Mongul, Otto

Diamond Moon.

A planet composed of carbon and oxygen in a crystalline state was pushed back from space by Ba Di and used as the present-day moon.

The moon, more beautiful than ever before, has become a new favorite of humankind on Earth. The Mid-Autumn Festival in the East has become a grand event for moon viewing around the world, with spectacular activities and a festive atmosphere every year.

Now, here, on the surface of the Diamond Moon, a faint, cool fluorescence is emanating.

On the lunar surface, the first line of defense against space combat is set up: war fortresses built from stacks of particles, high-tech and cold metal, and legions composed of various Kryptonian Warrior, human super-powered warriors, and prisoners from the Phantom Zone, led by General Otto, guarding the territory of the Ba Miu Luo Di Empire.

In contrast, not far from the Diamond Moon, there is a Warworld that is no smaller than the Diamond Moon.

That was Mongul's Warworld.

Mongul is a cosmic tyrant who enjoys roaming the universe in his planet-sized mobile fortress, "Warworld," driving tens of millions of slaves to conquer alien planets and perform gladiatorial combat for him.

In the Warworld, there is a vast arena where slaves and warriors from all corners of the universe shed their blood every day, adding to the excitement of the battles in Mongul.

Mongul's power is enough to Destruction stars, allowing him to roam freely in the universe. Even if Brainiac's technologically advanced planet were to encounter Mongul's Warworld, no one would want to wage war against him, as that would only result in mutual destruction.

Moreover, both of them have their eyes on Earth.

After an initial probing of Earth, Brainiac became wary of Hera, the terminal ruler of Earth, and fled to Mars. There, he conquered and terraformed Mars in preparation for a future attack on Mars.

Meanwhile, Mongul piloted the Warworld, preparing to directly attack Earth, but was stopped by the defense legion led by General Otto on the moon, resulting in a stalemate.

That day.

In the Warworld, a large number of diverse cosmic slave warriors suddenly emerged and arrived on the moon with Mongul.

He wore a leather-like battle suit, was nearly three meters tall, and had yellow skin that was wrinkled like an old tree. His aura was crazy and brutal, and his smile was a kind of fearless and playful madness.

He left behind a large group of slave warriors in space and set foot on the moon, accompanied only by a burly-faced guard with a nonchalant air and a disdainful smirk.

"Mongul, what are you doing here?"

General Otto, his face solemn and radiating a chilling aura, emerged from the lunar command center. From all directions, the entire legion's combat power converged, artillery angles were adjusted, and fighter jets took off, beginning to target Mongul's body.

"Otto, I admire you. Become my subordinate!"

Mongul's yellow skin, wrinkled as if it had weathered many years, exuded a powerful aura left by the passage of time. He grinned maliciously, his eyes looking at Otto with an admiring gaze.

This person, who was able to defend Earth with an army five times smaller than his own, using the moon as the first line of defense, and tightly binding his Warworld around the Diamond Moon, was truly a rare military talent.

"The Ba Miu Luo Di has not surrendered!"

General Otto stood tall on the surface of the Diamond Moon, his combat cloak billowing behind him, his face resolute and fearless.

Silence reigned behind him, with the cold muzzle of a cannon and angry, hostile gazes fixed on Mongul.

Mongul's gaze grew increasingly appreciative, his mouth revealing white teeth twice the size of ordinary teeth, and his lips parted in an exaggerated smile.

"Hahahahaha..."

Mongul laughed, causing ripples on the surface of the Diamond Moon. Immense pressure and a terrifying aura emanated from his body, constantly causing General Otto's cloak to flutter.

General Otto, at this moment, was like someone facing a storm, his cloak fluttering in the wind and rain, yet his body stood tall like a pillar, his will unyielding and fearless, his cold face fixed on Mongul.

"Let's have a gladiatorial duel, Otto!"

"I'm laughing out loud," Mongul said.

"Fight my men in the arena. If you win, I can leave Earth for a hundred years and will not invade Earth for a hundred years."

"If you lose, you'll become my subordinate!"

Mongul's body was as solid as a mountain, his muscles seemingly bursting from his faux leather armor. He curled his lips into a huge smile and said.

"Your master's disappearance in the universe proves his incompetence and makes him unworthy of your loyalty!" He admired Otto for being able to stop his Warworld here.

Otto shares his love for war and battle, making him a truly insane, cruel, and tyrannical fighter.

"Unfortunately, His Majesty Ba Miu Luo Di has already returned."

Mongul, your words and actions have sealed your fate; you will perish in this starry sky.

The majesty of Ba Miu Luo Di cannot be trampled upon.

Otto's face flashed with cruelty, his eyes suddenly gleaming with ferocity. Behind him, almost everyone exuded a huge and terrifying killing intent, their red eyes staring menacingly at Mongul.

"Mongul, I promise you, I will present His Majesty Ba Miu Luo Di with the most spectacular gladiatorial combat to welcome His Majesty back."

"Hahaha... Interesting."

"I look forward to your Majesty's blood splattering at my feet!"

Undeterred, Mongul grinned, his eyes still filled with admiration and cruel savagery. He glanced at General Otto, then turned and left with his guards.

Even if the Emperor of Earth were to return, he would not be afraid. He had roamed the universe for countless years, acting with impunity. Only a handful of people could earn his respect, and none of them included this so-called Emperor of Earth Ba Miu Luo Di.

Mongul's guard turned around, his face rough and arrogant, clearly displeased with Otto's dog-like loyalty. He coughed, spat out a mouthful of phlegm, and spat it directly onto the moon, a blatant sneer on his face, before turning and following Mongul away.

Such arrogance directly provoked the anger of the legion soldiers behind General Otto, who glared angrily at Mongul and his guards as they left.

"Someone come here."

General Otto's face was cruel as he beckoned.

A soldier quickly approached him, his face flushed with rage. "General, shall we fire the cannon and kill him?"

"No."

"Use a small energy shield to preserve this phlegm and prevent nutrient loss!"

"After presenting the gladiatorial combat to His Majesty, I will make him eat it all back!"

General Otto's face was cold and cruel, his eyes flashing with savagery as he watched Mongul and the burly guard leave.

The majesty of Ba Miu Luo Di absolutely forbids anyone from showing disdain by spitting! The soldiers beside General Otto were solemn and excited, releasing a surge of indignation from their chests. Their hearts pounded wildly, their faces flushed, and they responded loudly.

"Yes! I swear on my life, I will absolutely protect it!"