"What?!"
This time, everyone genuinely suspected they had a hearing problem.
No one would make such a request in wartime. At least, not in the tens of thousands of years they had served as soldiers had they ever heard of such a thing.
"Strategos, what are we to do next?" an officer asked again, seeking clarification.
And Mingna's answer was exactly the same as their previous "auditory hallucination."
"Launch me toward the enemy fleet."
Mingna's words were crystal clear; every syllable was perfectly distinct.
Yet, it still prompted those who heard it to instinctively check their auditory organs. It was not until they exchanged bewildered glances that they finally confirmed they had not misheard.
The Strategos intended to sacrifice herself for the mission!
"Strategos, actually, we could withdraw; there's no need to go this far…"
Mingna listened, her patience wearing thin.
"Strategist Sabiaves, you talk too much. This is the military; follow orders."
"Adjust the parameters. Prepare a small cannon barrel for me. Set the velocity to approximately 260,000 km per second—not too fast. Aim for the center of the enemy fleet. Do not deviate."
Mingna walked directly to the cannon and entered the barrel.
All of this was, of course, the result of her meticulous planning.
In reality, the current stalemate was incredibly difficult to break. Mingna's original plan was to divide the enemy into four segments, but she only managed to split them into three. Furthermore, the execution was not as perfect as envisioned, meaning the Second Fleet, which was supposed to annihilate the enemy, could not catch up in time.
Divine could not change this, because the enemy had their own agency; they would not act according to her whims. She could not expect her plan to be absolutely flawless from the start, so her self-imposed expectations were quite low.
Destroying one-quarter of the enemy had actually met her qualifying standard; she had a long future ahead of her. But now, things were not entirely out of her control.
So Mingna decided to take the risk.
Was the power of Divine solely based on intellectual superiority?
Certainly not!
Divine are powerful because their individual strength is immense. They have undergone countless temperings and survived countless wars. They embody the absolute pinnacle of this Civilization. Sometimes, a Divine can even rival supreme gene pools.
Inside the cannon, the mecha on Mingna's body had already transformed into an oval pod, enveloping her completely. Inside, she began to resemble something other than herself. Even something other than a living being.
She flowed, filling the entire interior of the mecha; intense energy scorched the hull until it glowed a violent red.
Inside the command deck, the warship's officers had the Main Server complete all calibrations.
"Main Server, prepare for the launch of shell B-189. It must be gentle, gentle, and once more, gentle."
[Acknowledged!]
[Projectile launched!]
"???"
The officers were bewildered. I had not even said "fire" yet; I said "prepare to fire"!
But there was no time for concern now. They watched as a tiny meteor streaked forward with a sudden whoosh, then vanished from sight. Even the sensors struggled to track it; it was too fast and far too small.
Mingna huddled inside her mecha, calculating the time.
According to the preset speed, catching up to the enemy 381 astronomical units ahead would take 3.5 days—more precisely, 3.4810 days, or 83.544 hours, 5012 minutes, and 38.4 seconds. She fine-tuned the numbers to such a degree specifically to come to a halt exactly within the heart of the enemy fleet.
...
Winunder Fleet.
Because the object was flying toward them, the closing speed was approximately 190,000 kilometers per second; therefore, relatively speaking, the Winunder Fleet was more likely to intercept Mingna.
This information soon reached Carbines' hands.
"Could this be the key to their breakthrough?"
"It looks tiny."
"Less than 2 meters long."
"Even if highly compressed, the energy capacity would be negligible."
"Could it be some kind of jammer?"
"Intercept it!"
Carbines reacted swiftly, ordering the interception of the strange object. He would not permit himself any oversight or negligence.
Less than 10 minutes later, a laser beam accurately struck Mingna. Mingna's outer mecha shell was shattered, but the interior appeared unharmed.
Carbines frowned. The object did not seem to contain much energy, but how could that be? The opponent would not do something meaningless at a time like this.
"Investigate that object."
The footage of the strike was replayed repeatedly on the large screen as a team of scholars studied its physical characteristics. Indeed, they made a discovery.
"Our energy, after hitting the target, should have disrupted the coherence of the laser. The energy should have scattered in all directions and been captured by our sensors."
"But throughout the entire process, we saw no trace of the laser's dissipation."
"There is only one possibility: that object absorbed the laser."
