Hawks from the Land of Light are calling me a dove and an undercover agent in the chat group.

"An undercover agent?"

"Yes."

"Does Your Excellency mean that it's some kind of spy from the Land of Light who infiltrated our Dark Nebula?"

"Yes."

"Then why...don't you get rid of it?"

Snapped!

With a swift, forceful slap, the country bumpkin stumbled, terrified and trembling with fear.

"You're all talk, aren't you? You believe me when I say I'm an undercover agent? Are you stupid? With your IQ, you call yourself 'our Dark Nebula'? Did the Emperor Star people of this universe allow you to enter the Dark Nebula? You don't even have a household registration, yet you keep asking questions. Why are you spouting so much nonsense!"

Really.

Does the fact that Chaos's leader came here specifically to oversee whether the Dark Nebula is really up to something, or whether they're using a scam to recruit a bunch of scumbags, require the Labad aliens to say?

If this were to be made public, where would the Bard aliens, and all the great Dark Nebula, put their faces?

Although the Dark Nebula are not afraid of Chaos Head at all, this is an implication of the peaceful atmosphere that has continued since the Ultra Martial Arts Tournament. Should we say it out loud?

snort!

The Bard alien cursed and waved his hand dismissively, "Of course he's a member of our Dark Nebula, you idiot! Who says the Dark Nebula can't have guys who look like good people? Shut up!"

"Yes, sir." The wild dog country bumpkin was extremely respectful, as if he had received a royal decree, and happily shut his mouth.

Seeing this, the other country bumpkins looked down on this super-explosive wild dog even more than before, but they finally stopped being silent and started pushing forward one by one, wanting to get permission to enter the Dark Nebula like QU had before.

Seeing this grand occasion, all the out-of-towners felt a sense of pride, knowing they were about to enter an invincible dark organization.

From now on, with an even stronger boss above us and a protective umbrella, we can be even more reckless, hehehe!

But at the same time they were all crowding together, trying to get a way in into the dark nebula.

Unbeknownst to them, in a place seemingly far away where the QU clan had scattered, after confirming they were not being monitored by outsiders, all the QU vanished in a flash, leaving only one original entity remaining, but that was no longer a QU.

Those were none other than the Babar aliens!

"Tsk tsk tsk, with your clone technique and my disguise, it's incredibly easy to fool those out-of-town dogs."

Babar chuckled, and beside him, the invisible Baltan suddenly appeared, shaking his two large pincers and cackling, "Such trash dares to think it can join our Dark Nebula? Bah, that's hilarious! Pure stray dogs should be brutally slaughtered, ho ho ho!"

This is a trap.

The Land of Light isn't the only place engaging in false advertising; even the Dark Nebula is using this trick of luring pigs in to slaughter them!

Something like QU, once inside the base, thinks it can escape? It'll be silently wiped out the moment it comes in. We have a set of equipment developed and left behind by the wise Lord Mefilas, one of the Four Dark Kings, that isolates energy bursts from external detection. These country bumpkins from out of town have no idea that a battle has broken out inside.

Once QU is instantly killed without leaving a trace, the fake victim is sent out by Baltank Lombabar + Babar's flawless mimicry, leaving no opening and allowing the plan to lure in the next dog to kill.

Although Babar clones are completely useless and can't be used in combat, they're enough for a limited-time mimicry.

Although the new strategist of the Dark Four, the dog-bastard King Babar, was swept away by the spacetime turbulence, the outsider he had to face was not Zoffy, who had the eye to see through all the dark disguises. The ordinary Babar mimicry was enough to fool everyone and get away with it.

"However, I have a question,"

Babar scratched his head. "Why would we do something like this? These country bumpkins from out of town doing things like planetary destruction, genocide, and radical modification have nothing to do with our Dark Nebula. Anyway, it wasn't us who did it, nor did we instruct them to do it, so we don't have to take responsibility for it."

That's not how it works.

The adult Baltan, with his two large pincers outstretched, shook his head in unison, speaking righteously, "Think about it, what was the situation like in our Dark Nebula Main Universe when the Dark Four Heavenly Kings, Alien Empera, and the first generation of the Land of Light were all around?"

"Hmm..." Babar pondered for a moment, "Sustainability is booming + overall stability + endless fun?"

"Not bad!"

The adult Baltan nodded, speaking earnestly, "Think about it, back when the leaders of the Empera Empire and the Kingdom of Light were all there, although we had to outwit and outfight the people of the Kingdom of Light, if we wanted to invade, good planets were everywhere."

"But look at things now."

"These wild dogs and country bumpkins from out of town have only been here a short time, yet they've already ruined so many planets and so many good aliens here! If we let them continue to trample on us like this, even if we want to retire from our long-lost state of invading and play our long-lost game of invasion, we might not be able to find any planets or good alien races worth invading!"

"The Dark Nebula main universe has places that are worth invading, and we should take care of them ourselves. Do those wild dogs from other places even deserve to be invaded? Think about it, isn't that the truth?"

Babar suddenly realized, and punched his palm: "That seems to make sense!"

“And that’s not all,” Baltan said in a low voice. “Think about it, the high-ranking officials of the Land of Light and the Emperor’s Empire may not be here now, but they will come back one day, right?”

"Just imagine, if those two groups come back and find that the entire Dark Universe has been more prosperous during the time they were gone than it was when they were here, wouldn't that be quite a sight, hmm?"

Baltan winked and gave Babar a signal.

Rabbar's eyes widened, and his heart pounded.

That scene, that scene... wow, why does such a cool scene exist in the world!

To crush the high-ranking officials of the Land of Light and the Emperor's Empire, to show off and display divine power in front of both groups—who could refuse such an opportunity?

