On the Eight Extremes Star, I awakened the twelve talismans.

"As far as I know, the oldest Titan is only 150,000 years old. 150,000 years may seem like eternity to mortals, but on the scale of this universe, it is but a fleeting moment."

"Zorinara, instead of thinking about others, you should think more about yourself. You've lived for so many years, yet you're still limited by your lifespan. How many more years can you live?"

Kratol's words struck a chord with the two men.

Every sentence is incisive, every word a gem.

"The reason I'm willing to talk to you so much is because I value your strength."

"You should know that beyond the Chaotic Star Sea, there is another universe. There, space is endless, resources are inexhaustible, powerful beings abound, and all races vie for supremacy."

"And what about you? You're all stuck in this chaotic sea of ​​stars, a mere million light-years away, fighting and killing each other. Don't you think that's incredibly foolish?"

Upon hearing this, Zorin's pupils dilated.

I never expected that Kratol would also know about what was happening outside.

Kratol noticed her reaction and let out a low laugh: "By the way, isn't that brat named Ye Han an outsider?"

Originating from outside the Chaotic Star Sea, belonging to none of the three races, it has stirred up the entire Chaotic Star Sea's格局 (geju, a term referring to the overall situation or structure of the Chaotic Star Sea).

He made a name for himself in the resource allocation competition, kicked over Youlan on Dark Night Star, and even punched the black hole of the Devil's Footprint. Such a person could not be born in the Chaotic Star Sea.

Moreover, before him, another fleet from outside had intruded into the Chaotic Star Sea. If they could get in, they must have a way to get out.

A storm raged within Zolin's heart.

Krator's goal from the beginning was not just to conquer the Chaotic Star Sea.

She even knows so much about Ye Han.

How could someone who has been trapped in a spatial rift for five thousand years know so much?

There is only one explanation: he had planned this all along.

Zorin raised her eyes and said coldly, "Krattor, you're oversimplifying things. Leaving the Chaotic Star Sea won't be that easy."

"Yes, once you reach the Overlord level, you can easily tear through space and traverse star fields. But so what? The black hole clusters beyond the Chaotic Star Ocean are so dense that it's despairing, boundless, like a natural prison. Throughout history, it's not that no one has ever considered exploring the outside world. Not to mention the distant past, as far as I know, in the last hundred thousand years, no fewer than ten Overlord-level beings have attempted to cross that black hole cluster."

"Without exception, they all perished there, leaving no trace of their remains."

What makes you think you can be an exception?

Youlan took over the conversation.

With Krator's help, his injuries have healed considerably, though he is still somewhat weak.

"I can explain that to some extent."

"There was once a traitor in the history of my Shadow Clan. She met a foreigner named Merlin, and with his help, she successfully left the Chaotic Star Sea. That traitor later gave birth to a son in the outside world."

"When she was fleeing, I sent men to hunt her down into the Black Hole Cluster. Almost all of the Shadow Clan elites I sent perished in the gravitational pull of the Black Hole, but one person did manage to reach the outside world alive."

Even though that person eventually died, he definitely got out.

"Therefore, what Kratol said was not untrue."

Youlan sighed, feeling guilty towards the two of them, and then said, "I brought this up not to act as an intermediary for Krator. I just don't want to see you two make the wrong choice and lose your lives."

Over the years, although there have been constant frictions and open and covert struggles between the three races, he knew the character of Tess and Zorin better than anyone else.

They are not cunning or deceitful people, nor are they thieves or robbers.

Although Tess was aloof and proud, she never broke her promise.

Although Zolinara was tough and decisive, she was always open-minded and had a high reputation in her own territory, with all races willing to submit to her.

Whether they are opponents or comrades, none of them should die meaninglessly.

"Tess, Zolinara."

Youlan called him by his name, her voice carrying a heavy tone that could almost be described as pleading.

"Think it over carefully. Survival is more important than anything else."

A long silence enveloped this broken starry sky.

Then, Zorin spoke.

The voice wasn't loud, but every word carried immense weight, leaving no room for negotiation: "I can't do it."

"In my territory, many civilizations still support me. They worship me as their king, trust me, and rely on me. If I were to sacrifice their lives for the survival of my Titans for my own selfish desires—how would that be any different from what you, Youlan, have done?"

"To be with you would be to betray the belief I have held for ten thousand years."

Kratol's crimson gaze turned to Tess.

I want to see what her opinion is.

Tess was being supported by several Zerg warriors; her pale face indicated that her injuries were far from healed.

Tess remained silent for a long time before finally speaking slowly: "This is a matter of great importance; please allow me to consider it."

This answer displeased Kratol somewhat, but he didn't openly argue: "Fine. Tess, you're a smart woman. I'll give you plenty of time."

Tiss withdrew from the fight, and Youlan stood beside him, turning the three-on-one situation into a two-on-one in a short time.

No, to be precise, it was two against one plus an undecided observer.

"Then, Youlan, join forces with me to take down Zolinara, but don't kill her."

Shadows slithered around Youlan like snakes, preparing to make their move.

At that moment, a familiar voice suddenly rang in Zorin's ear: "Your Majesty, can you hear me?"

It was Pera's voice.

Zorin's eyes turned blue as she began to observe her surroundings.

They discovered that multiple spatial rifts had appeared around them, growing larger and larger, from which countless figures emerged one after another.

The leader was Pella, her body covered in a phantom image, her face showing a mixture of urgency and determination.

Behind her appeared powerful figures from various races.

A Super Saiyan with golden flames soaring into the sky, an Ark alien shimmering with energy, a Namekian with emerald green skin, a crystallized warrior reflecting starlight...

Each person exuded a powerful and refined aura, making them outstanding individuals from their respective races.

Zorin scanned the large, imposing procession.

They recognized many of them, not only the powerful figures within their own territory, but also many civilizations from Youlan's lands.

At this moment, they crossed the sea of ​​stars to arrive, converging into an undeniable force, and stood behind her.

Everyone who comes here has the attitude that we all share in the same fate, whether it be prosperity or ruin.

Everyone knew that if Krator defeated them one by one, each race would face certain death.

Rather than sit back and wait for death, it is better to take the initiative.

Only by working together as one can we mount an effective counterattack.

A powerful alien from the Youlan faction stepped forward first, glaring at Youlan and cursing loudly:

"Youlan! We Drakians once swore to follow you to the death, and now you've sold us out so easily? If we had known you were this kind of scoundrel, we would have migrated our entire race to serve under the Titan Queen long ago, and we wouldn't be in this situation today!"

Another person chimed in with a sneer, their voice full of mockery: "Open your eyes and see! At least the Titan Queen stands on the side of her people. In all these years, no one has ever done anything like you, sacrificing the lives of their people for your own wealth!"

Each curse came like a sharp blade.

Youlan stood behind Krator, motionless and without any reaction.

They were unaffected by the insults, at least not outwardly.

Once a choice is made, one must naturally bear the corresponding consequences.