344: Lu Chen's fame resounded throughout the heavens and myriad realms!

The entrance to the Abyss, on the outskirts of the "Sin Space Station."

Wang Peng stood on a temporary "Loot Distribution Platform," megaphone in hand, spittle flying everywhere.

"Line up! Everyone line up!"

"You with the tentacles! Stop pushing! If you push again, I'll dock you two Antimatter Bombs!"

"You, the smoky one! That's your 'Two-Dimensional Foil' launcher, handle it with care! Don't you dare open it in your own home!"

Below the platform.

The Abyss Lords, who were once ferocious and terrifying, were now as well-behaved as refugees receiving relief food.

The Magma Lord held a silver pistol that was only the size of a palm but emitted heart-palpitating fluctuations. Its eyes, made of molten lava, were filled with confusion.

"This... this is a weapon?"

It asked in a booming voice, "So small? Can it actually kill someone? The hammer I used to use was as large as a planet!"

"Country bumpkin."

Wang Peng rolled his eyes, looking disgusted.

"What's the damn point of being big?"

"When you swing that hammer down, at most you'll crack a planetary crust."

"This thing right here is a 'Causality Sniper Rifle'!"

"As long as you lock onto a target, no matter what dimension they're in or what kind of turtle shell they're hiding in, once you pull the trigger, it's lights out!"

"Want to try it?"

The Magma Lord was half-skeptical.

It turned around and aimed at a massive, abandoned dead star millions of kilometers away.

It pulled the trigger.

Phew—

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

There were no brilliant light effects.

In that instant, that dead star and the space surrounding it were gently wiped away, as if by an eraser.

Gone.

Vanished into thin air.

Not even a ripple of a gravitational wave was left behind.

Clang!

The Magma Lord's hand trembled, and the gun nearly fell to the ground.

Across the entire plaza, tens of thousands of powerhouses from various races gasped in unison.

Even the ambient temperature dropped several degrees because of that collective cold breath.

"This... this is a miracle! A divine miracle!"

The Void Observer was so excited that its thousands of eyes were tearing up.

"With this! Why the hell should we still be afraid of Augustus!"

Fanaticism.

An unprecedented fervor ignited in the eyes of these creatures who had been oppressed for eons.

And as for the man who bestowed this power upon them... everyone turned back to look at the figure sitting in a chair on the high platform, drinking from a thermos.

Lu Chen.

At this moment, in their eyes, he was no longer just the "Boss."

He was... the **Sovereign**... Just as the loot distribution meeting was in full swing.

Buzz—!!!

From deep within the Abyss, a wave of suffocating energy suddenly pulsed out.

Black mist billowed as a fleet so massive it blotted out the starry sky slowly emerged.

Those were no ordinary warships.

Every ship was fused from the skeletons of giant creatures and dark metal, exuding an aura of death and decay.

It was Augustus's personal guard—the [Black Death Legion].

"Audacious fools!"

A cold voice, vibrating through the laws of the universe, spread throughout the entire space station.

"How dare you gather in the Abyss to plot a rebellion!"

"By order of the Lord, execute the 'Great Purge'!"

"Kill everyone without mercy!"

Boom!

The Black Death Legion's main cannons began to charge.

Those were tens of thousands of "Dark Energy Cannons" capable of tearing through dimensions; once they fired in unison, this place would instantly turn into nothingness.

The allied forces of various races, who had been so fanatical just a moment ago, immediately lost their composure.

The fear of Augustus, etched into their very bones, made them instinctively want to flee.

"What's the panic?"

A lazy voice rang out.

It wasn't loud, yet it clearly suppressed all the noise.

Lu Chen sat on the high platform, not even lifting his head.

He blew on the steam rising from his cup, his tone as flat as if he were discussing today's weather.

"Since you're holding the guns I gave you."

"Then don't embarrass me."

"Magma."

"H-here!" The Magma Lord shuddered.

"Is your gun just a fire poker?"

Lu Chen looked up and gave him a faint, sideways glance.

"Or do you need me to personally teach you how to pull a trigger?"

The Magma Lord froze.

He looked at the small silver gun in his hand, and then at the overwhelming Black Death Legion in the distance.

A surge of hot blood suddenly rushed to his lava-filled head.

"To hell with Augustus!"

He let out a furious roar, raised the gun, and aimed it at the largest flagship, violently pulling the trigger!

"Go to... hell!!!"

At the same time.

The "Biochemical Tyrant" shouldered a portable "Dimensional Collapse Cannon."

The "Void Observer" activated the "Global Lockdown Radar."

Tens of thousands of Abyss wanderers, holding top-tier Earth Federation weaponry, were no longer deserters at this moment.

They were... **thugs**.

Boom boom boom boom—!!!

This wasn't a battle at all.

This was... a massacre.

The Black Death Legion, which had once made all beings in the Abyss tremble with fear, didn't even have time to fire.

They were submerged by overwhelming Dimensional Reduction Strikes, Causality erasures, and black hole collapses...

Like snow under a scorching sun.

Not even debris remained.

They were directly beaten into a soup of elementary particles.

One minute.

In just one minute.

The entrance to the Abyss was cleared.

"W-we won?"

The Magma Lord looked at the empty starry sky, then stared at his own hands in disbelief.

"We... wiped out the Black Death Legion?"

"In one minute?!"

Roar—!!!

In the next second, a thunderous cheer nearly blew off the dome of the space station.

Countless alien beings knelt on the ground, letting out the most devout roars toward the man on the high platform:

"Commander Lu is invincible!!"

"Long live the Earth Federation!!"

At this moment.

It wasn't just this space station.

Images of this battle, through the eyes of countless "Observers," instantly spread to every dark corner of the Multiverse.

Whether it was wandering civilizations lingering in the cracks.

Or the "Gu Kings" who were currently fighting.

Even the high and mighty Asgard.

They were all stunned by this scene.

A single name.

Began to spread like a virus through the heavens and the myriad worlds.

**Lu Chen.**

The man who strolled through the Abyss as if it were his own backyard.

The madman who handed out nukes to vagrants.

The... tyrant who dared to swing a blade at the gods... "The effect is quite good."

Lu Chen put down his thermos and looked at the group of fanatical followers below, nodding in satisfaction.

"Our reputation has been established."

"Next, there should be more 'friends' coming to join us."

He stood up, his black trench coat snapping in the void.

"Old Ye."

"Present!"

Ye Qingcang could no longer hold back, the fires of war burning fiercely in his eyes.

"Since the roadblocks have been cleared."

Lu Chen pointed toward the deepest part of the Abyss, toward that black hole that seemed to lead to the end of hell.

"Then don't stop."

"Full army, advance!"

"We're going to that 'Imperial Palace' of Augustus..."

The corners of Lu Chen's mouth curled up, revealing an extremely chilling smile.

"...to have dinner."

"Remember to tell him to wash his neck clean."

"I..."

"...am a bit of a germaphobe."