Crack! Crack!
And the No. 2 Transport Battalion Commander truly deserved to be considered by Zhao Cheng as an existence even stronger than the Purple Moon Empire, a hegemon-class civilization. With only a single roulette wheel, facing three enemies alone, it had not been completely suppressed. It was still turning with difficulty, though cracks rang out incessantly, as if it were about to shatter.
Of course, part of the reason was that the three hegemon civilizations wanted to capture the roulette wheel rather than smash it, but Zhao Cheng was still willing to call the No. 2 Transport Battalion Commander the strongest.
At the same time, Zhao Cheng began to look forward to what came next. He remembered that, formidable as the roulette wheel appeared, it was merely an appetizer. The No. 2 Transport Battalion Commander's most terrifying move was still that blood-red finger.
That finger had condensed all the power of wisdom into a single character: "Destruction." Whenever Zhao Cheng recalled it, he could only marvel at its brilliance.
He even felt that if he possessed such mastery of divine arts right now, then even if his scale was still a hundredfold short of the Purple Moon Empire's, cutting down one Purple Moon Empire with each sword would be no dream.
That realm could be said to have grasped the character "One" within the words "the Only."
Whether it was the Purple Moon Empire or the other two hegemon-class civilizations, all of them remained quite a distance from that step.
Just as Zhao Cheng's thoughts turned, the suppressed roulette wheel suddenly began to burn. Then boundless blood-red light erupted and surged forth, dyeing even the parallel spacetime of that region crimson.
Immediately afterward, within the infinite blood-red light, an absurd and twisted world appeared. Within that world, the supreme