Chapter 588: First Meeting with Emperor Sith

As Ye Nan and Clark approached the spaceship at high speed, the premonition of danger grew increasingly intense.

"Looks like they really intend to attack us. I wonder if it's the main cannon or something else," Superman Clark said with a light laugh. They knew very well how fast they were; beyond a certain distance, so-called attacks were nothing but a joke. Their own speed allowed them to dodge everything, unless it was an indiscriminate area-of-effect attack.

The reason they slowed down was not only to avoid exposing their full strength but also to create distance and guard against any potential attacks.

"It should be the secondary cannons," Ye Nan said nonchalantly. He had already sensed energy reactions on three of the secondary cannons.

"I thought it was the main cannon," Clark chuckled, his expression showing a hint of disdain. "Why don't we play with them in a Z-pattern? Giving them a little hope, only to lead them from hope to despair—that is the greatest pleasure."

Upon hearing this, Ye Nan studied Clark carefully, as if the Clark before him were not the Clark he knew.

"What's wrong?" Clark felt uncomfortable as he noticed Ye Nan looking at him with a strange gaze.

"Nothing." Ye Nan shook his head and said, "Let's move in a Z-pattern."

After speaking, Ye Nan thought to himself: *What is going on? When did Clark become so dark? *

Superman Clark, even with false memories, was fundamentally the same Clark as before. Moreover, neither his fabricated memories nor his original self contained any element of evil.

"Wait, that's not right." Ye Nan suddenly recalled what Lex had done in the past. Lex had once cloned a Superman, but that Superman began to show facial alienation, severe violent tendencies, and a plummeting IQ shortly after.

"Could the side effects of the cloning be appearing?" Ye Nan immediately fell into a state of anxiety. If Clark were suffering from cloning side effects, Ye Nan truly wouldn't know what to do. With strength comparable to Superman, his only options for dealing with Clark—short of using his trump card—would be to banish him.

The trump card was a backup measure intended for use against Unicron after encountering him; it would be a real pity to waste it on Superman Clark.

"It seems I can only choose banishment. I hope Clark doesn't have cloning side effects." Ye Nan shook his head. Having obtained Superman's genes, he had planned to build an army of superheroes. If Superman Clark's cloning side effects were to manifest, he would really have to reconsider this plan. He didn't want to painstakingly clone an army of Supermen only for them to turn around and cause him trouble.

While Ye Nan was thinking about Superman Clark, many cannons suddenly emerged on the space battleship. These cannons adjusted their angles one after another, aiming at Ye Nan and Clark.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Thousands of cannons fired simultaneously, a sky-covering barrage of blue light. In the blink of an eye, it created an effect like a downpour—a torrential rain.

"These are... electromagnetic cannons." Ye Nan sneered, his figure flashing rapidly to dodge the incoming artillery fire.

Although the barrage looked dense on the surface, to Ye Nan, there were vast gaps; after all, compared to the space battleship, he was infinitely small.

Weaving through the artillery fire, watching the blue light streak past him, a feeling of a meteor shower suddenly arose in Ye Nan's heart.

Boom!

A violent beam of blue light shot out from the space battleship, engulfing Ye Nan completely, while two other beams landed squarely on Superman Clark, knocking him back.

"Why did I get two?" Superman let out a miserable cry, his voice fading into the distance.

"It should be a success." An operator looked at the screen and listened to the sound, unable to help but wipe away some sweat.

He absolutely believed in the power of the battleship's secondary cannons, but what was that sound just now? To be able to make a sound under the impact of a super particle cannon—he seemed to have an ominous feeling.

"Is the threat the Emperor spoke of really this terrifying?" The commander also revealed a trace of terror at this moment.

He had heard of how strong the Empire's Jedi Knights were, but he was 100% certain that if the Empire's Jedi Knights were hit by two secondary cannons, they couldn't possibly let out such a miserable cry, because Jedi Knights would perish the instant they were hit.

Bang!

"Descent 1994, Chapter 600: First Meeting with Emperor Sith." Ye Nan punched open the battleship's hatch and stormed in, letting the fierce gale suck away some trash and debris.

"Alarm! Alarm, intruders detected!"

A piercing alarm sounded abruptly. The clone army inside the battleship moved into action, laser guns firing at Ye Nan as if they didn't care about their lives, making a series of *bang-bang* sounds.