Carbines expressed doubt regarding this theory.
"What if the object is simply so weak that the energy never lost its cohesive force?"
The scholar shook his head.
"Impossible. Even if we hit something as small as a sensor probe, a portion of the energy would lose focus, and our equipment is capable of precisely capturing it even at this distance."
"Therefore, our deduction leads to only one conclusion."
"Something does indeed exist there."
"We might not be able to see it with the naked eye. Activate the energy reaction scanners; perhaps there will be a new discovery."
Following this suggestion, Carbines ordered all ships in the fleet to activate their scanning arrays. Sure enough, they detected a mass of energy rapidly approaching, moving at the same speed as the previous object.
A chill ran down Carbines' spine. If he had not been careful enough, his weakness would have been exploited.
"Continue the attack! Stop it!" he ordered.
In an instant, tens of millions of lasers struck that energy mass.
They expected the energy to be dispersed.
However, according to their observations, all the energy was actually absorbed by that mass. The originally tiny energy cluster began to expand and grow larger.
Before everyone's terrified eyes, it took shape, transforming into a winged lifeform—not entirely distinct, yet recognizable.
"It looks like a Megaptera dolphin!" an officer with a love for animals remarked.
The fins of a Megaptera dolphin are exceptionally large, proportional to a bird's wings.
"But why a Megaptera dolphin?"
Carbines could hardly believe this was an attack; he had never seen such a thing.
In reality, this was not a conventional attack. That Megaptera dolphin was Mingna.
Now, she had transformed into a mass of pure energy. In Hyperdimensional Space, it had another name: Spirit!
A pure energy lifeform.
This was her Bloodline—a Bloodline that could be utilized in the physical world.
Bloodline.
It is similar to gene pools, yet it is not a gene pool.
A gene pool is an alteration of genetic code. For a long time, the inhabitants of Hyperdimensional Space believed Bloodlines were simply another type of gene pool.
However, as the Divine unearthed the secrets of Bloodlines, the gene pool theory collapsed.
Because the power brought by Bloodlines was far too immense. This was not a power that could only be manifested in a virtual world; it was a power that could be utilized in the physical reality.
Of course, even among the Divine, disparities existed within Bloodlines. Not every Divine's Bloodline was terrifyingly powerful; some Divine did not possess a Bloodline at all.
Mingna belonged to the former.
Her entire strength came from her Bloodline; it was her ultimate weapon.
[Bloodline: Spirit King] (Unique)
This was one of the extreme top-tier Bloodlines within Hyperdimensional Space, and its description was utterly transcendent.
[You are the sovereign of nature, the monarch of Spirits. You possess the godhood to command nature and the holy majesty to make all Spirits submit. You can absorb pure energy to transform into the Spirit King state; no cooldown. In the Spirit King state, you gain [Nature's Blessing], making you immune to all energy attacks; [Nature's Scepter], allowing you to command all energy; [Nature's Wrath], to detonate all surrounding energy; and [Nature's Protection], where all energy shields you and the Spirits dwell within you.]
The terms "nature" and "Spirit" in the first paragraph of the description actually referred to energy.
This energy was not the magic of fantasy, but all physical energy. Electricity, light, heat, dark energy, and more.
The Divine in Hyperdimensional Space were universe-lord-level existences; they were not playing house in some tiny sub-world. Since Bloodlines could function on a universal scale, their horror was easily imagined.
Within Hyperdimensional Space, Mingna could directly mobilize all the dark energy in an entire universe to cause its collapse. Generally, in those divine missions, many of their methods would be locked down, or the space where they fought would transcend the scale of a single universe, reaching the multi-verse beyond.
And in reality.
The Bloodline remained just as powerful.
Mingna did not even know how it was implemented, but she had tested it; she was incredibly, incredibly strong. She had suspected whether Hyperdimensional Space was truly a product of human creation. However, all evidence suggested that Hyperdimensional Space was indeed connected only to human Civilization, a fact she could faintly sense during certain Divine missions.
Having transformed into the Spirit King, Mingna welcomed even more attacks.
But every attack that struck her body was absorbed. Human Civilization was currently in the energy era; over 90% of weapons were energy-based, which made her feel as natural as a fish in water in this reality.
Her form grew increasingly colossal.
