Father Tyrant is calling for help. The Tyrant Realm is blooming and the laws of the void universe are being riled up. It is an sos. An emergency call for its children to come and help it.
But Monarch High Heaven has used the element of surprise to his advantage. It is nothing special as it would be foolish not to take full advantage of it. If he didn't take advantage of such an opportunity, then he would deserve to lose the era of conquest.
His mind was feeling with calculations and estimations. His emotions were high and his thoughts were active like never before. It made the crack in his existence ache. The pain was so much that he could only laugh.
He was laughing and being giddy as more and more battleships came out of the portal. There are millions of them at this point. But his happiness was cut short when his first enemy arrived.