"Can't you guys put some effort into it? It feels like a tickle." Although the laser fire riddled his clothes with holes, Ye Nan felt nothing at all. To him, these lasers didn't even count as a tickle.

Ye Nan walked through the hail of bullets, pushing forward against the laser fire, ignoring all obstacles, and advancing continuously.

He reached out, grabbed a clone who had become dazed because he had walked right up to them, twisted its head off, and threw it away.

"If you don't want to end up like this guy, get out of here immediately."

Ye Nan sneered and looked around, discovering that not a single clone was leaving, and not even one was trembling. "Looks like they are all clones. I originally wanted to grab someone to take me to the console, but now it seems there's no need for you to stay."

His figure flashed like a beam of light, passing by everyone. In the blink of an eye, Ye Nan returned to his original position, so fast that people couldn't help but ask themselves if they had just seen things.

All attacks stopped. The clones all stood rooted to the spot, maintaining a stiff posture. When Ye Nan walked past them with ease, their heads finally fell from their necks.

Walking along the way, heads kept dropping; before long, the floor was already a river of blood.

Turning a corner, everywhere Ye Nan went was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Throughout the entire space battleship, except for some natural-born humans willing to submit, all other clones were dead.

There was no helping it; clones didn't know how to submit. Leaving them here would only be a hindrance; it was better to kill them all—it was more refreshing.

Before long, guided by a traitor, Ye Nan arrived at the control room.

"You've finally come." The commander turned around to face Ye Nan, without the slightest nervousness.

Originally, when Ye Nan appeared inside the space battleship, he had been very afraid, but when he truly faced Ye Nan, he became calm instead.

"As expected of the person His Majesty predicted. I admit, I underestimated you."

The commander sighed. He regretted it in his heart—regretted that he had only used the secondary cannons instead of the main cannon. If he had used the main cannon, perhaps he could have blasted this man before him to death with one shot.

"Emperor Sith?" Hearing the commander's words, Ye Nan was in no rush to kill him. "Tell me everything you know, and I might consider sparing you."

"Spare me? Do you think I would need you to spare me?" The commander shook his head. "You are too naive. Even in death, I will not betray Emperor Sith."

"I would believe others if they said this, but you..." Ye Nan ruthlessly exposed the commander's lie. "If you truly didn't want to betray Emperor Sith, you wouldn't have mentioned Emperor Sith's prophecy the moment I came in. You are merely trying to pique my interest so you can negotiate terms with me."

"But I am pressed for time and don't want to talk so much with you. I'll only give you one choice."

"Speak, tell me everything you know."

"Why can't I choose not to speak?" The commander sneered in rebuttal. He admitted that Ye Nan had hit the nail on the head regarding his intentions, but that only made him more annoyed.

He was the commander of a battleship and held a high position within the Galactic Empire. Proud by nature, it was impossible for him to be subservient. Being able to be subservient now was already quite remarkable, and since Ye Nan still wanted to suppress his pride further, he would rather die than comply.

"Any rational person couldn't possibly let go of intelligence involving themselves. Hmph, arrogant. Let's see how arrogant you can be."

"You seem very confident that I will take the bait you've thrown out." Ye Nan said lazily, "But I happen to not want to know what you want to say anymore. So, please go die."

"You try..."

Before the commander's words could finish, they stopped. It wasn't that he paused on purpose, but that his voice came to an abrupt end.

Ye Nan returned to his original spot, blood still flowing on his hands. He looked coldly at the commander who had lost his heart and said, "If it were just a moment ago, I would have been very interested in your words, but not now. Come out, Emperor Sith."

"You are very strong." Emperor Sith's figure suddenly appeared before Ye Nan. He had the appearance of an old man, wearing a black robe, his head seemingly tilted to one side.

"In my prophecy, you shouldn't have been this powerful."

"Oh, what was your prophecy about me?" Ye Nan asked curiously. "Is it about what I will do in the future?"

"My power is insufficient; I only obtained some hints. True destiny is not something I can foresee." Emperor Sith shook his head. His already tilted head swayed left and right like a ball about to fall off, making one fear that he might accidentally shake his own head off.

"In my prophecy, you are a very ambitious person whose army swept across the entire galaxy. But the current you doesn't seem to match my prophecy. May I ask, is your name Ye Nan?" (To be continued.)