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Chapter 208 Roger is also a scumbag, he's one of us!
Hua Ye's eyes widened, and a broken sob escaped his throat.

The moment the dark silver watermelon knife pierced his chest, excruciating pain exploded.

He lowered his head, trembling, and looked at his distorted face reflected on the blade.

"How can this be?"

"How could I die?"

"I'm going to be a god..."

Hua Ye's voice was completely devoid of its former arrogance and domineering manner.

Roger looked down at the dying Hua Ye with disdain in his eyes: "Even the most carefree angel will be crippled after taking a knife."

"Hua Ye, your face is really ugly."

With that, Roger drew his sword with a flourish, and the thick blood congealed into droplets in the weightless environment, hovering in mid-air.

Roger turned to face the angel fleet that was still frantically closing in and shouted, "Hua Ye is dead. If you don't want to die with him, surrender now!"

His voice was transmitted throughout the fleets via the starship's communication system.

An eerie silence fell over the battlefield.

Behind the portholes of countless warships, the Fallen Ones looked at each other in bewilderment. Some trembled as they lowered their weapons, while others stood frozen in place.

After all, Roger's feat of withstanding the main cannon fire just now completely stunned everyone, and no one dared to doubt Roger's strength as a scumbag.

Furthermore, with Hua Ye now dead, the Scum have lost their leader.

Several medium-sized warships were the first to surrender, and then more and more ships began to waver, with signals of surrender rising one after another.

But there were always a few stubborn fools, and quite a few ships still put up a defiant resistance.

The scum on those ships roared, "Don't be intimidated by him! Activate the main guns and blast him to pieces!"

"Angels can't possibly take a direct hit from a ship's main guns!"

"He can't keep going."

A dozen or so warships formed a formation, their cannons aimed at Roger, and beams of energy poured forth.

Roger sneered, and the wings on his back fully unfolded.

He charged straight ahead into the gunfire, his two dark silver watermelon knives transforming into streaks of light, slicing through the enemy ships in front of him.

Wherever it went, metal was torn apart and flames shot into the sky.

A giant mothership attempted to crush him with its hull, but Roger did not flinch and instead smashed through the ship's hull.

He rampaged through the interior, destroying the core compartments and weapon systems, before bursting out from the other side, causing the entire mothership to explode into a massive fireball behind him.

The battle lasted for a full three hours.

Countless shipwrecks floated in the starry sky, their flames turning the area a fiery red.

Roger hovered in the center of the battlefield, and all the die-hard fleets were clearly dealt with.

Without exception, they were all completely destroyed; not a single ship was able to escape.

Although the explosions couldn't compare to the two thousand explosions during the Spring Festival, it was still a small fireworks show with several hundred explosions.

This is mainly because, under Hua Ye's Heavenly Palace order, the entire Angel Civilization is not highly centralized, but rather a fragmented alliance.

Besides the original systemic reasons, there was also the fact that Hua Ye's foundation was unstable. He had only recently stabbed his father with Frostmourne, less than a thousand years ago.

The number of the Heavenly Palace's fleet alone is not large at all.

Moreover, the Angelic Civilization places greater emphasis on individual combat power rather than building large-scale fleets.

When the smoke cleared, the surrendered fleet stood in neat rows before Roger.

Roger flew to the front of the fleet and surveyed each ship: "From this day forward, the old order of the Heavenly Palace is completely over."

The surviving scum obediently stepped out of the ship and knelt on one knee, showing little resistance.

They thought to themselves: Hua Ye rebelled against his father back then, so being rebelled against by Roger isn't such a big deal.

This is considered a family heirloom craft in the Angelic Civilization. An intangible cultural heritage!
Besides, Roger was also born a scoundrel, so we're practically all on the same side. Changing the leader doesn't seem like a big deal.

At that time, those scumbags will probably continue to play music and dance.

Just then, four ships suddenly emerged from the depths of space, seemingly having discovered the battle, and headed straight for the battlefield.

The ship slammed on the brakes outside the range of its main guns, causing the hull to shake three times.

"This is the Melo Star patrol team. What is your background?"

What just happened here?

The patrol team's voice came through the communicator, carrying a stiff, businesslike tone.

The surrendered scum all turned their gaze to Roger, awaiting instructions from their new leader.

Roger raised an eyebrow slightly and calmly answered the communication: "We are the Tiangong fleet. We have just wiped out the anti-angel civilization forces led by Hua Ye."

"Melo Star is nearby. Can we stop and rest for a while?"

The patrol team was silent for a moment before replying, "We need to consult our superiors. Please wait a moment."

While waiting, Roger began to gather the surrendered scum.

He reorganized the fleet's order, collected usable shipwrecks, and treated the wounded Skyfall.

Soon, a smaller fleet flew in from a distance.

A small vessel broke away from the fleet and slowly approached.

Once the ship was docked, the hatch opened, and a female angel with long, pale blonde hair stepped out.

She wore magnificent silver armor, adorned with shimmering gold patterns, and was followed by several equally well-equipped angels.

“My name is Keisha, and I am the only daughter of the Lord of Merlo.”

Keisha's voice was clear as she scanned her surroundings before finally settling on Roger.

"who are you?"

"Could you tell me in detail what happened here?"

Roger nodded slightly: "I come from the Heavenly Palace. I just killed Hua Ye and his cronies."

"Now I need a place to rest, and I hope that the planet Melo can provide assistance."

Keisha was suddenly jolted.

Hua Ye is dead?

She had heard of Hua Ye since she was a toddler, so how could she not be shocked when someone suddenly said that this old devil had been killed?

Although Hua Ye has only ruled for a thousand years, for Keisha, it has been from the moment she was born that Hua Ye has been ruling the Angel Civilization.

This is because, within the celestial order, the lifespan of female angels is limited to within a thousand years.

Keisha, who has not yet been crowned, is indeed considered one of the younger generation among the angels.

Keisha stared at Roger, her eyes filled with wariness.

After a moment, she said, "I can grant your request, but you must abide by the rules of Merlo."

Keisha appeared calm on the surface, but she was secretly plotting something.

Rather than letting Roger and his men roam the stars, potentially launching a surprise attack on Melos at any moment, it would be better to lure them directly into our own territory.

Melo Star has ample defenses. Even if the enemy has any intentions, they have just experienced a major battle and have few ships left, so they can't cause much trouble.

They, from Planet Melo, have the strength to control the situation.

Roger's lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile: "Miss Keisha, rest assured, we mean no harm."

"I believe that during our rest and recuperation period on Planet Melo, we will be able to establish a good cooperative relationship."

(End of this chapter)