What should I do!?
What should I do!!
(Lin An!! Lin An!!! Reply to me!!!)
The assembly hall was enormous, like an Ancient Roman amphitheater magnified ten thousand times.
It was as if even the air had solidified.
Blue Armor clenched both fists tightly. The Coercive Pressure from over a hundred top-level powerhouses surrounding him was almost enough to force him to his knees.
Faced with the Alliance's utterly cold-blooded coercion, Blue Armor could only desperately send messages to Lin An, hoping that Lin An could give him something in advance to help him get through this ordeal!
How laughable. He was a dignified Planet Destroyer, yet he didn't have a single point to his name! He had conquered civilizations of all sizes, from when he was weak until now, and had risked his life to complete over a hundred missions. But all he had was his strength and the weapon in his hand.
This was the rule! The rule that every civilization tacitly followed!
Except for the strongest, powerhouses from other civilizations could not possess any "System resources" of their own! They were like expendable goods of their civilizations, war machines! They could die, but they absolutely could not die while taking all their points with them!
Yet no matter how Blue Armor sent his messages, changing his tone from forceful to meek and finally to pleading, Lin An on the other end of the communication acted as though he were mocking him, not replying with a single word.
Perhaps Lin An had entered a dungeon and simply couldn't see his messages.
Before Blue Armor could be driven completely insane, a cold and emotionless voice crushed him utterly.
"Blue Armor, it seems the Alliance no longer exists in your eyes."
"You're afraid of death? Are the others not afraid?