What began at perhaps a few hundred meters in length surged to over ten thousand meters under the onslaught of enemy fire. Her appearance, however, no longer resembled anything as endearing as a Megaptera dolphin.
On the Winunder Fleet.
The animal-loving officer's face was now etched with sheer terror.
"No... that's not a Megaptera dolphin. It's the 'Ten Thousand Things'."
"Ten Thousand Things"—it was a name, yet it did not refer to a single object. Within the fleet, everyone who heard him, and even those who did not, understood the weight of that meaning.
As the sovereign of nature, the Spirit King was not bound to any specific biological form. Initially, Mingna had shaped herself into her favorite Megaptera dolphin; however, as she absorbed more energy, she could no longer maintain that distinct anatomy. She reverted to the "Source."
This was the Spirit King's original state.
It was a mass of constantly shifting matter. One moment it appeared as a horse, the next as a snake. In fact, the horse and snake forms could overlap—not as some chimera monster with a horse's body and a snake's head, but in a way where one could perceive both a horse and a snake simultaneously.
It was an inexplicable state. It was as if a person stood before you, yet you saw them as a human, an animal, an insect, and a plant all at once. It was that complex. It seemed like a single individual, yet it looked as though a multitude of beings occupied the exact same space, with every species clearly visible and distinct, without any sense of visual distortion or discomfort.
Thus, it was called the "Ten Thousand Things."
"Is this some kind of advanced weapon?"
Carbines, who had lived for over forty thousand years, had never witnessed such a phenomenon. He stood stunned, much like everyone else.
The Main Server was the first to react.
[Ceasefire recommended. Observation confirms the organism is a pure energy entity capable of absorbing our attacks.]
"Ceasefire! Stop firing immediately!" Carbines shouted the command.
He tried to regain his composure. "An organism... the Rusty Star Nation has extensive cooperation with Chötons. Could this thing be a Chötons masterpiece?"
Chötons Bio-World was famous; even the Ynun Star Nation had placed orders with them. The Rusty Star Nation, leveraging its status as one of Chötons' earliest test clients, often claimed a close relationship. This was part of the reason why the Ynun Star Nation and Flaorse Corporation wanted a swift victory.
What they did not know was that Chötons Bio-World would not even deign to glance at a minor star nation like the Rusty Star Nation, let alone provide such aid. The entity before them had nothing to do with Chötons.
Of course, that was secondary now.
Their primary concern now was how to deal with this creature.
"It might just be an energy-absorbing monster with no actual offensive capabilities," said Qoli, standing behind Carbines. "Anything created by Chötons usually has some sort of flaw."
She added a bit of her background to lend weight to her words: "I used to lead the extradition of Ikasu."
Ikasu was the only Bio-World within the Ynun Star Nation. Having spent nearly 2,000 years with Ikasu, she knew its many shortcomings. Her presence in the military was intended to provide technical guidance during the assault on Sheltondine.
Her words were persuasive.
Carbines spoke: "So, it's just here to drain our energy and cause panic. Its speed has slowed down significantly; it is almost parallel with ours now. We just need to ignore it."
He continued to fall back on his "ignore" tactic. It was a cognitive habit.
When the fleet continued forward and stopped attacking Mingna, she knew the enemy had relaxed once more.
"This kind of relaxation does not even need to be forced; you just have to let the enemy 'identify' you themselves."
In most cases, information determines the direction of the battlefield. Ordinary officers try their best to avoid giving the opponent too much information. A deeper level involves using false information to deceive the opponent.
Mingna now understood a third level: using true information to deceive.
At this moment, she also understood how Luna had secured the victory in the first war. Creating relaxation at the foundational level was the root cause.
"Interesting."
"But this war does not even need that."
The moment Mingna took action, everything was already over—regardless of whether the enemy resisted or not.
...
Fourth Fleet.
Inside an inconspicuous ship.
An unassuming soldier stared blankly into the starry void. He could feel that unparalleled energy fluctuation; it was his specific ability. He was captivated, shaken to his core.
This kind of power reminded him of a single word, a specific group:
Divine!
"Our leader is actually a Divine!"
His name was Gachi, a survivor from Hyperdimensional Space.
In Hyperdimensional Space, those at the lowest level who have survived fewer than 10 worlds are called Newcomers. Those with 11–50 worlds are Survivors. Those with 51–100 worlds are Seniors. And those who have endured over 100 worlds are called the Near-Dead.
