Him and their stars.

Chapter 2177 The Most Primitive Deathmatch

Of course, as I said before, once you reach Yu Lian's level, returning to the Void Realm is like coming home, and the gray mist of the Void Realm will actually make him feel very familiar with it.

However, the mist here is different from the ether formed by the void. It's like a group of active viruses, constantly trying to erode the jade-colored psionic armor on his body.

This oppressive feeling of sinister intent dissipated as if it had encountered its nemesis when it touched that halo of starlight.

Yu Lian continued forward, observing the source of the greatest pressure directly ahead. That must be the deepest part of this strange chaos.

As Yu Lian continued to advance inward, the gray fog seemed to realize its own weakness, and like insects, snakes, and rats being driven away, it dispersed to both sides, making way for a passage.

At that end, a figure stood quietly.

It was a tall and imposing figure, like a majestic evil god, clad in magnificent crystal armor carved from rubies. The armor's lines were elegant and dignified, shimmering with a blood-red luster that exuded a murderous aura. His gaze, peering through the visor of his helmet, was fixed on Yu Lian, who was charging towards him, filled with a chilling and murderous intent, and carrying a hint of condescending scrutiny.

Despite the blasphemous aura of the Void Realm surrounding him, his figure and demeanor, the immense spiritual pressure behind his helmet, and the familiar aura all revealed his identity.

However, contrary to what he knew, those eyes were filled with a mad, demonic rage.

"Heh... Although this great general actually expected this..." Yu Lian slowly stopped, the light panel beneath his feet hovering above the viscous gray mist. His laughter was exceptionally clear in this eerie space.

"But why is it always you? Can't you just die honestly for once?"

The figure clad in red crystal armor slightly raised its hand. The surrounding gray mist, like an army receiving orders, became even more frenzied, its intense malice almost tangible.

"Yu Lianqing! This is your death trap!" A strange voice, a mixture of the emperor's own voice and countless distorted whispers, resounded directly in Yu Lianqing's mind: "You can't get in! You can't get out!"

Before the words were finished, a scarlet radiance erupted from the red crystal armor, merging with the endless gray mist around it, transforming into a towering wave that swept towards Yu Lian!

"Do you want to end my rule? Do you see the Empire's rule as a cage? You want to break these shackles and liberate whom? Earthlings? Minorities in the outer rings? Dependent nations on the distant shores? Or the Tyreiros? But only rule brings order; that is the truth of this universe! You speak well, but it's meaningless!"

"I haven't even said anything yet," Yu Lian thought.

"Well said, but it's meaningless! You're courting death!"

The most insane subversion and the most majestic declaration resonated simultaneously within Yu Lian's soul. A crimson energy surge, like a colossal wave of blood and fire, crashed down like a collapsing mountain!

However, Yu Lian's actions were faster than his thoughts!
Almost the instant the emperor raised his hand, the light panel beneath his feet burst forth with unprecedented blazing light, and he was enveloped in a radiant glow, completing an instantaneous leap within this domain controlled by the other's consciousness.

The figure clad in azure armor seemed to disregard the distance in space, piercing through the surging crimson tide in a fraction of a second and rushing to the figure in red crystal armor!
By this time, the emperor's face was right in front of him, and it would be incredibly disrespectful not to take a bite. Yu Lian stated that there was no personal grudge involved; it was simply a matter of convenience.

He grinned wildly, then clenched his fist and slammed it fiercely into the emperor's flawless face.

"boom!"

It was clearly a fist and a cheek colliding, but it inexplicably produced a dull, loud sound as if two small celestial bodies were colliding.

Is it possible that there is air in this alternate dimension?
Before the emperor could react, the muscles in his face became noticeably distorted.

At the same moment, behind Yu Lian, the power of the Lingxu Armed Forces formed a giant crystal hammer that extended from behind his shoulder and smashed into the emperor's body. The indestructible red crystal armor immediately emitted a piercing wail of unbearable pain.

Centered on the point of violent impact of the crystal, spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread out!
The armor covering his body showed visible dents and deformations, and the enormous impact caused the towering figure to be violently thrown backward, almost shattering in half.

"You're courting death!" A roar, a mixture of pain and rage, came from beneath the emperor's helmet.

He echoed the same counterattack.

The emperor's fist, the emperor's sword, the emperor's words.

Yu Lian immediately suffered the same degree of injury. However, as a battle-hardened, combat-oriented psychic, who hasn't experienced trading injury for injury or even life for life?

The ability to withstand blows and endure pain is an integral part of strength.

