear him to pieces and use his ashes to rebuild His Majesty the Emperor's throne!"
"Well said."
The voice gave a word of approval, then posed one last question.
"So, how can we resurrect the emperor?"
"Hehehehe————"
A chilling laugh rang out, and the glowing object on the face of the malevolent alien Mefilas shone with color.
He spoke slowly, his voice filled with a confident and composed air.
"I've already come up with a plan. We can utilize the mechanical Zam, which even His Majesty the Emperor once coveted, and combine it with the power of the Ultimate Battle Device to absorb all the negative energy in the universe—"
He elaborated on his resurrection plan in detail, becoming more and more proud as he spoke.
"At that time, His Majesty the Emperor will surely return like lightning! Stronger and greater than ever before."
However, just as the three Heavenly Kings were immersed in their dream of resurrecting the Emperor and creating new glory, Desrem suddenly frowned.
"strangeness----"
He tilted his head, muttering to himself in confusion.
"That voice—it doesn't sound like that Yapool guy at all?"
They knew the Yapools had died in battle, but with the Empire's technology, preserving their voice data was not difficult.
But this voice was clearly younger, and also more—casual.
Grozam and Mefilas were also taken aback.
His reminder made them realize what was happening.
The three of them turned around slowly in the direction from which the sound came, without prior arrangement.
Then they saw it.
Outside the massive floor-to-ceiling windows of the bridge, in the deathly silence of the cosmic void.
A figure floated there silently.
That was a human being.
A black-haired youth who looked incredibly weak, showed no signs of energy fluctuations, and was dressed in casual clothes.
He hovered there so openly, outside their flagship, with a faint smile on his face, as if he had been watching the show for a long time.
The three Dark Kings were all petrified.
At this moment, the brain completely shut down.
Shock!
Outrageous!
A human being.
It just floats in the universe.
They even sat in on their highest-level Dark King meeting?!
Wait, buddy, who are you?!
Seeing their horrified expressions, Lin Yu waved to them in a friendly manner.
Then, his smile deepened, and he slowly asked, "So, what are you planning to do next?"
"Should you take me out first?"
"
The moment the words fell.
The three Dark Kings all took a step back, their faces filled with panic and horror.
This is a bit creepy. Is this some kind of ghost story?
Especially for the most perceptive aliens of Mefilas, a chilling coldness shot from the soles of their feet straight to the top of their heads.
What happened?
This guy is clearly laughing, isn't he?
Why—why can't I feel even the slightest bit of a smile?
Is it just my imagination?
No.
It's definitely not an illusion.
This guy—
He was extremely angry!
Lin Yu was so angry he almost laughed.
Damn it.
A bunch of stinking idiots.
He originally thought that once the video was released and the threat was instilled, this rabble would scatter like leaves in the wind, and he would be done with his job. He could finally go home and let Desmodem play by himself, and then he would prepare for retirement.
The results of it?
Oh wow.
Before I even left, someone was already here, enthusiastically discussing how to resurrect the Emperor Alien using the Impure World Reincarnation technique.
No, do you all like to cause trouble so much?
You insist on increasing my workload as an old comrade who is about to retire, otherwise you won't feel comfortable, right?
Row.
Sure.
Since you're so eager to work overtime, then I'll grant your wish.
Inside the bridge, the three Dark Lords exchanged horrified glances and instantly communicated through telepathy.
[Desrem: I can't beat this guy—that monster in the video.]
Grozam: Run! This guy's aura is terrifying!
[Mefilas: Split up! No matter how strong he is, there's only one of him; he can't possibly catch all three of us at the same time.]
It evokes the feeling of a group of people besieging Wudang Mountain saying that even Zhang Sanfeng couldn't kill everyone before his true energy was exhausted.
The next second, without any further words.
Three infamous Dark Lords, notorious throughout the universe, made the most decisive, yet also the most disgraceful, decision of their lives.
slip away.
huh~
Three streaks of light of different colors fled in panic in three completely opposite directions right in front of Lin Yu!
Desrem crashed directly into the flagship's bridge, transforming into a blood-red streak before vanishing instantly into the depths of the starry sea.
Grozam merged into the void, using his freezing abilities to create a temporary ice tunnel in the space, and then plunged inside.
The most intelligent of them all, Mefilas, activated some kind of ultimate life-saving technology. His body instantly disintegrated into countless particles and merged into the ripples of spatial warp, leaving no trace.
It's clear that each of the Heavenly Kings has made significant progress in the battles of this universe, possessing their own unique skills, and their secret weapons offer even more surprises!
But Lin Yu simply watched all of this silently.