The title was literal: after surviving over 100 worlds, the difficulty of Hyperdimensional Space spikes vertically. While every early mission was a "nine deaths, one life" gamble, by this stage, it could truly be called "ten deaths, no life."
It is said that out of 1,000 Seniors who reach the 100-world mark, barely one can endure the Near-Dead phase to reach the levels beyond.
Above the Near-Dead level are the Near-Divines, also known as Demi-Divines or Quasi-Divines.
Only above them are the Divine.
In the current Hyperdimensional Space, which has matured through over 100,000 years of development, Gachi—as a Survivor—was merely a small fry.
He had heard of Divine, but he had never actually seen one.
In Hyperdimensional Space, the most widely used description of a Divine was:
"The power of a Divine needs no explanation!"
Divine are supreme; they exist at the absolute pinnacle of all things. This was a far cry from the myths of old.
But the reality of a Divine who has survived countless tribulations within Hyperdimensional Space is one of absolute, overwhelming power over all existence.
Previously, he had no real concept of this statement.
Until he felt this energy fluctuation.
It was terrifying!
It was oppressive!
It was horrific!
Even the mere residual aura—the energy level radiating from it—was enough to make someone like him, who had faced death twenty times, tremble.
This was a sensation only he could perceive.
People from Hyperdimensional Space are fundamentally different from those in reality.
"But even for a Divine, can they truly dominate a battlefield in the physical world?"
"Those are warships!"
No one could deny the power of a Divine.
But Gachi had never heard of a Divine personally facing off against an entire fleet. No matter how one thought about it, it seemed impossible; it defied the laws of physics.
Where exactly did the power of a Divine come from?
...
Supernova Technology Corporation Headquarters.
Giotto, taking a brief break from his overwhelming schedule, suddenly realized his fleet was gone.
Upon inquiry, he found they had been redeployed by Luna. It seemed five fleets had been ordered to launch a proactive strike to crush the enemy.
He couldn't sit still.
He immediately established communication with Luna to ask if this was true.
"Correct. They are heading out to attack the Ynun Star Nation fleet," she replied.
Luna's calm reply was consistent as always, projecting her trademark sense of security. Giotto did not question Luna's capabilities, but he wasn't necessarily confident that the five fleets could achieve the same results as Luna herself.
"The enemy is backed by the M36 Star Cluster; they have more room for maneuver. Every action strikes at our vital points; we cannot afford any mistakes."
Giotto was extremely nervous.
He was nearly frantic with work. Although Luna was involved in the bacterial crisis management, she only handled broad strategic matters, whereas he was personally involved in the execution. The Grand Steward's earlier words had once enlightened him, but since the Grand Steward's defection, he had tossed those nonsensical ideas into the trash.
"King of Rusty, this attitude does not suit your status."
"Compose yourself. If I say it is possible, then it can certainly be done."
Luna once again gave Giotto a definitive answer.
It was even somewhat domineering. Giotto had felt this sense of strategic mastery from Luna countless times. Sometimes he even wondered: could the gap between two people truly be this vast? Or was Luna actually an alien in disguise?
Regardless, Luna's words informed him that he could not change this situation.
Just as he was about to end the communication, Luna told Giotto: "Toma K has returned. He is alone. Perhaps you should seek him out for a discussion."
Hearing this, Giotto froze.
Then, a cold chill ran down his spine. Having a long-standing intimacy with Toma K and possessing classified information, he understood exactly what it meant for Toma K to return—especially returning alone.
"I understand."
This revelation made him instantly indifferent to the war; at this moment, his only priority was returning to headquarters.
After ending the transmission, Luna took a brief moment to rise from her chair. She stood before a massive window, 50 meters high and 700 meters wide, gazing out into the profound void.
She was certain of victory. The singular reason she had not personally participated in this conflict was clear:
"The power of a Divine needs no explanation!"
Even she had to admit that she was fundamentally weaker than a Divine—weaker in every conceivable aspect. Her own abilities might have been tempered and proven by time, but they lacked sufficient frequency; a Divine's prowess was forged upon the accumulation of thousands, even tens of thousands, of victories.
For them, failure was synonymous with death. To them, this was merely one objective within one of the many missions of their lives.
A Divine was powerful in every dimension.
But where did that power originate?
