Chapter 8 - Only worthy of smelling my God Karl's fart!
Chapter 8: Only worthy of smelling my God Karl’s fart!
“The Devourer Fleet.”
Inside the largest flagship, a roundtable meeting occurred under the supervision of an infuriated Devourer commander.
“That elderly Morgana! She really thinks highly of herself, ordering us not to use weapons beyond nuclear!” An infuriated Devourer commander exclaimed.
Just a while ago. They received an ultimatum from Earth’s Demon Queen Morgana.
“Fighting is allowed. But you’ll all die if you dare to damage my territory!”
It’s clear she has no respect for our Devourer civilization. However, the Devourer civilization hasn’t had much significance in the universe for thousands of years compared to the Angelic or Demon civilizations. But she fails to acknowledge the current era!
Since aligning with the River Styx civilization under Death God Karl’s leadership, we’ve made significant strides and have our own great king!
A king who rivals the three generations of super soldiers, the Howling King!
They can be considered a civilization just below the top-tier ones like the Angels, Demons, River Styx, and Lietian!
That old woman, Morgana, still thinks she’s the heavenly king among the former Angelic Triumvirate?
Now, she’s nothing more than a fallen Demon Queen. What’s so impressive about that?
“Damn it! I’ll take her down if given the chance! And she expects us to call her a queen! What a joke!”
“So what can we do? Behead her? Even a fallen angel king like her, one of the former Angelic Triumvirate, someone even Keisha couldn’t handle, might be too much for us!”
“Then let my god Karl step in. I refuse to believe a fallen angel king can match my god! She’s only worthy of smelling my God Karl’s arrogance!”
“Yeah, let’s find a king for Morgana and let her enjoy herself. Hahaha~~~”
The discussion gradually became less serious. Although these Devourers appeared to respect Morgana as a top figure, they secretly plotted against each other.
“Shut your mouths!!” Exclaimed a towering figure sitting at the forefront of the roundtable, the Howling King himself.
The king of the Devourer civilization and the mightiest warrior, blessed by the death of God Karl, had evolved into a transcendent being with an intellect and physique far beyond their primitive origins. Compared to his subordinates, who focused solely on violence, the Howling King understood the need for strategy.
“Did you see the projection? The statues that appeared before, and now the appearance of the shy individual! Don’t you have any thoughts about the Foundation?”
The Howling King slammed the table, his electronic eyes flashing.
“The Foundation? That’s a joke! We can create those void projections, too. Those remnants of Dino on Earth are probably playing tricks to scare us. Do they think we Devourers are easily frightened?”
“Yeah! What a load of crap, this Foundation. They’re only worthy of smelling my god Karl’s fart!”
“When we descend upon Earth, we’ll first make that so-called Foundation lick our shoes!”
“My Lord Howling King, you’ve also seen it. That so-called Foundation is still stuck in the age of helicopters. They probably haven’t even seen a starship. What a bunch of nonsense!”
“And that so-called shy individual, it must be the work of those Dino bastards!”
The Devourer commanders present couldn’t contain their laughter anymore.
In the hierarchy of cosmic civilizations, the Devourer civilization was considered second-tier. As for Earth’s civilization, it probably didn’t even make it to the fifth or sixth tier. A feeble civilization without spacefaring capabilities, as fragile as an egg. If it weren’t for Morgana’s threat, they would have obliterated Earth with a long-range cannon!
“After all, Death God Karl only requires us to create war and harvest souls!”
“Nonsense!!!”
The Howling King suddenly became furious, resembling a formidable Gundam warrior. His alloy palm forcefully dented the tabletop, silencing the laughing commanders.
“Open your eyes and see clearly! That’s Morgana’s Demon Squad! Their combat strength rivals our Devourer Squad, and that statue wiped them out. The Foundation is not as simple as you idiots think!” The Howling King roared angrily, regretting why Karl hadn’t given him a strategist.
Their rapid rise had made them arrogant, believing that Death God Karl was invincible, considering angels and demons mere jokes.
“Sire, we’ve detected unidentified objects infiltrating our fleet!” A Devourer warrior suddenly reported.
“Damn it! Could it be the Earthlings? Impossible! A civilization that can barely boil water cannot possess starships!”
“It must be those damn Dino people playing tricks!! Let’s kill them!”
“We cannot let these bastards go!”
All the Devourer commanders were filled with righteous indignation.
“Shut up! Look carefully, you fools! It’s that elusive containment object that has landed in our fleet!”
The Howling King scolded them angrily and looked up at the sky outside the starship, where the shy individual was sitting alone, huddled on the armor.
In the vastness of space, amidst the colossal starships, it appeared tiny and lonely.
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