Chapter 142

Become their servants, or become the first sacrifice under their blades.

Soon, some civilizations chose to refuse.

Then, all living beings in the universe saw a fleet like divine soldiers sweeping across the star systems.

The Colossus hung in the air, the fire turned into a spear and fell, burning planets to ashes.

The terror in it was hair-raising.

Countless civilizations among the stars chose to submit to the Militant Isolationist, submitting under its terrifying prestige.

The giant stepped among the stars, and the children only had to tremble and kneel on the ground to have a chance of survival.

"I'm afraid only the Catastrophe Empire can deal with him."

This thought popped into the minds of all living beings in the universe.

An ancient 22 civilization that awakened from decay and intended to return to the golden years,

a modern civilization that grew from youth and was in the golden age.

Modern strongest VS Ancient strongest.

"Will they win?! Catastrophe Empire!!!"

All living beings in the universe couldn't help but look forward to it.

However, just at this moment, the scene on the light screen changed.

Scorching electric arcs roared in the void, and under the arc light of the matter decomposition cannon, the steel fleet turned into dust.

The Militant Isolationist's fleet was attacked, and another group of gorgeously decorated battlecruisers blocked the Militant Isolationist's expansion.

【"Militant Isolationist, you are still the same, a bunch of pests that endanger the stability of the star system!"】

【"For the sake of peace, we must eliminate you."】

The angry roar sounded from among the stars.

Someone had declared war on the Militant Isolationist, but it was not the Catastrophe Empire.

"Who is it? Actually daring to declare war on the Militant Isolationist?"

"There's an expert?!"

"Not a moment of fear for the awakening of the Militant Isolationist, who is the next to arrive on the battlefield?!"

All living beings in the universe couldn't help but be curious. Apart from the Catastrophe Empire, which other civilization had the guts to declare war on the Militant Isolationist?

The scene on the light screen changed quietly, and the voice of the Catastrophe Empire's research array sounded:

【"Our sentry array has discovered something interesting."】

【"The news that the Militant Isolationist is trying to rule the stars again has not been ignored by other fallen empires."】

【"The Mysterious Observers are especially uneasy about this news."】

【"These two ancestor civilizations have been drumming up speed, although for some reason their hatred has faded slightly in the long history."】

【"However, the re-awakening of the Militant Isolationist ignited ancient hatred and inspired confrontation."】

【"The Mysterious Observers have awakened from their slumber; they will turn into Benevolent Interveners, using the entire star system as a battlefield with the Militant Isolationist, continuing the ancient duel."】

【"The War in Heaven has started again, I wonder who will win?"】

The Emperor of the Catastrophe Empire looked at the scene presented by the research array.

He saw two ancient empires awakening from silence, recoloring the faded hatred with blood.

The Militant Isolationist and their ancient nemesis, the Benevolent Interveners, constantly had conflicts, testing each other's strength.

They rubbed against each other, and also excited each other.

They were surprised that even after billions of years, the old bastard opposite was still so damn annoying.

The battle between them became increasingly tense, and finally, a large-scale battle broke out in the star system.

The stars were ignited because of this, and all things burned in the battlefield.

Both civilizations did not hesitate to swing their weapons, including those left over from ancient warehouses.

An entire star territory was destroyed by these terrifying weapons, the structure of time and space trembled, and physical laws and even mathematical laws were disrupted.

This terrifying scene made all living beings in the universe tremble and made the civilizations among the stars fear.

The battle on the light screen intensified, eventually evolving into a full-scale battle between the Militant Isolationist and the Benevolent Interveners.

Both sides sent representatives to the young species, saying that as long as they joined their side to participate in the battle, they would definitely be given generous rewards.

Conversely, if they joined the enemy side, they would face severe punishment.

They wanted to cut the universe in half, turn it into their cruel battlefield, and add color to the universe.

And the Catastrophe Empire became the intersection point of the two's struggle. They both knew that

the only contemporary civilization in the universe that could influence the War in Heaven was the Catastrophe Empire, only humanity.

The Emperor of the Catastrophe Empire looked at this scene and shook his head slightly.

【"The fallen empire still clings to the ancient rubble and refuses to let go, holding groundless fear and distrust toward the surrounding newborn civilizations."】

【"It is time to kick them off the stage of history."】

【"They will all be defeated by us."】

The scene on the light screen changed again.

The Catastrophe Empire participated in this War in Heaven.

They did not choose to become a pawn for either side; they wanted to be the chess player, sweeping these two old antiques into the dustbin of history.

"What do they want to do? How do they want to confront two ancient empires?"

Fu Xuan looked at the scene on the light screen.

She didn't expect that the Catastrophe Empire would choose to confront two awakened empires at the same time.

This meant that both awakened empires would take the Catastrophe Empire as their primary target of attack.

The scene on the light screen changed quietly.

The first to bear the attack from the Catastrophe Empire was the Benevolent Interveners.

But this attack did not come from the Catastrophe Empire itself, but from another fallen empire.

The Benevolent Interveners looked blankly at the Guardian of the Holy Land that was attacking them.

The ships of the Guardian of the Holy Land, rippling with psychic power, stood among the stars, like the punishment of a god.

【"Why do you also want to participate in this war? Isn't it better to continue to accompany the scriptures in a dark corner?"】

【"Or are you going to be the hunting dogs of the Catastrophe Empire, as their servants."】

Facing the humiliation and questioning of the Benevolent Interveners,

the Guardian of the Holy Land that attacked them lowered their heads piously and muttered:

【"We are all servants of Zaklan's chosen one."】

【"Zaklan's loyal servants now listen to the humans, They tell us who should suffer heaven's punishment!"】

They accepted the call from the stars, were baptized in ancient faith, and devoted themselves to the inevitable merit.

The sparks of the electric arc crackled, and in a trance, the glory in the eyes of the believers reappeared.

Just like hundreds of years ago, on the Sky Throne,

when they first listened to Zaklan's teachings, the sincere hope in their eyes.

And at the other end of the battlefield, standing in front of the Militant Isolationist..... was only one living being.

Psychic power surged, and that living being stood at the intersection of the Void Realm and reality, staring at the Militant Isolationists in front of him.

The commander of the Militant Isolationist looked at that legendary face and only felt his body trembling.

138. 【Sunday: The first second of eternity has just passed】

【"Biological species detection complete, determined to be 'Zro'."】

【"The danger of this species is extremely high! The danger of this species is extremely high!"】

The commander of the Militant Isolationist fleet trembled, watching this scene in front of him.

Intercepting in front of their fleet was a humanoid creature wearing a linen robe.

He stepped on the intersection of the Void Realm and reality, looking at the Militant Isolationist's fleet with a hazy smile.

The civilizations of today have forgotten his race, but the four fallen empires still remember,

remember that in the years when they were still young, in that tender dawn era of the universe,

the race that had already ascended to the throne of gods, ruling the Void Realm and reality — the Zro.

If it weren't for the protection of the Gospel Sect, not one of the civilizations of that generation of fallen empires would have survived.

And it was precisely because of the protection of the Gospel Sect that the young fallen empires witnessed the