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Chapter 482 Awaken, Lord...

Jormungandr and Zichen were trembling with fear.

Zichen's flagship was completely swallowed up.

Zichen was quite alert and ran very fast to find a seat on the Jormungandr.

"My goodness, you scared the hell out of me!" Zi Chen disregarded his pride as a Domain Lord and clung tightly to Jormungandr.

"What are you doing? Let go of me!" Jormungandr tried to pull Zichen off him, but failed and accidentally broke several of his own vines in the process, feeling extremely distressed.

Those who can survive and advance to the Domain Lord are either exceptionally talented, incredibly lucky, or extremely adept at surviving.

Zichen belongs to the latter category.

His countless experiences of escaping death told him that sticking close to Jormungandr might offer a glimmer of hope.

Jormungandr was furious: "Who's the Domain Lord here, you or me?! Can't you show some Domain Lord aura?!"

"I can't take a single bit."

"What use are you? At least think of a solution. What exactly is this ball of energy?"

"I don't know, but I feel that its energy form is very similar to [an ineffable existence]."

Jormungandr shuddered, feeling utterly terrified.

That thing could destroy a galaxy cluster in the blink of an eye.

Even a Domain Lord would flee far away if he encountered it.

Why am I so unlucky to have this idea? Why did I have to run into it again?!
Huh?
I ran into them again...

Jormungandr was taken aback. Where had he seen it before?

Yes, it's in a primordial black hole!

A glimmer of hope flashed through Jormungandr's mind, and his eyes brightened.

The dark energy, like a silent grim reaper, surged in wave after wave, threatening to engulf the Jormungandr. Zichen immediately released a protective shield around it.

The golden protective shield shone brightly in the darkness.

Zichen grabbed Jormungandr by the neck and said anxiously, "This is my ultimate move. It can stabilize spacetime and dimensions and last for a month. You need to think of something quickly!"

Jormungandr rolled his eyes and gestured for Zichen to look behind him.

Black energy condensed into a long spear, its tip striking the golden protective shield. Where it touched, the gold dimmed at a visible speed.

Zichen's vision went black again and again.

God wants to kill me.

This damn trait is probably something that can't be explicitly stated!

"Oh no, let me correct you, I can only last half an hour at most."

Jormungandr told Zichen to let go of him: "Don't panic, I have a plan."

Zichen relaxed slightly, still somewhat skeptical, and saw that the vines of Jormungandr had formed eight large trumpets, huddled in a safe corner, looking rather forlorn.

Then, with all his might, Jormungandr proclaimed with great emotion, "Oh, my dear, beloved Mother, the dust of the universe is the ashes of my longing for you, and the shining stars are the traces of my following in your footsteps. You are powerful and compassionate, and the entire universe shines for you. Without you, the days are like an eternal night!"

Zichen rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was seeing things. Why did the black energy seem to pause for a moment, even tremble, as if it were filled with disgust?
The next second, the black energy surged up again, engulfing the Jormungandr until only two hibernation pods remained before it departed.

Zichen and Jormungandr each had a hibernation pod, huddled together inside.

Zichen hugged himself tightly, deeply moved: "Jormungandr, your mother did love you, but not much."

Jormungandr thought he must be out of his mind. Hearing Zichen's words, he was not angry at all, but rather felt very touched.

That's wonderful, Mom still remembers her big son.

In star systems further away from Earth, Lafarge and Ling were the first to sense the terrifying power of this dark energy.

The Star Alliance Council's forces were as fragile as paper before the black energy, utterly vulnerable. Lafarge and Ling, the only two Domain Lords, barely managed to maintain a small territory.

The spiritual light band rolled up like a ball of yarn, but even so, the surging black energy followed closely, further squeezing its living space.

Ling's uneasy premonition grew stronger: "This is an [unspeakable existence], and only the Staff of God can wield it!"

The solar system is so remote, which deity would come here?

Is it the new God-Kingdom's God-Emperor, or the old God-Emperordom's God-Emperor?
Regardless of which one, a place that warrants the appearance of a deity and the use of the divine scepter is definitely not as simple as it appears on the surface!
In that brief second, Ling thought of many things.

Do the Domain Lords of the New Divine Kingdom know about this? Could they be being used as pawns?

What about Lafarge? Was he tricked, or did he get caught in the trap?

Ling looked intently at Lafarge.

Lafarge's condition wasn't much better than his.

Lafarge is a giant umbrella race.

He was born on a gaseous planet.

On that planet, life is born in the sky, and is already thirty stories tall when it is born.

There are many creatures that are even taller than the Himalayas.

Lafarge could no longer maintain her human form; the deep purple, umbrella-shaped creature, resembling a jellyfish, was now tainted with a great deal of black energy.

It writhed in agony in the star field, howling silently.

This feeling of weakness and impending death reminded Lafarge of a long, long time ago.

His planet is about to be designated a slave planet by the fleet sent by the Star Alliance.

The creatures on their home planet rely solely on instinct to survive and have no understanding of the Covenant's meaning.

Lafarge is the only intelligent being on the planet. He is lonely and was once overjoyed by the arrival of the Covenant expedition.

Instead of friendly exchanges, what awaited them was destruction.

Under the Covenant fleet's firepower, Lafarge, once so vulnerable, was now utterly helpless. Its umbrella-like structure, stretching over a hundred kilometers, was riddled with holes, as if gnawed by insects.

Lafarge knew he was going to die when the Covenant fired the last annihilation particle cannon at him.

This is the crushing and contempt of a higher civilization over a lower civilization.

The Covenant expedition has set its sights on Lafarge's homeworld, so all life on the homeworld, including Lafarge, must die.

A tremendous amount of energy exploded from Lafarge's body, tearing the enormous umbrella-shaped structure into countless thin strips that floated in the vacuum like willow catkins.

Lafarge's consciousness gradually faded. He saw his spirit being devoured by dark energy into a thin thread, and he also saw himself as a flame being burned by dark fire.

Am I still going to die?

Lafarge's consciousness contracted rapidly, just as it had been when he was born, returning to a warm, fingernail-sized bead.

Carbon-based humans are born from their mother's womb, but he was born from a small round bead.

In the final moments before he was about to fall into darkness, he suddenly felt a destructive pressure coming from a higher dimension.

This sense of awe, which seems to have existed since the birth of the universe, is so familiar.

Lafarge struggled to open his eyes.

is it you?
My great, powerful benefactor, who is willing to be loyal to you in everything!

……

At the same time, Li Dawei on Blue Star suddenly stood up, his expression excited, and ran towards Tianchi Base like a madman.

Awaken, my Lord!

Almost simultaneously, the Arbiter, like a sharp sword, pierced through that thin membrane and descended upon Earth at near the speed of light!
(End of this chapter)