"Star Goddess Raya?"
Hearing the self-introduction of the figure who had suddenly appeared before them, the eight alien kings exchanged glances, their faces twisting with anger. They unleashed their auras in unison, pressing their combined pressure down upon this so-called goddess.
"How dare you appear here so casually! Do you take us for fools? Do you think we can't kill you?" one of the alien kings growled.
"Of course," the Golden Dragon Lady replied with a smile, "you can't."
"Hmph! There's no such thing as an unkillable being. Let's see what makes you so confident to stand before us!" One of the kings extended his beast-like claws, aiming to strike down the divine incarnation of the Golden Dragon Lady.
"You? Kill me? Not a chance. Too weak," she said, her smile unfaltering. With a seemingly delicate hand, she pointed forward.
A brilliant purple beam shot from her fingertip, rapidly expanding into a massive energy cannon that engulfed the towering figure of the alien king.
Boom!
The king's outstretched claw was forced back onto his own chest as his entire body was slammed against the metallic wall behind him, leaving a massive dent in the shape of his back. Smoke rose from his battered form as he crumpled to the ground.
"I told you—you're not strong enough. Feeling better now?" The Golden Dragon Lady waggled her finger at the smoldering king sprawled on the floor.
"Star Goddess Raya, why are you here? To display your power? If so, you've come to the wrong place," another king said coldly. "Individually, we may not be your match, but what about all of us together?"
"You actually said that with a straight face? Ganging up on me and making it sound so righteous? Your shamelessness knows no bounds," the Golden Dragon Lady replied with a look of exaggerated surprise.
"So, you're not here to fight, are you? Star Goddess Raya, what is it you want from us?"
"To discuss the future of your species—or, more accurately, your impending extinction."
"You..." The alien kings were visibly shaken, their eyes blazing with anger as they glared at her.
"Don't give me that look. You're right; I heard everything you just discussed. My timing was merely… coincidental," the Golden Dragon Lady said, waving dismissively. "Let's talk about what you were just discussing. How can your species continue to survive?"
The eight alien kings remained silent, their gazes fixed on her. They didn't dare act rashly, unsure of the extent of her power. Besides, the fact that their private conversation had been overheard left them feeling deeply embarrassed.
"You're correct," she continued. "There's an insurmountable gap between your combined strength and humanity's. Your options are indeed limited. A fight to the death with humanity would be foolish. If you seek peace, I'm afraid that's equally impossible. This world can only sustain one intelligent species, and that's either you or humanity.
If you insist on staying in this world, humanity will stop at nothing to wipe you out. Never underestimate their determination."
"So, according to you, our only choice is to flee this world in disgrace, resuming our wandering in the void?" one of the kings scoffed, his voice dripping with resentment.
"Leaving is your best option. But you don't necessarily have to wander aimlessly. There's another path you could take," she said, extending her hand toward them. "Submit your species to me."
"Is that why you've come here? To say this?" The kings' bodies began to glow with a mix of purple and black energy, preparing for battle.
"It seems you're unwilling," she noted calmly.
"You heard everything we said. Then you must've heard me say I would rather die than submit to humanity!"
"And who told you I'm human?"
"Hah! Another being who has transcended their origin, severing ties with their own species. Typical of those who haven't even left this world yet—such primitive ideas," one of the kings sneered.
"Idiots," the Golden Dragon Lady muttered, rubbing her temples in exasperation as she watched their battle readiness escalate. "If you insist on fighting me, so be it. Anselor, come out!"
As her words fell, a small spatial rift appeared beside her. Two hands emerged, gripping the edges of the rift and forcibly tearing it open. A towering, muscular man stepped through. His sharp eyes gleamed like stars in the night sky, and his lips curled into a slight smile as he gazed at the eight alien kings.
"Take them all down, Anselor," the Golden Dragon Lady instructed casually. "But be gentle—don't kill them. They're legendary beings, and we might find some use for them later."
"You should've sent me out first," Anselor said, his voice carrying a faint tone of impatience. "Talking never solves anything. Fists are always the most effective answer."
"The Imperial Grand Marshal… Bawu Sovereign Anselor!"
The alien kings' expressions darkened instantly. Anselor had long been a prominent figure on the battlefield, clashing with them repeatedly. They were well aware of his terrifying strength.
"I knew it! There's something abnormal about you all. You're connected somehow," one of the kings muttered, his gaze growing sharper as he pieced together fragments of understanding. But lacking key information, he couldn't reach a full conclusion.
"Smart, but useless," a voice responded. Another figure appeared beside the Golden Dragon Lady—a young man with black hair and a calm smile.
"The Douglas Family Head… Martial Sovereign Gelos!" The king's face grew even grimmer upon recognizing Muria. "Who are you people, really?"
"Who are we? You'll find out after my father beats you all into submission," Muria said with a faint smile. "For now, it's pointless to negotiate. You won't agree to anything."
Anselor merely glanced at Muria briefly before throwing a punch at the eight kings. The blow, carrying the force of a falling star, encompassed all eight, its power overwhelming and domineering.
The high tower that the kings had chosen as their meeting place exploded in an instant. Metal fragments scattered in all directions, while nine streaks of light shot into the sky. There, they clashed violently, creating shockwaves that rippled across the heavens.
Anselor's one-against-eight battle created such a spectacle that it alarmed the city's alien residents. Some of the stronger ones took to the sky, intending to assist their kings.
Muria, seeing this, summoned a massive imperial avatar behind him. Its towering form exuded a pressure so immense that the entire city froze. The aliens, suspended in mid-air like insects trapped in amber, were unable to move.
"There's no need to rush. My father just reached the legendary rank. He should take some time to adjust," Muria said casually to the Golden Dragon Lady.
"Legendary strength is more than enough for this. It's well within his capabilities," she replied.
"Fair enough. The sooner this is over, the sooner we can go home. I want to check on my daughters—and, of course, my wife," Muria said, his tone lighthearted.
"And what about my eldest grandson? Don't you care about him?" she asked.
"He's grown up. Why should I worry about him? No matter how bad he's turned out, it won't be too bad," Muria replied dismissively.
"Playing favorites, are we?" she teased.
"Favoritism? I put a lot of effort into raising Aelos!" Muria protested. "I even transformed an entire subcontinent for him!"
Though, in truth, one of Muria's motives for heavily investing in Aelos was to have someone competent enough to take over his responsibilities, freeing him to relax. But this was a reason he'd never admit.
As Muria and the Golden Dragon Lady chatted nonchalantly, Anselor was steadily beating down the alien kings. One by one, they fell from the sky, blood spraying through the air.
When the first king attempted to rejoin the fight after partially recovering, Muria intervened, summoning several divine beasts to block the king's path.
"Enough," Muria said, satisfied as he watched his father strike down the last of the alien kings, their blood staining the sky. A bird-like divine beast swooped down, grabbing the fallen king and placing him before Muria.
"Muria, you shouldn't have interfered in my battle," Anselor said sternly.
"There's no need to drag this out," Muria replied. "If you want more fights, we can return home. There are plenty of newly ascended Titans you can spar with."
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