The Last Commander of the Red Alert

In the blink of an eye, the entire area was shrouded in a hazy gray gas, plunging it into darkness so profound that one couldn't see their own hand in front of their face, let alone the sunlight. Even the radiant aura that accompanied the Winged Clan Divine Envoy was barely enough to allow him to discern his own limbs.

"This... Is this a Domain?" The expression on the face of the Divine Envoy of an alien race remained unchanged, but a hint of unease crept into his heart.

He could sense that after the appearance of this Domain, his strength had decreased by thirty percent. He could still barely reach the level of a Large Galaxy-tier powerhouse, but it was a substantial drop from his previous capabilities. He was just a hair's breadth away from falling to the Ninth Level of the Small Galaxy.

Furthermore, the gas within the Domain seemed to be constantly attempting to corrode him, and his surrounding aura could only offer feeble resistance.

"Mother Star, why would humans know our weakness?" The Winged Clan Divine Envoy, Lavis, asked with a respectful tone.

"It wasn't humans who acted, but the Protoss," a gentle voice resonated in his mind, and it was the consciousness of the Winged Clan Mother Star.

The consciousness of the Winged Clan Mother Star was concealed within the mind of this Winged Clan Divine Envoy, bestowing upon him immense power. However, it did not directly possess the body of the Divine Envoy but allowed him to utilize this power. Perhaps it deemed this method as pushing the limits, as no one knew what consequences might occur if its consciousness directly controlled the Divine Envoy's power.

"Protoss?"

For the first time, a look of astonishment crossed the face of the Winged Clan Divine Envoy. He hadn't expected a Protoss to appear on this planet primarily inhabited by humans.

Protoss were the mortal enemies of the Winged Clan. There was a time when the Protoss almost defeated the Winged Clan, and it was only through great effort that the Winged Clan managed to withstand the onslaught. This was knowledge he had heard of, given his youth.

But he knew one thing: Protoss were incredibly powerful!

However, his composure quickly returned. With the assistance of the Mother Star, he believed he could defeat the Protoss on the spot, even if they were strong.

The Winged Clan Divine Envoy remained still, while Les, concealed within the hazy gas nearby, observed secretly.

"Well, my strength has indeed decreased, but it seems I'm still slightly stronger than him. This won't be an easy fight," Les muttered, looking somewhat troubled.

The disparity between the levels of the Small Galaxy and Large Galaxy was like night and day. Even a newcomer to the Large Galaxy level could easily overpower a Ninth-level Peak Small Galaxy expert. They were in completely different leagues.

Even Les could only manage to avoid death narrowly; defeating his opponent seemed like an impossible dream.

Because Su Chen had marked Les as an ally, he was not affected by the Tenfold Annihilation, allowing him to freely move in and out of this area and observe the enemy so easily.

"Such formidable weapons, I never thought they would be wielded by a human from a remote planet. Even among high-ranking humans, civilizations of this caliber are rare," Les exclaimed.

Once upon a time, he had wreaked havoc within human star systems, destroying countless civilizations. Those civilizations' weapons were like child's play to him. Even the ultimate weapons said to be capable of destroying an entire planet had little effect on him.

If it weren't for a powerful human who nearly killed him, he would still be living life carefree.

Truth be told, the civilizations Les had destroyed had all developed for tens of thousands of years before reaching that level. But Earth's civilization, how long had it been?

Excluding the so-called ancient history, it had only been a few centuries, maybe a few hundred years at most, to reach this point. Les had never heard of such rapid progress in any civilization.

The level of Earth's civilization would normally take almost ten thousand years for other civilizations to reach, and even then, accidents could occur along the way that prevented development.

The development of a civilization was not an overnight process; the technological tree could take a wrong turn, leading in different directions.

The Protoss were known for their balanced development, excelling in various technologies. However, Psychic technology was their flagship skill, second to none. Otherwise, their consciousness wouldn't be as formidable as it was.

After a moment of contemplation, Les pondered how to deal with the Winged Clan Divine Envoy.

But before he could make a move, it seemed that the Winged Clan Divine Envoy had detected his presence. A beam of light emerged from his hand and shot directly towards Les's location.

"He spotted me?" Les was startled. His body phased into an ethereal state, allowing the beam of light to pass through him and disappear. Then, his body returned to normal.

Within his Domain, Les could turn ethereal at will to evade enemy attacks. However, he couldn't maintain this state for long, or else he would be invulnerable.

This was Les's Domain, the Domain of Death!

The title "Death Reaper" wasn't just for show; Les had accumulated his prowess through countless enemy corpses.

Les wasn't one to favor a passive approach. Since the enemy had detected him, it was time to engage in combat.

Suddenly, a massive scythe materialized in his hand. He grinned and vanished into the gray gas, becoming invisible.

The next moment, his figure reappeared behind the Winged Clan Divine Envoy, and the scythe began mercilessly reaping the enemy's life.

The Winged Clan Divine Envoy seemed unaware of Les's presence until it was too late.

Splat!

The scythe sliced through the Winged Clan Divine Envoy's throat, blood spraying in a spectacular display.

Watching this scene on the screen, Su Chen was astonished. "Is Les this powerful?"

"The Protoss Death Reaper, he lives up to his reputation. No wonder the Winged Clan Mother Star emphasized him so much in the past," Heart Demon Clan sighed.

Just when they thought the Winged Clan Divine Envoy had met his demise, the blood that had been spewing suddenly stopped. The wound in the Winged Clan Divine Envoy's throat was rapidly healing, and his aura surged.

"He's not dead?" Su Chen exclaimed in surprise.

"The Winged Clan's regenerative abilities have always been strong. It may not be apparent when they're weakened, but every Divine Envoy at or above the Large Galaxy level possesses formidable regenerative capabilities. They rely on this abnormal self-healing ability to fight like madmen in battles without fearing death," the Heart Demon Clan explained.

Su Chen had now witnessed it firsthand, but Les wasn't surprised. After all, he had fought against the Winged Clan Divine Envoy before, and their regenerative abilities had left a deep impression on him.

His previous attack wasn't intended to be a killing blow; it was merely a test.

"Hehe, the aura of death from a Death Reaper isn't so easy to endure," Les chuckled wickedly.

The next moment, a writhing gray gas appeared at the healing wound. Blood once again spilled, and the regenerative ability clashed with the aura of death, causing fluctuations on the Winged Clan Divine Envoy's face.

"Protoss Death Reaper, Les?" The Winged Clan Divine Envoy spoke with a somewhat immature tone.

"You actually know Uncle Les's name?" Les arrogantly shouted.

"The aura of death from a Death Reaper, known as the bane of the Winged Clan and categorized as a key target by Mother Star. Naturally, I am aware."

"Tsk tsk, I never expected to catch the attention of the Winged Clan Mother Star. I'm truly honored. I wonder how Winged Clan Mother Star keeps tabs on me. Is it through Weibo or WeChat?"

Pfft!

Hearing this, Su Chen spat out a mouthful of tea. (To be continued)

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