Yu Lian gritted his teeth and tried his best to block out the pain, without pausing his movements at all.

He lunged forward and threw another punch with his left hand!
"Blasphemy!" the emperor responded with the same old punch. Bloodstains and bruises were already faintly visible on his face, and although he looked like an offended charlatan, a ferocious smile appeared on his face.

He seemed to enjoy it immensely. He seemed incredibly excited. He was trembling with joy.

That smile seemed familiar. Yu Lian stared at the emperor, and in the reflection of those golden dragon eyes flashing with mad flames, he saw himself.

Very good, the same manic smile.

Yu Lian felt as if he were looking in a mirror.

But that's what makes it fun, right?

Yu Lian realized that this emperor shared the same thoughts as him. He had fought many emperors today, but this one was the most interesting.

The azure psionic radiance and the crimson energy overflowing from the shattered armor did not dissipate. Instead, they entangled and attacked each other like mortal enemies, devouring and tearing at one another.

The blue and red crystal fragments mingled with the energy flow, forming what appeared to be an extremely unstable chaotic substance. It emitted a blindingly bright light and a piercing shriek, like millions of panes of glass shattering simultaneously. This was an out-of-control phenomenon caused by the mutual annihilation of two completely different, yet incredibly powerful, psionic essences—comparable to the self-destruction of a high-level psionicist when they lose control!
The self-destruction of a neutrino engine in a Skyhold fortress would probably make a sound like this.

"Madman! Blasphemous madman!" The emperor's voice was distorted and deformed by the explosion, but it was full of pleasure.

"Tyrant, false god! You should become nourishment for the stars!" Yu Lian, enduring the opponent's fists, gripped the emperor's neck. His arm erupted with terrifying power, actually withstanding the impending explosion of fusion energy, and ruthlessly pulled this red body out of the core of the energy storm like a javelin!
"boom--!"

Behind him, the energy intertwined with blue and red finally erupted completely, and the gray fog, the viscous chaotic power, and the strange flesh and blood that looked like translucent twisted tentacles in the surrounding area were all evaporated.

Both Yu Lian and the Emperor lost their balance, but even then, they didn't break free of each other, still exchanging the heaviest blows with their fists. The instant Yu Lian's collarbone was shattered by the Emperor's hand chop, his hook punch slammed into the Emperor's lower abdomen.

He broke at least four ribs and half a kidney, as evidenced by the emperor's expression.

Two crazed warriors, seemingly transported back to the primitive era, crashed through layers of viscous gray fog like two intertwined meteorites, finally slamming heavily onto a solid object.

After a dull thud, the two, despite their serious injuries, leaped to their feet and retreated to create distance between themselves.

This appears to be a structure hidden deep within the flesh and blood of the colossal beast realm, a platform made of an unknown metal, with unnatural geometric patterns engraved on the surrounding walls, shimmering with a faint, eerie light.

There's even a control panel hidden in one corner of the platform, making it look like a vehicle no matter how you look at it.

However, that doesn't matter. The two, having created some distance between themselves, assumed their fighting stances and began carefully observing each other.

As you can see, Yu Lian's skateboard and armor have long since shattered, the spiritual light around him has dimmed considerably, and his breathing has become slightly rapid.

The emperor on the other side seemed to be in slightly better shape, at least he was still carrying a crystal cluster sword made of red crystal. If you ignored the wounds on his face, his golden dragon eyes concealed exhaustion and pain, yet still burned with obvious madness.

The surging psionic energy seemed to have been completely exhausted in this series of intense collisions and the final energy burst, and the swirling gray mist around it also seemed to have become sluggish. It was unclear whether this was because subjective senses were becoming dulled, or because objective chaos was losing its anchor.

"My death trap?" Yu Lian grinned, his smile still full of malice.

"Isn't this your death trap?" The emperor responded with the same smile: "You seem to have no idea what's going on."

"Your knights are about to crush this body. As for Dragon Palace, your finest direct descendants are also inheriting your legacy! We will soon witness the fall of a true god! Ahahaha, you should have been the most powerful supreme being, but you are the shortest-lived true god in two thousand years."

Indeed, if Emperor Elithel had died today, he would have lived to be less than 250 years old, which would certainly have set a precedent for the short lifespan of "true gods".

If one were truly the person recorded in such a record, the emperor would probably be quite embarrassed. Could this "great emperor," who ruled the empire for two centuries, really deserve such a historical evaluation?
Although his current historical evaluation will certainly be quite awkward.

“I’m sorry to have ruined your reputation,” Yu Lian said.

