Nuazai had sufficient reasons to believe that once any force disrupted this facade of peace, the rulers of various star system groups might truly rise up and overthrow the rule of the Martial Hero Race.
Who doesn't want to be the supreme being?
Who doesn't want to be revered as the Cosmic Emperor?
Who doesn't want to obtain the vast resources of the Northern Crown and Hercules Great Wall?
Nuazai knew he had to quickly solve the iron-based life form that had intruded into the Northern Crown and Hercules Great Wall, not giving the rulers of the star system groups the slightest chance, or else the consequences would be unimaginable.
Knowing was one thing.
Whether the iron-based life form could be dealt with was another matter.
Clearly, Nuazai temporarily had no way to resolve the situation.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have crossed over ten billion light-years to Earth for help.
"Does the heavens really want to destroy my Hercules?"
Nuazai was deep in thought.