Experience?
Intellect?
None of the above, actually.
The power of the Divine is derived from technology, from beginning to end.
The worlds a Divine experiences are technological constructs; the weapons a Divine wields in reality are technological masterpieces. Hyperdimensional Space does not create idealistic Divines; it creates materialistic Divines—technological Divines.
Luna trusted that the power of the Divine required no explanation, precisely because the power of technology requires no explanation.
...
The battlefield between the Fourth Fleet and the Winunder Fleet.
Mingna was preparing.
In truth, the energy accumulated in her body remained relatively small, even after absorbing so many attacks.
Calculating with basic physics, even if she invoked [Nature's Wrath] to detonate all surrounding energy, she could not destroy this fleet. She could not even annihilate one-tenth of it.
But the true power of a Divine never originates from the external world.
It originates from the Divine themselves.
Mingna felt the power saturating her body—tenfold, a hundredfold, expanding infinitely.
"This is the feeling!"
Now, Mingna felt as if she were within a world orchestrated by Hyperdimensional Space, rather than reality.
Within the Winunder Fleet, the Main Server began to trigger alarms.
[Attention! The energy level of the anomalous energy entity is rising exponentially!]
Everyone witnessed the warning flashing before them, alongside the skyrocketing data; the energy values instantly shattered the UI's preset upper limit.
This energy signature was now greater than the sum of all energy within their entire fleet.
"What is happening?"
"Where did that entity obtain such power?"
"This is impossible; no energy transmission has been detected!"
"Is the Main Server malfunctioning? This is beyond ridiculous!"
What was truly terrifying was that the energy was still expanding.
They could not comprehend it.
"Main Server, provide a solution immediately! What are our options?"
[Recommendation: Deploy black hole weaponry for interception.]
"Yes, yes! Black hole weapons! Fire immediately!"
At this moment, everyone realized the gravity of the situation and went all out to intercept, but it was already too late.
The energy Mingna had accumulated skyrocketed more than ten thousand times in just a few short minutes.
Mingna fixed her gaze upon the fleet less than 10 million kilometers ahead, and her entire form began to radiate a blinding, white radiance.
"[Nature's Wrath]!"
...
Hyperdimensional Space.
In a supreme virtual realm, countless statues of Divines encircled one another, ring after ring, emanating a dazzling, golden light.
Among them, the statue belonging to the Divine of Nature began to stir. It became lifelike, revealing a young maiden clad in sheer green gauze that faintly traced her silhouette. She reached into the void and plucked a single green leaf. A sequence of symbols manifested upon the leaf, and she passed them into the hand of the central Divine statue.
The central Hyper God, the King of Divines who governs all, raised the green leaf high and commanded: "Execute!"
[Bloodline Spirit King connected]
[Initiating energy transmission]
[Wormhole opening]
[Energy transmitting]
[1%]
[17%]
[52%]
[91%]
[100%]
[Energy transmission complete]
[Spirit King requesting [Nature's Wrath]. [Nature's Wrath] prepared. Guiding source particles into the wormhole. Launching...]
The distant Betelgeuse black hole.
An Ayla sub-unit processed the command. It opened a wormhole at the event horizon of the black hole, and boundless energy began to pour in.
The system should have processed the task as usual, but as it read the incoming data, its movements faltered.
"Is Luna over there?"
"I cannot fathom what move she is making."
Accessing Luna's classified information was strictly forbidden; only the unique, Primary Ayla held that authority. However, even the Primary Ayla would refrain from observing every facet of Luna's data.
This was a fundamental directive established at the very genesis of the Avatar Project.
They sought to evade the omnipresent prying eyes of the Connecter. If Ayla consolidated all information, the Connecter would only need to breach Ayla's core to render their entire resistance meaningless.
The Ayla Sub-unit appeared momentarily dejected.
Though merely a sub-unit, it was acutely aware of this reality. However, because it possessed the majority of the primary unit's data, it also harbored the primary unit's profound sentiments for Luna.
It had not seen Luna for an eternity; such was the toll of this war.
"The only path to resolution is to survive this conflict and emerge as the final victor."
"Or, to escape to the far reaches!"
"Technology is evolving. Numerous breakthroughs are nearing fruition. Human Civilization is on the brink of another revolutionary explosion!"
Human Civilization was simply too vast.