"The wearer of the Void Crown has no posthumous fame. I have failed. This place will truly be a death trap, but it will also be yours," the Emperor said.

Yu Lian fell into a brief silence.

"If you still don't understand, I will be very disappointed."

"Hahaha, Your Majesty is witty!" Yu Lian burst into another maniacal laugh.

"Hahaha, I was just expressing my feelings!" The emperor responded with a similar maniacal laugh, a laugh that was both desolate and dangerous.

I've confirmed it with their smiles and eyes; they are indeed of the same kind.

The next second, without any further hesitation, the two charged at each other again!

Even at this point, Yu Lian still felt utterly exhausted and drained. Even with his abilities, and the miraculous effects of the "Spiritual Particle Cycle" and the "Etheric Body," he was still far from being as lively as ever.

He believed that the emperor opposite him felt the same way. Even if this deity relied on a giant beast for his existence, he was far from reaching his peak.

He was just as weak as I was.

However, weakness never hinders combat. Or rather, the battle is most brutal when a psionicist is too exhausted to use their powers. He believed the Emperor thought the same.

This time, there was no control of elements, no rhythm of space, no pull of gravity, and no mysterious mental attacks or defenses; only the most primitive and savage collision of flesh remained!
The emperor's crystal spear had just been raised when Yu Lian shattered it with his knee.

Then, the fist collided with the body, producing a loud metallic clang.

Elbow strikes, knee strikes, strangulations—these are all killing techniques devoid of beauty or grace, possessing only absolute practicality. Every battle-hardened mercenary understands these fighting styles, but none of them want to be dragged into that situation.

But at this point, all of this was revealed without reservation.

One was an emperor, the other the undisputed sole leader of humanity, yet they fought like two old mercenaries. Each heavy blow caused the platform's metal surface to tremble slightly, accompanied by the groans of bones and muscles bearing the pressure.

The chaotic space surrounding the platform was also rippling, as if it were about to collapse during the struggle between the two.

In fact, it is indeed collapsing.

"The rift in the illusory realm is closing! You have failed!" With a primal kick, Yu Lian didn't forget to verbally attack his opponent. The emperor's left knee slammed into his ribs like a warhammer. The clear sound of cracking bone was forcibly swallowed back by Yu Lian. His face paled, but taking advantage of the opening in the attack, he delivered a powerful headbutt to the emperor's already shattered nose. Blood and some shimmering, spiritual liquid immediately smeared the lower half of the emperor's face.

"This warp-space catastrophe is about to end. Ahahaha, it's all over!"

Yu Lian's laughter was distorted by pain; each breath he took pulled at his injured ribs as he spoke, yet he still laughed arrogantly. The emperor didn't answer, but instead punched Yu Lian in the stomach with his backhand, causing him to arch his back and almost vomit. Yu Lian, however, seized the opportunity to grab the emperor's arm, twisting it with all his might. The two stumbled and crashed into the cold metal wall, where the eerie patterns on the wall flickered violently.

"During the Seventh War, the Dimensional Abomination summoned by the Alliance was merely an attempt to delay you," Yu Lian said breathlessly, seizing the opportunity to retaliate with a ferocious elbow strike. The hardest part of his arm pierced the Emperor's armpit like a warhammer, producing a crisp, cracking sound.

“Even those anthropomorphic dead capitalists didn’t expect to create such a subspace catastrophe in the capital! But you did it.”

"Yes!" The emperor's voice was also filled with heavy breathing and suppressed pain. He suddenly raised his leg and kicked Yu Lian in the old wound on his shoulder, causing him to groan and let go.

The emperor took a half step back, leaning against the wall to steady himself. His chest heaved violently, but his smile remained cruel, like that of a maddened wild animal: "I killed this Void Realm Lord, so he is my spoils of war!"

"The Dimensional Abomination's body can create a rift between the two worlds once it reappears in the real world. My collaborator told me that the Dawn Angel-level application armor can stabilize His remains. I chose this collaboration, and I also chose to make Him into another body. The Primarch Project has given me many spare bodies, but the remains of the Void Lord are something that can only be obtained by chance." The Emperor answered matter-of-factly.

His breath fell on Yu Lian's face, still faintly carrying the smell of blood and burnt metal.

"Really? Is this kind of experience perfect? ​​Why not just be a decent person and instead experience the life of a Void Realm Lord?" Yu Lian sneered, slowly straightening his body against the metal wall.
"So, my fleet's entry into the capital was also part of your plan? If the Primordial Lord's zombies can devour the Little... devour the Enlightener's warships, then we can usher in another imagined evolution, is that what you mean?"