Becoming Brothers

Original Universe.

As gray gradually covered an entire river system.

A massive interstellar fleet hovered at the edge of this vast galaxy.

Inside the fleet's flagship.

One by one, the Three-Eyed Race watched helplessly as billions of lives perished, including even their affiliated civilizations.

Among the Three-Eyed Race people, one of Three-Eyed Race couldn't help but ask their leader.

"Your Highness, is our clan destined to submit to such a Slaughter tyrant?"

Upon hearing this, the leader immediately rebuked him sternly.

"Shut up, Flannord! How dare you question the Gray Throne!"

"Furthermore, submitting to the Gray Throne is a decision made by the Emperor and the princes. You don't need to overthink it; just focus on your own tasks."

"If you're dissatisfied, then go and carry out the mission. In this vast universe, there are still many civilizations that need to be banished."

"But..."

"No buts."

"The glory of our Three-Eyed Race is all tied to this Emperor!"

Besides the Three-Eyed Race's interstellar fleet, several other powerful cosmic forces are also guarding the perimeter of this galaxy that is about to be lost.

Among them is Transcendent Being civilization, where one person is equivalent to an entire starship.

There is a civilization of colossal cosmic behemoths.

There are trillions upon trillions of intelligent mechanical civilizations.

There are... etc.

That Exile Starfield where the Blue Star Civilization once existed.

The vast, empty starry sky was once again filled with people.

The first civilization to arrive here has already begun resisting the invasion of other civilizations.

The interior of Super Sun.

The sleeping Sun God Bird suddenly awoke and looked beyond the Exile Starfield.

"I felt the lives of many of my people being lost..."

He then looked at the twelve black Stars within the Exile Starfield.

"Sigh, those Star Witch are such dimwits, they don't know..."

"Our Supreme ruler has fallen in battle. We, his surviving clan, have no choice but to submit in order to survive."

"Even their lives were preserved in this way."

He shook his head and continued to sleep.

"I wonder what the scenery is like now."

Bergmonman Giant Starfield.

When the female Giant returned to the Royal Court of the Lord of Giant with the decree of the goddess Annatania.

Bergmon fell into a long silence.

He was not unaware of the consequences of having his cake and eating it too.

As the ruler of an empire, his thinking was clearly more shrewd and less likable.

However, the war between the Star Saint of Judgment and the Six Great Star Saint was not yet over, and He dared not make a hasty decision.

This is a matter of life and death; we cannot be careless.

Then.

Just as he was preparing his explanation to persuade the Giant to make another trip to Paradise Mountain.

The sudden rain of blood that fell across the entire Astral Realm instantly erased any thoughts that had been forming in his mind.

"He fought six opponents alone and still managed to kill Shadow Trace Star Saint. Moreover, the battle is still ongoing, and the White Gold Sun on the Weird Sea Battlefield is even more brilliant and dazzling!"

"It seems that Judgment Star Saint Uriel is the ultimate winner."

He thought for only a moment, then spoke to his daughter.

"Quickly, Miloilai, go to Paradise Mountain again and tell Her Majesty the Great and Noble Annatania that the Giant Star Domain is willing to submit to the glory of Paradise Mountain!"

"Yes, Father."

Miloilai was clearly also shocked by the Astral Realm phenomenon, and at this moment, she did not object to her father's decision.

"No, no. I have to go there myself!"

Bergmon slapped his forehead.

The goddess's words implied that he should personally visit her.

He decided to follow the good advice.

"By the way, Miloilai, wasn't that Titan Giants Ashumis heavily relied upon by Queen Annatania?"

"Yes, Father."

"Before I go to visit Her Majesty the Queen, you should go to him first and tell him that I, Bergmon, wish to become sworn brothers with him!"

"Uh, Father, didn't you say you were going to take him in as your godson? What happened now...?"

Miloilai found it hard to understand.

"This is for Her Annatania, my daughter."

"Ashumis just wanted to become her godmother, and I immediately became sworn brothers with him. That would be lowering myself to his level."

"I understand, Father."

Miloilai suddenly realized.

On the Weird Sea Battlefield of the Astral Realm of Deception.

Since the death of Shadow Trace Star Saint, the morale of the Star Saint has plummeted.

The five Star Saint could no longer be evenly matched with Jiang Yuu.

No matter how solid the Bedrock Great Wall is, or how sharp the River of Thorns is, it cannot stop the ever-growing sword light.

The radiant Fourteen-Winged Angel Monarch stood beneath the White Gold Sun, displaying his will and exuding his majesty.