Chapter 716: Chapter 373: The Mont of Rebellion, Has Co!
“Doomsday Judgnt…” Prince Costat’s face turned ashen, his pupils reflecting the black giant cannon, giving him a faint sense of familiarity.
Yet magnified tenfold, along with its surface covered in golden cracks, many of the cannon’s details had changed.
This prevented him from realizing imdiately that it was the sa giant cannon that had gone missing from the Empire Station.
“Azure Dragon is actually a Divine Craftsman…” He felt stunned and bewildered, yet also sensed an air of inevitability, a feeling both surprising and reasonable.
If he weren’t a Divine Craftsman, how could he dare to launch a true assault on the Empire Base, risking everything by sending his own pupil to participate in the assessnt?
There must be so fallback asure for him to act so boldly.
The power unleashed by this cannon is imasurable. Considering maximum lethality, its target would certainly be the Empire Base.
It’s royal property and territory; Costat naturally had no desire to pay for Ryan’s impulsive actions.
At the sa ti, one of his thoughts beca completely resolute—Azure Dragon would have significant future value.
A barely discernible spiritual ripple spread outward.
“Ryan, this has already escalated far enough. Must you push it to an irreparable point before you’re willing to stop?”
Ryan’s gaze returned from the giant cannon, his heart heavy with tension. At this level, nothing was simple anymore; the threats and destruction at play were far beyond that of a Casting Star chanic.
Still, despite the gravity of the situation, this remained royal territory; no matter how big of a ss was caused, the royal family would always clean it up in the end.
“Just a Divine Craftsman. Even if he showed up in person, I wouldn’t fear him, much less this cannon.” He showed no hesitation.
Prince Costat’s face turned frighteningly dark.
Standing beside him, Polk’s eyes flickered. The way events were unfolding had exceeded his expectations, but ultimately, everything returned to its designated track.
Diwusi and the others had already noticed the hidden spiritual ripple in the air.
Prince Costat still had to protect the Empire’s dignity and couldn’t openly tear into Prince Ryan under such circumstances.
“How did a Divine Craftsman suddenly surface out of nowhere?” Diwusi looked up at the massive cannon above the Heavenly Vault, his brows furrowed deeply:
“Though it tore through space, it wasn’t transmitted from elsewhere; the dinsional barriers didn’t react. It’s as if the cannon was always there to begin with.”
“How did he even manage that?”
Diwusi was utterly perplexed.
“Crow, is this Azure Dragon connected to your group?” Diwusi asked with intent.
“Us?” Crow frowned. “If he were one of ours, I’d know for sure.”
Diwusi gave no definitive response.
Crow understood the implication, muttering under his breath.
The Star Cluster Republic Alliance was rely a union of multiple Star Cluster Level civilizations, ford spontaneously to resist the pressures of the Empire and Federation.
Mutual secrecy abounded, making complete transparency an impossibility.
He was also wondering if this figure had erged from so major star cluster.
The terrifying glow at the mouth of the black cannon flickered unpredictably, appearing highly unstable. This caused the mass of life forms below to surge with panic, constantly retreating.
Yet, due to the density of those gathered in the area, a complete evacuation seed impossible within a short ti.
“A Divine Craftsman…” Robbin’s face reddened as he clenched his fists tightly, exhaling slowly.
“You may evade for now, but you cannot escape forever.” A voice rang out behind him, inappropriate for the mont. Not far away, a man’s face bore a wriggling scar, twitching grotesquely with a cruel grin.
His predatory gaze fixated on Robbin, licking his lips. “The Observer is watching you. You can’t actively disclose your identity or secrets; no one can save you. Rest assured, I’ll take my ti to tornt you.”
Robbin remained silent, his gaze icy and cold.
…
“So, a Divine Craftsman indeed.”
In the midst of it all stood Prince Ryan, speaking coldly. His expression was indifferent; his thoughts weren’t altered by Azure Dragon’s stature as a Divine Craftsman. If anything, his killing intent grew stronger.
“Is this just a single cannon? It’s far from enough.”
As his words fell, a chilling glare surfaced in his eyes.
In that mont, a silver-white chanical body descended onto the scene—a vessel for the Creator Divine Craftsman. Though standing beside the chanical Sovereign, the chanical body appeared small, yet no one dared to disregard its presence.
“Prince Ryan…” The Creator Divine Craftsman began to speak but was abruptly interrupted by Prince Ryan’s impolite retort: “Creator Divine Craftsman, do you intend to interfere in this matter?”
The Creator Divine Craftsman sighed. Initially, he had no plans to intervene, but Dominion Holy Image’s dying testimony had forced the chanic Association to make a necessary response.
Put another way, after today, their relationship with the Star Abyss Empire was destined to deteriorate.
Moreover, Azure Dragon’s craftsmanship had already been solidified at the Divine Craftsman level, giving him further reason to recruit such a power.
The Creator Divine Craftsman looked up and said, “He’s my recomndation, so I’m bound to ensure his safety. Besides, Your Highness, bullying a young man hardly befits noble decorum.”
Now you want to protect ? What about when Diaz made his move? Where were you then?
Li Ming silently grumbled to himself, recalling Dominion Holy Image’s words: this Creator Divine Craftsman was known for being the most cunning and ticulous, with almost no one ever having seen his true form.
Well-known for crafting singularly powerful weapons, he maintained excellent relationships with many Overlord Level figures and even Star Cluster Level civilizations.
“You’re correct—he’s rely an A-level life form, unworthy of my personal attention.” Prince Ryan nodded, his tone unconcerned. “But what if I insist on doing so?”
“You spineless cowards, showing up only with chanical vessels—do you truly think a word from you will make retreat?” Ryan’s aura erupted; though his expression remained steady, his words carried a bold arrogance.
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