Above the endless Star Sea—
Cursefont Star God tore open the sky of the Prime Law Astral Realm with one hand!
A chaotic storm poured in through the rupture.
All living beings in that world looked up, eyes wide with shock—
They simply could not imagine power capable of ripping a world apart like this.
In an instant, Cursefont Star God locked onto Frank, and onto those quasi-Empyrean Sanctum experts.
Then the imperial legions, endless as a tide, surged in.
"Wait! Please show mercy!"
"My Primeval Law Clan is willing to surrender as a whole to the Crossbridge Empire—!"
Frank's eyes were bloodshot as he let out a despairing roar.
"My Primeval Law Clan is willing to submit to the Crossbridge Empire—even if we must be slaves for all eternity!"
"Noble God General of the Empire, please give us one chance—!"
"Please, give us one chance—!"
His voice was like that of a man falling into an abyss, a powerless wail before death.
"Kneel—!"
"Everyone, kneel for me—!"
