The crystal wall cracked open, and in the far deep space, there seemed to be a pitch-black well devouring everything, slowly taking shape like a black hole.
Just then, a beautifully designed, luxurious purple spaceship was moving away from Lasgar.
"What... what is that? Is that the royal ship?"
"Damn, the rumors are actually true!"
Countless angry voices echoed across the heavens and earth.
A figure exuding a late-level 8 aura, wearing golden attire and crowned, emerged; it was the Empire Lord from the Thunder Clan.
Its face was old, calmly saying: "Baka, you truly lived up to your roots as a street ruffian, adept at false charges. Clearly, you colluded with the demons to lure them here, yet spread rumors that it was the Mind Flayers, what's your intention? I've been generous to you, even promoted you as a Major General to stand equal with our royal family... forget it, I'll end the repercussions I created."
A terrifying lightning pillar turned Baka to ashes.