If he can refuse, then he must either be a member of the Bogaru clan or a wild dog from out of town!

I never thought about this before, but now that I have, this will be on my mind from now on. Damn it, this is what life is all about!

Baltan winked and said, "Got it?"

"I understand, I understand." Babar nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

He had been thinking that with both sides' top executives gone, he felt completely lost, as if the sky had fallen and there were no tall people left to stand on.

Looking back now, feeling completely lost? What was there to be afraid of!

The bold get rich, the timid starve. That's exactly the situation we want. Haven't you heard that troubled times produce heroes? Oh no, since I'm a Dark Star person, it should be that troubled times produce tyrants.

Today we're going to face the ultimate beings from outside, and these remaining Dark Aliens will surely succeed in making the main universe continue to thrive.

They will instantly kill the high-ranking officials of the Land of Light and the Emperor's Empire!

Volume 1: 529. The Angry Little Cousin Mefilas from WPS

529. Angry WPS Mefilas's Little Cousin

"Dong dong."

……

"dong dong dong"

……

"————Thump!!!!"

boom!

With a whoosh, little cousin Mefilas woke up from his sleep, slipped off his chair, landed on his bottom, and frantically looked around with panda eyes.

"Huh? What happened? What happened? Has someone invaded? Huh? Quickly muster the troops! If my cousin comes back and finds out that the Dark Nebula was invaded by people from the Land of Light, he'll definitely beat me to a pulp! Oh no, oh no! Aaaaah!"

Seeing Little Mefilas's embarrassing state, the Kemur man forcefully suppressed his laughter: "Ahem... You're overthinking it, sir. No one is invading, no one has the guts. It's just that it's time to wake you up."

"what?"

Myfilas, who had just woken up, was stunned for a while, tilting his head and thinking for several seconds, as if he had just realized what was going on.

His eyes widened immediately, and he cursed, yelling, "You Babar, couldn't you have been a little gentler when you woke me up? You scared my heart out! Do you enjoy seeing me make a fool of myself like that?"

"If there's a next time, I'll send you straight away, to monitor the black hole that seals King Bogaru, so you can be blown by the cold cosmic winds there and live a life of misery with it until the end of time!"

Holy crap, Ha!

The Kemurs immediately gasped in horror. This was truly the most terrifying punishment imaginable—to monitor that thing?

His Majesty Emperor Ampera himself created that black hole. As long as no random country bumpkin messes with it, the black hole will not have any problems even after a million, ten million, a hundred million, or even a billion years.

Being exiled there, one would truly be all alone, sitting idly until the seas dry up and the rocks crumble.

Even if something goes wrong with the black hole, the unsealed King Bogaru will definitely devour this little ant immediately, giving him no chance to escape.

This is truly the first time my little cousin Mefilas has ever used such harsh language; you can tell he's really quite agitated.

However, the Kemurs themselves also have something to say.

"My lord, your temper is so unreasonable!" the Kemur man complained speechlessly. "You told me yourself ten minutes ago that you only had ten minutes and that I had to wake you up no matter what. I tried to wake you up gently, but it didn't work. I couldn't get you up like that!"

"Hmph!" Mefilas's little cousin grumbled. He remembered that there was such a thing. "Can't you use your brain and think of a way, like letting some dream creature run into my dream to find me?"

"?"

A question mark slowly appeared on the Kemur's face. Dude, although you don't have the same level of psychic power as your older cousin, which is ranked number one below the ultimate level, the problem is that as a member of the Mefilas clan, your mental strength is not bad.

Which of the dream creatures that can be found so far wouldn't be instantly killed by your psychic automatic defense mechanism as soon as they enter your dream, and be viciously dismantled into parts?

Who would dare take on this mission?!

"Sir, are you awake?"

Hearing the Kemur's words, Mefilas's younger cousin blushed, realizing that he had said something foolish.

But it's not his fault.

The Kemurian couldn't help but say, "And sir, I am a Kemurian, not a Babarian. It's too humiliating of you to use Babar's name on me."

"Really?" Mefilas's younger cousin stared at the Kemur with panda eyes. "Then let me ask you, how long has it been since the Battle of Papetua ended and my older cousin and the others disappeared?"

"Uh... probably more than two months, maybe three months?" The Kemur calculated and immediately came to a conclusion.

Mefilas's younger cousin, with panda eyes, asked again, "Then let me ask you, who has been supporting the entire Dark Nebula during this time?"

After a moment's thought, the Kemur quickly came to a conclusion and said sincerely, "Of course it was you, Lord Chebulian, and Lord Imperialian who held on together."

However, his cousin Mefilas clearly did not agree with his conclusion and assessment, and could not agree with it at all.

"Bullshit!"

Mefilas's younger cousin waved his hand dismissively and swore, "What are the Imperial aliens? They're just militants. As the Imperial Guard General, all they've done for the past three months is stand guard and beat up those country bumpkins from out of town who dare to provoke our Dark Nebula and the Great Empire!"

"How easy is that? So far, none of his enemies have even reached the quasi-ultimate level. The strongest are at the peak of the powerful. With his own peak level of the powerful, it's just a piece of cake for him. At most, he'll just have to fight hard and struggle to win!"

"Even if we encounter a near-ultimate one later, Chaos's head is still there. We can team up for a mixed doubles attack, plus those elite models of the Musou Gods left behind by His Majesty the Emperor. At worst, we can just bring out His Majesty the Emperor's vehicle, Dark Terror, and blast the opponent to death with one shot."

"He gets all the benefits. All he does every day is fight and brawl. Damn it, if he weren't so brainless, I would have switched jobs with him and quit!"

Military generals only need to risk their lives in battle, but these two civilian generals have far too many things to worry about. Sigh.

Three months of sleepless nights.