"Yeah, but I don't think anyone can stop from escaping now if I want to," Almond grinned. "Including you. So if we can't win, we can just leave and return after getting stronger."
"That…" Big D wryly smiled. He could feel Almond's Space of Oscillation Echo was indeed very troubleso. "Yeah, your variant of Space elent has given you so crazy applications, I can feel.
"However, there are still ways to completely shut off space powers with the combined might of apex Supre Emperorr or with artifacts," Big D said. "The trick is to sense the danger and make a run before you are caught up in a net."
"Will there be a net like that for us in the future in case we win against these 100 Supre Emperors?" Lily asked, her eyes narrowing.
"There will be," Big D nodded. "But as long as we continue with my plan, they won't use that and we'll give them the nasty surprise they deserve."
"Well then, since there are so hours left, Lily and I will sleep a bit."
"Here, take this," Big D waved his paw as two tokens manifested.
Almond and Lily grabbed them, feeling spatial powers in them.
"They will ring when it's ti, so you can wake up and just infuse so Prana in it and teleport right at the entrance of the chaotic dinsion in the 48th cosmos."
"Great."
"See you later then."
…
48th cosmos, Fleet of the Big Ten.
By now, all 100 Supre Emperors had gathered, ten from each of the Big Ten clans.
They sat at a floating spatial platform pavilion with ships stationed several kiloters away in space.
"This has to be so kind of joke, right?"
"I'm afraid not."
*Thud*
The most angry bunch was the twenty Elite Supre Emperors who were direct descendants of the Big Ten. They were stronger than the other 80 Supre emperors and had every right of arrogance they possessed.
One of the guys with four-folded wings and jagged winged ears, the leader of the Karvalheim clan's group, smashed his fist on the table and blasted it off before the hologram sprung up from his wristband, contacting soone.
"I'm going to ask the clan head about this bullshit. If I am going to fight the heads of House Regalon, it has to be a duel!"
"I also need to ask. Like what kind of joke is that stream announcent?"
The hologram flickered and a person appeared, with similar features, but looking older, and more ferocious with a sharp beard covering half of his cheeks.
"Clan Head Arantel, we just saw the stream that announced we are supposed to fight those two Immortal King kiddo heads of House Regalon. They are exceptional sure, but I am not going to participate in this joke. They'd just die under a single move of mine."
Arantel remained calm. "You have every right to say that, and how you proceed with the Regalon heads is also up to you."
"You all can gang up or go duel. It's up to you. But the result we want is the death of those two in the end, and then wipe out of the half of the Regalons who participated in the chaotic dinsion."
"As long as those two things are achieved in order, it doesn't matter how the hundred of you fight against Almond and Lily."
Suddenly, the hologram beca bigger and positioned to the left for all one hundred powerhouses to see.
In the hologram, all ten clan heads's faces appeared in ten sections.
"You all must be feeling a bit humiliated, but forget about that and focus on the tasks. In fact, if you can humiliate the heads of Regalons in front of the whole population, our goal of undermining their hype and influence would be achieved."
"How you all do that, is up to you. But do not underestimate them. They are better than you and , and that's a fact. They are better, talented, and have explosive potential, but they are not invincible."
"They still have a long way to go as they are just Immortal Kings, but they do possess the combat power of Supre Emperors. As such, do whatever you want, but don't fail the tasks by underestimating them."
At that, the hologram vanished.
"Frankly speaking, they were already as strong as Supre Emperors when they were Immortals. At least, the offensive powers and speed they displayed had reached that level as we saw their combat power in the video."
"Indeed. You elites might be more powerful than them, but I have a feeling of certainty that I won't win a duel against either of them."
"What do you an we might be more powerful than them? Do you fucking think I'd lose in a duel against an immortal King? Humph, our Durlin clan's Geneline is similar to Regalons in that we have an armored transformation, but ours is more powerful."
"Calm down. Even clan heads say they are better than us, so let's digest the fact that we were never as powerful as them in Immorta-rank and now that they've reached Immortal-king, and must have so kind of improvent, we should not underestimate them."
"So how are we going to proceed with this joke of a two versus one hundred?"
Everyone turned silent.
After a second, the group leader of the Gibrelin clan, the noseless people with four arms, raised four hands, with each hand displaying life-like pixel images.
"We will separate ourselves into four sections. A gazillion people will be watching, including the audience from the third layer, so we have to be presentable. The strongest ten of us who are the group leaders will sit on our thrones and watch. This is their challenge, so we will send people to fight them accordingly."
"We'll start out from low and go higher. They will surely defeat the weakest of us, and that's better for the watchers to create the hype."
"They want two versus hundred, but we'll start with two versus two. We have to maintain our prestige, but that won't be possible if all of us just attack them and finish the event in just seconds."
Everyone nodded.
"Then it's decided."
Alas, this bunch here was unaware that their plan was going to get ruined in the most spectacular way.
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