343: Establish a "Cosmic Alliance" to jointly fight against the "Overseers"!

On the outskirts of the Abyss, the smoke had not yet dissipated.

The wreckage of those thousands of pirate spaceship names still burned silently in the void, like a grand fireworks display illuminating this dark sector of space.

"Who else?"

Lu Chen's voice swept coldly through every inch of space via quantum broadcast.

No one dared to make a sound.

Those high-dimensional wanderers hiding behind the asteroid belt, who had originally intended to watch the spectacle, didn't even dare to breathe loudly now.

They were terrified that if their breathing was too loud, they would be judged as "trash" by that god of slaughter and be cleaned up in passing.

"Very good."

Lu Chen nodded in satisfaction.

He sat in the command chair of the spaceship name, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest.

"Since everyone has calmed down, let's talk business."

"Send the coordinates."

Lu Chen turned and spoke to heavenly craft.

"Set it at the 'Sin Space Station' at the entrance of the Abyss."

"Tell all the leaders of the forces within the Abyss that I will be holding a meeting there in half an hour."

"Those who are late..."

Lu Chen's eyes turned cold, and he made a casual cutting gesture.

"...don't bother coming."

...Half an hour later.

Sin Space Station, the massive round table conference room.

This had once been the place where the major gangs of the Abyss divided their spoils, but now it was filled with all kinds of cosmic beings.

There were Magma Lords with magma flowing through their bodies, Void Observers with thousands of compound eyes, and Biochemical Tyrants whose bodies were clouds of toxic gas.

They were all overlords struggling for survival in the Abyss.

Every single one of them had once commanded a galaxy.

But now, they were like a group of elementary school students waiting for a teacher's lecture, each sitting upright with apprehensive expressions.

*Clang!*

The door was violently pushed open.

Lu Chen walked in.

Behind him followed Ye Qingcang carrying a blade, and Wang Peng holding an abacus (which had been updated to a holographic version).

No nonsense.

Lu Chen walked straight to the head seat and sat down.

He propped his feet directly onto the conference table, his soles facing the Magma Lord's face.

"Let me introduce myself."

Lu Chen looked around, his gaze like a blade.

"I am Lu Chen."

"The person in charge of the Earth Federation."

"And your future... boss."

"Boss?"

The hot-tempered Magma Lord couldn't hold back, his magma body roiling violently. "Human! You may be strong, but you cannot insult us like this! We came here to negotiate, not to be dogs!"

"Negotiate?"

Lu Chen smiled.

He pulled out the black stone tablet from Universe No. 0001 and slammed it onto the table with a "thwack."

"It seems you still haven't grasped the situation."

"heavenly craft, show these 'big shots'."

"Show them what kind of end the 'winner' you all yearn for eventually meets."

Hum—!

A holographic projection unfolded.

The image of Universe No. 0001, covered in corpses, and the "Origin" who had withered to death on the throne, was laid bare before everyone.

Along with that desperate last testament.

"The winner... is a pig?"

"The world's Origin... is a virus?"

The leaders of the various races present turned pale (though some had no faces).

They had been slaughtering each other here for eons, all for that single "ascension" slot.

And now they were being told that it was a one-way ticket to the Slaughterhouse?

Faith collapsed.

Despair spread.

"Fake! This must be fake!"

The Void Observer shrieked, "You're just trying to demoralize us!"

"Whether it's fake or not, don't you have some idea yourselves?"

Lu Chen interrupted coldly.

"Think about how many so-called 'geniuses' have been chosen by the Abyss over these tens of thousands of years, only to disappear without a trace?"

"Think about why the Supervisors never show their faces and only let you kill each other?"

"They are raising venomous insects."

"And you are the bugs in that jar."

Lu Chen stood up, leaning forward with his hands on the table, exuding an overwhelming pressure.

"Now, there are only two paths before you."

He held up one finger.

"First, continue being dogs for Augustus, and then be eaten clean until not even a bone fragment remains."

He held up a second finger.

"Second."

"Follow me."

"We form an alliance."

"Not only will we survive, but we will also..."

Lu Chen pointed to the invisible void above.

"Fight our way up!"

"Drag those high-and-mighty Supervisors down from their altars!"

"Tell them that when bugs get desperate, they bite!"

The entire room fell silent.

Only the sound of heavy breathing echoed.

Rebel against the Supervisors?

This was something they hadn't even dared to dream of.

It was a fear etched into their genes.

"On what grounds?"

The Biochemical Tyrant's voice was hoarse. "Just you? You may be strong, but you are only a Level 5 civilization. Before the Supervisors, we are all ants."

"On what grounds?"

A wild and arrogant smile curled on Lu Chen's lips.

"On the grounds that I have 'pangu' in my hands."

"On the grounds that I am the sole Administrator."

"And even more..."

Lu Chen waved his hand abruptly.

The ceiling of the conference room became transparent.

Outside, those thousand towering "Xingtian" mechas simultaneously ignited with golden divine fire!

And in the further void, that subdued massive silver eye—"Ultimate Cleaner 001," was watching coldly.

"On the grounds that even their 'Heavenly Dao' now has the surname Lu!"

"I'm not forcing anyone."

Lu Chen sat back in his chair and lit a cigarette.

"Those who are willing to do it, sign your name. From now on, we are brothers, and we'll share the spoils."

"Those who aren't..."

He blew out a smoke ring, his gaze indifferent.

"I won't kill you."

"You can just wait here to die."

"However, don't say I didn't warn you."

"The gates of the Abyss are closed, and I've sealed the path."

"No one can take you out except for my ship."

This was an open scheme.

A blatant threat, yet also the only way to live.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Finally.

The Magma Lord was the first to stand up.

The magma on his body slowly cooled, a sign of submission.

"I'm in."

"It's death either way. I don't want to die like a pig; I want to die fighting!"

"I'm in too!"

"Count me in!"

With someone taking the lead, the rest was simple.

Fear was replaced by anger, and despair was ignited by ambition.

This group of wanderers, oppressed for eons, finally showed their fangs at this moment.

"Very good."

Looking at the electronic covenant on the table, filled with various strange names, Lu Chen nodded in satisfaction.

"From this day forward."

"The [God-Defying Alliance] is officially established."

"Wang Peng, distribute the equipment."

"Hand out those Two-Dimensional Foils and Dimensional Cannons from the warehouse."

"Since we're going to rebel."

"We might as well look the part."

Lu Chen stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the looming Dark Temple deep within the Abyss.

"Augustus."

"Your cannon fodder is gone."

"Now, they are my vanguard."

"This grand gift..."

"Can you handle it?"