Ultraman: Invincible from Saving Tiga.

Chapter 670 Colleagues Backstab, Beat Up the Former Boss, But We're the Good Guys

"what is that?!"

Beria's pupils contracted sharply.

He sensed a violent energy from that light that was powerful enough to shatter dimensions.

next moment.

There was no deafening roar, only deathly silence.

Tens of thousands of pinkish-purple energy torrents were simultaneously unleashed from the cannon.

Instead of hitting their target directly, they intertwined and cut through the void, instantly shattering the space around Arc Belial into a fragmented prison formed by spatial faults.

"Nani?"

Belial was horrified; he could feel his connection to the universe being forcibly severed.

This is not over yet.

In the instant the space was cut, all the pink and purple torrents seemed to have found their only outlet, changed direction, and transformed into a massive beam of light that could destroy the heavens and the earth, blasting fiercely towards Arc Belial, who was trapped in the center of the cage.

"Do not--!!!"

Arc Belial let out a horrified roar.

He didn't understand.

He really couldn't understand it!
why?
Why are my subordinates working for someone else?

Why is my army firing at me?
Who exactly is this "that person" they're talking about?

What is happening in this world?
boom--!
A massive pinkish-purple energy beam completely engulfed Arc Belial's figure.

Space is wailing, dimensions are collapsing.

In that extreme destructive energy, Arc Belial felt his body and his soul being disintegrated inch by inch.

His last thought was to remain.

I... I think I've been bullied.

Moreover, it was a terrible, utter defeat...

Filled with endless frustration and resentment, Arc Belial's figure, along with the severed space, was swept into the raging spacetime rift and vanished completely.

……

The battle is over.

It happened so fast it caught everyone off guard.

In the Monster Graveyard, the Dark Five Kings stared blankly at the gradually healing spatial rift, speechless for a long time.

They considered many possibilities and were even prepared to sacrifice one or two people.

As long as it's not me who dies, that's fine. After all, they're not blood brothers and have no feelings for each other at all.

But they never expected that the Emperor Beria, who once filled them with despair and whom they could only look up to, would actually... not even withstand a single volley of fire in the face of the current empire.

It managed to hold on, but the surrounding space couldn't hold on. I guess it's been banished to the edge of space. What a tragic ending.

Of course, the immense power of these attacks has caused the spaceships that fired the D4 beams to self-destruct, but an attack of this scale, one for one, is essentially a trade of production capacity for lives, so it's a win-win situation no matter how you look at it.

Is this... the power of that person?
Is this... the newly formed Galactic Empire?
A deep sense of awe and...fortunateness welled up in the hearts of all five.

Fortunately, we surrendered quickly.

(Actually, it wasn't fast. Back then, they tried to resurrect Belial in the Monster Graveyard, but they were caught by the Imperial Army. Tens of thousands of Imperial mechs rushed up and self-destructed on the spot, and then a group of Darklops Zeros rushed over and gave them a good beating.)
This is such a novel fighting style, who could withstand being hugged and self-destructed like that!
It hurts, it hurts too much.

Even the fact that the Mefilas aliens had once apologized to Lin Yu for appointing several imperial officials referred to this group of cosmic villains.

Just then, the figure of the Imperial Butler, Mefilas, appeared silently in front of them.

"Greetings, Lord Mefilas."

The five men were startled and immediately knelt on one knee, adopting the most respectful posture imaginable.

"Get up."

Mefilas's voice remained as calm as ever.

"You did a good job this time. That person is very satisfied with your performance."

"It is our honor to share your burdens!" Slan immediately pledged his loyalty.

"Since you have already proven your loyalty through your actions,"

Mefilas changed the subject, "Then, the Empire will naturally not be stingy with rewards." He stretched out his hand, and five soft rays of light flew from his fingertips, entering the bodies of the five people respectively.

The Dark Five Kings felt a lightness in their bodies as the terrifying energy that had been hanging over their heads, as if it could explode at any moment, vanished.

It was a D4 bomb implanted in their bodies.

It has been removed.

All five of them simultaneously revealed expressions of ecstatic joy.

"Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir."

"From this day forward, we will dedicate ourselves to the empire and to that great man, even unto death."

They shouted from the bottom of their hearts, their loyalty at this moment more real than ever before.

"Work hard and improve every day."

Mefilas patted Slan on the shoulder, left a meaningful remark, and then his figure slowly disappeared.

Only the Dark Five Kings remained, savoring the joy of surviving the ordeal.

"Great, finally... finally I don't have to live in fear anymore." The Flame Deslog let out a long sigh of relief.

"yes,"

Gro Jian was still shaken. "I thought we were going to die here today."

The crowd was abuzz with discussion, marveling at the new empire's power and benevolence.

However, amidst this "harmonious" atmosphere, Hipporito Shatar looked in the direction where Belial had disappeared, a complex mix of emotions and nostalgia flashing in his eyes.

"What a pity... Lord Belial..."

He murmured unconsciously, "Once, I thought I could follow him and together achieve the great feat of conquering all the universes..."

His voice was small.

But none of those present were weak.

As soon as he finished speaking, the other four people, who had been chatting and laughing, froze instantly.

The air seemed to freeze.

Slan slowly, very slowly, turned his head and looked at Shatar with the eyes of someone looking at a dead man.

"Shatar, what...did you just say?"

Gross, Deslog, and Veronias also surrounded them, their eyes flashing with hostility.

“So you’ve been pulled out, traitor,” Veronius sneered.

Shatar's expression changed, and he realized that he had misspoke. He quickly stepped back and looked at his companion in horror.

"You...what do you want to do?"

"Have you truly forgotten? Forgotten our original dream! Our ambition to conquer the entire multiverse!"

He tried to awaken the "evil" in his companions' hearts.

However, he was met with Slana's cold and indifferent voice.

"Hmph, how naive you are, Shatar."

Slan raised his lightsaber, the tip pointing directly at Shatar's brow.

"What's the difference between conquering and protecting the universe for good and peace, and conquering the universe for destruction and annihilation?"

"The result is the same."

"You're such a jerk, all you know is low-level aggression. You're out of touch with the times."

"Give me... die!"

"Do not--!"

With a final, desperate scream from Shatar, four fatal attacks landed on him simultaneously.

Of the former five kings of darkness, only four remain today.

There are now five of the Four Heavenly Kings; that finally makes sense.

After doing all this, Slan and the other three remained expressionless.

Although we colleagues betray and scheme against each other, violently assault our former boss, and are wicked, vicious, and ruthless, we are still peace-loving cosmic villains! (Confirmed)
(End of this chapter)