Song An, who was sitting on the ground, didn't get up for a long time.
It wasn't to say how hard Yale threw him. Even though Yale threw him hard, Song An was also a master at the level of a god, so he still had the ability to fight.
It's not his body that hurts.
is the heart!
Just when Yale grabbed his chin and looked at him.
Regret flooded my heart like a tidal wave.
There's nothing wrong with showing goodwill to Yale for the sake of Song's rise.
For Song's sake, he was willing to be a dog with a wagging tail.
Can…
Look outside the Palace of the Gods.
There were explosions of supernatural collisions everywhere, and there were deafening battles.
The sky is red!
Stained red with blood!
The gods cannot get the security they deserve, and the gods and warriors are even more ferocious than the era.
Protoss!
Seeing to be gone.
It is the god emperor of the god race!
But he didn't take it all seriously, and he said chilling words without any humanity in his mouth.
What did you do when you arrived
He took the Song family to assist a brutal emperor.
Let the entire Protoss follow the creatures!
If the Protoss is destroyed...
Then he Song An is a sinner of great treason.
Song An hugged his head and knelt in the corridor, not knowing that if Yale knew about his thoughts, he would definitely sneer.
indeed.
Song An did something for him.
It's just that those things don't really affect the overall situation at all. Even if Song An doesn't do it, Yale can find someone else to do it.
Assistant
Not to mention!
He was able to usurp the throne of the God-Emperor entirely by virtue of his personal ability.
The Song family...
What kind of help can a small family that is not capable of master gods provide to Yale? Keeping Song An is just because I feel that this kind of obedient person is more comfortable to use.
If it is uncomfortable to use, Yale can completely abandon Song An at any time.
Then go to find the new "Song An".
There are many people who want to serve the emperor.
For Yale, Song An was nothing more than an episode too small.
Speaking of which, Song An was also unlucky.
It just so happened that Yale was in a very bad mood just now, and Song An had been chanting like a scripture outside, so Yale simply found an excuse to get out.
In fact, it doesn't matter if there is no reason.
He is Yale!
Extraterrestrial God Clan God Emperor!
They can only bear it when they get angry with anyone.
"I really underestimated that little guy, and I brought him a few defeated soldiers." Yale, who entered the secret room, walked to a bench and looked at the curtain in front of the bench and muttered to himself.
The picture on this curtain is divided into nine parts.
Just like the surveillance of the world, the picture that appears inside is the scene of the war outside.
Others thought that Yale knew nothing about the outside world, but it was under his control.
"Bai Ning, Bai Ning, you really make this emperor feel sad."
Looking at a picture, the picture above is a picture of Bai Ning giving up resistance and lying in a cage looking at the sky.
"This emperor trusts you so much that in the end you treat the task that this emperor gave you like this."
Having said that, Yale did not show any anger, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.
His fingers kept pointing at the screen on the curtain, zooming in and out of a certain place, and witnessed the gradual invasion of the extraterritorial Protoss by the masters of the era.
"The sudden appearance of so many people with unstable breath seems to be a realm that has been raised recently through drugs."
"This cannon is a bit interesting. Does it need to be powered by humans to deliver energy?"
Looking at the situation on the screen, Yale muttered to himself as if he was there.
Immediately…
He clicked on a picture.
There is no war raging in this picture, only one person in the picture is traveling in the void and quickly approaching the Palace of God.
"Too anxious."
With a silent sigh, Yale closed the screen directly.
"It seems that I have to speed up the process."
Having said that, Yale felt a headache at this time.
Qinglan's dark godhead has not been able to succeed until now.
As Qinglan himself said, he has refined the dark godhead to the extreme, and it takes a lot of effort to forcefully remove the godhead.
But this is also helpless.
He needs the power of the dark godhead.
Only by integrating the dark godhead can Yale's plan be truly implemented.
After that, he still needs to integrate the life godhead.
This kind of auxiliary godhead is not so urgent for Yale, and it doesn't matter when it is taken down and merged.
if only…
The Dark Godhead can belong to him.
Fortunately, the efforts during this period were not in vain. Even if Qinglan's willpower is strong, it is difficult to maintain the peak state under the high-intensity torture.
Just when Yale left the secret room to teach Song An a lesson, Qinglan was already unconscious.
It won't take long for him to be completely unconscious in this situation, and then the Dark Godhead will naturally belong to him Yale!
Push forward lightly...
In this secret room, another door leading to the secret room was opened.
"Hey, my old friend, what's the point of your persistence, I said no one can stop me, why don't you believe it?"
Yale spreads out his hands and walks toward a chair with his back facing him.
The person bound with divine power on the chair was Qinglan, and Yale had been exhausting all his energy to take out his divine power during this period.
"Old friend?"
Has he finally lost his will
Thinking of this, Yale's eyes lit up instantly, and he had been waiting for this moment for too long.
"Old friend? Don't try to scare me with this kind of trick, do you still want to try to fight back against the emperor?"
Yale's eyes stared at the seat, slowly approaching its direction.
Really lost consciousness!
When Yale walked completely in front of Qinglan, he saw that Qinglan had closed his eyes, and the crack between the eyebrows released the power of the dark godhead, and it was not as tough as before.
"Ha, old friend, no matter how much you resist, you can't escape your fate."
With his fingers carefully releasing divine power, he slowly opened the gap between Qing Lan's eyebrows.
The rhombus-shaped dark godhead gradually revealed its full face, the obscure and evil power lingering on the godhead, and Yale's hands trembled slightly when he saw it.
Dark Godhead is coming!
The godhead that he once condensed himself is finally going to return to his side again!
"Goodbye old friend, no one in this world can stop me."
There was no longer any hesitation, Yale's hand directly squeezed the godhead between Qinglan's eyebrows. The moment his fingers touched the godhead, whether it was the godhead, Qinglan, or everything in the room turned into a golden chessboard.
Yale was in the center of the chessboard, and a quiet whisper came from his ear. "Looks like the time is right."