Chapter 142: Aimed Invasion
Wukong stared at the screen, his trembling hands gripping the glass of coffee so tightly that his knuckles turned white. The broadcast played on every channel, hijacking the airwaves like a grim harbinger of doom. The voice was cold, mechanical, devoid of empathy—yet chillingly final.
"Citizens of Earth and its Hunters," the Fatek Lord's voice echoed, its tone dripping with arrogance, "We are not here to prolong a war or anything."
The image on the screen shifted, showing massive Fatek ships hovering above a land that had once been a bustling country. Now it was silent, overrun by alien forces. The sheer scale of the invasion was terrifying. It felt like the world itself had stopped spinning.
"Give up your foolish resistance," the voice continued, "and come forward to die a glorious death if you wish to serve as test subjects to our cause."
