Devour: Trade the future, abstract to godhood!

It looks cool, but it actually attracts a lot of hatred!

Brolin, who had just established his authority, was very displeased.

Who is this guy? He's even better at putting on airs than I am.

However, Sanfushan, upon receiving the news, immediately recognized this as their "new commander."

But as Wei Wen said.

Three Axe Mountain has strict recruitment requirements, and there aren't many people from the Realm Within a Realm, making it the weakest of the five major forces at present.

With Wei Wen so flamboyant, how could they dare to utter a sound?

Wei Wen didn't care; they were just a bunch of cannon fodder at most the ninth rank of the stellar level.

Target Brolin directly.

“I, Wei Wen, on behalf of Sanfu Mountain, hereby declare that the treasures within the Thunder Castle belong to Sanfu Mountain.”

"Who dares to object?"

These words caused an uproar!

Arrogant!

He then revealed a playful expression, ready to watch the drama unfold.

Brolin chuckled.

The lackey beside him understood immediately and called out...

"Zi-"

"Zi-"

"Zi-"

Under the control of Babata's optical computer, the three C9-class laser guns mounted on the spaceship fired simultaneously.

Three Royal Martial Arts Corps warriors wielding C2-level laser guns were instantly vaporized.

The remaining six reacted extremely quickly, pulling the triggers to fire laser beams, but they didn't even scratch the paint off the C9-class spaceship.

Two more volleys of fire wiped out the entire group, guns and men alike.

Brolin's face still wore a mocking expression, but his pupils had shrunk to the size of pinpoints!

There are people richer than me who participate in a stellar-level assessment, and not only do they bring C-level laser guns, but they also have spaceships of C2 level or higher.

"Who exactly are you?" Brolin gritted his teeth and said, "How dare you treat my Black Dragon Mountain Empire's Imperial Martial Corps so ruthlessly? Aren't you afraid you won't be able to leave this Thunder World?"

The C9-class spaceship vanished abruptly, and Wei Wen casually flew off.

All nine C2-level laser guns have been destroyed; there is no threat here at all.

He went straight up to Brolin and looked him up and down.

If it were the Ninth Princess, he might be a little more lenient.

But the Ninth Prince?

I'm still the commander of Three Axe Mountain, and glaring at him shows my contempt for Three Axe Mountain.

They deserve it!

"Snapped!"

He was slapped so hard he was sent flying like a meteor, crashing into the square in front of Thunder Castle and kicking up a cloud of dust.

"What are you barking about, you dog? You're asking for a beating."

Chapter 44 First Encounter with a Life-or-Death Crisis! Brolin, Die!

"How dare you!"

"court death!"

"Protect His Highness the Ninth Prince!"

Various brilliant lights erupted from the Imperial Martial Corps, as they aimed to concentrate their fire and kill Wei Wen, this "bold madman."

In this regard.

Wei Wen simply released the C9-class spaceship, without even causing the slightest vibration.

"Watch out! There's—"

At the sound of Babata's piercing alarm, Wei Wen's heart skipped a beat!

Time-domain instincts activated!

"call out--"

A laser beam shot out from the dust where Brolin crashed, its speed momentarily halting upon entering the post-time realm.

—When you step into the realm of the laws of time, even light has to slow down!

Wei Wen also accelerated himself, his reaction speed increasing as he clearly saw the point of attack.

Whether it's using the Myriad Lines Stream, retracting the C9-class spaceship and then releasing it, or simply adjusting it to avoid the Star Beads, it doesn't matter.

None of them could threaten his life.

But Wei Wen was furious!

I was actually ambushed?

How could you be so careless when you already had the script?

"Swish—"

Wei Wen vanished from the spot, as if he had evaporated.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap echoed through the swirling dust, followed by a muffled thud.

"Tap, tap, tap!"

Amidst the slow footsteps, a C9-class laser gun came into view first.

The Imperial Martial Corps quickly approached to protect their Ninth Prince.

but.

The C9-level laser gun lit up, and beams of laser light plowed through the Royal Martial Corps, creating empty paths!

what's the situation?

Has His Highness gone mad?

The figure with the gun finally stepped out; it was none other than Wei Wen, who should have been "evaporated"!

100% guaranteed to win big!

Teleport to Brolin's side, who is being targeted by telekinesis, and then it's simple.

A mere second-tier stellar-level being can be annihilated with a single hand.

This C9 laser gun was captured.

That's so arrogant!

There were nine C2-level laser guns in the original work, so he instinctively thought there couldn't be any stronger ones.

That's when he finally showed up, completely uninhibited.

That gave Brolin the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

Although it ended without serious injury, it served as a wake-up call for him.

We can't rely too much on the plot anymore; this is a real world!

Seeing that Wei Wen was alright, Babata also piloted his spaceship to join the massacre.

While thinking.

When the smoke cleared, Brolin was nowhere to be seen.

Was it cut off?

Having been unilaterally slaughtered, the Imperial Martial Corps lost all will to fight and fled for their lives.

The Ninth Prince they were protecting is dead. No matter how they try to atone for their sins, they will definitely be buried with him after they get out!

It's better to just stay in this inner world and live a few more years.

They didn't go after them.

Wei Wen glanced around the square; not a single person dared to meet his gaze.

Even the small group of people from Three Axe Mountain didn't dare.

—If you kill Brolin in public, Hargrave outside will tear you to pieces.

It's best to avoid getting involved in too many relationships.

Wei Wen ignored them and casually pointed to someone.

"You, go and open up the city."

"Hahahaha-"

A hearty laugh echoed from within Thunder Castle, reverberating throughout the land.

The leaping lightning quickly disappeared, and the ancient, dilapidated castle was transformed.

A huge projection appeared; it was a kind-looking, white-bearded old man, plump and harmless.

“It’s the auxiliary intelligence of that dead world lord,” Babata muttered. “After being alone for millions of years, if it were to evolve into an intelligent life form, it would probably be quite monstrous.”

Wei Wen nodded in agreement.

This intelligent life form, Lord Mist, is indeed a perverted thing.

But it has nothing to do with him.