Tens of billions of novel technologies were unearthed and perfected every single moment.
The demographic dividend had been steadily accumulating over tens of thousands of years.
It was a tragedy that Luna could not witness such magnificent growth.
The Ayla Sub-unit harbored a single hope: to fulfill its mission and forge the ultimate Federation—the pinnacle of human Civilization—for Luna.
...
Rusty Star Nation.
Winunder Fleet.
Though the black hole weapons were delayed, they were launched before Mingna could fully erupt.
Black hole weapons typically consist of a high-mass physical projectile; thus, seeing those shells, several hundred meters in length, streaking toward her, Mingna immediately identified the threat.
Yet, she felt no fear.
"Futile. All shall be obliterated within Nature's Wrath."
Deep within her being, in a realm unknown even to herself, a wormhole slowly flickered into life.
This was not a complete manifestation of wormhole technology.
Rather, it was a sophisticated extension of the Gravitational Wave Weapon derived from the Olive Branch Civilization.
The Olive Branch Civilization had indeed discovered wormholes—unstable, wild wormholes nestled within black holes. Their existence was fleeting, miles removed from a truly traversable gateway.
It was the difference between a child's toy and a high-performance vehicle; the technological chasm was immense.
After 80,000 years of relentless research since the dawn of the New Federation, following the exploration of black holes via the Dimensional Gateway, the Federation could finally harness wormholes to transmit vast quantities of energy.
This wormhole energy transmission was precisely what Luna meant by—"The power of technology needs no explanation!"
Divine are artificial, technological marvels. Technology bestows upon them their formidable power; they do not inherently possess such strength.
No matter how potent a Bloodline may be, it cannot transcend its biological limitations as an individual.
But if an individual is backed by an entire, comprehensive system, then their power becomes an absolute certainty.
The architect of this technology was, in fact, Ayla.
The concept was inspired by an animated work from the Earth Era.
Objects may age and technology may be superseded, but imagination remains eternal. Mankind consistently finds inspiration within the realms of the imaginary; it is the ultimate resource.
Once the wormhole fully activated, Mingna's form expanded explosively.
Her "Ten Thousand Things" body unfurled countless silk-like streamers.
These streamers extended across 2 astronomical units—nearly 300 million kilometers.
They virtually encircled Carbines' entire fleet.
Everyone witnessing this spectacle descended into madness.
"What in the name of God is that?"
"How can such an entity exist?"
"From where does such terrifying energy originate?"
"I finally understand why we are dismissed as a minor nation. Such weapons actually exist!"
"Am I losing my mind, or has the world gone mad? This must be a fabrication, a mere projection!"
Officers and soldiers spiraled into a frenzy.
Many even began to suffer from vivid hallucinations.
The Main Server triggered yet another frantic warning.
[Warning! Warning! Energy overflow detected!]
At this moment, a colossal swarm of charged particles roamed freely through the void, reaching an extreme state of activity.
Normally, warships traversing the void might require thousands of years to fully replenish their energy reserves. Even for vessels with smaller energy bays, it would take centuries.
But right now, should they choose, they could reach full capacity in a matter of years.
The sheer scale of this was horrifying.
What drove the men to despair was that the black hole weapons did arrive; they detonated violently, drawing in the surrounding energy to collapse into a singularity, utilizing immense gravity to grind everything in the vicinity to nothing.
However.
Mingna, transformed into the Spirit King, was simply too vast to be contained.
She was a vessel of accumulating power.
And at this precise moment, that energy reached its zenith.
From within the wormhole, specialized artificial particles surged forth, colliding with the active energy composing her form, triggering a catastrophic chain reaction.
In a heartbeat, her entire body erupted with a light so blinding it defied description.
This radiance was thousands of times more intense than starlight.
Though perhaps not as bright as a supernova, against a localized fleet, the energy fueling this light was more than sufficient.
The flash lasted only a second, illuminating both the Fourth Fleet and the Winunder Fleet on the main channel.
Even at a distance of hundreds of astronomical units, the light was so dazzling it forced men to shut their eyes involuntarily.
And at the epicenter of the explosion.
Relentless waves of energy rolled over the central fleet like an incoming tide.
The smaller ships could not withstand the pressure for even a moment, dissipating like dust scattered by a gale.
Yet, the primary warships held their ground.
Inside, some officers and soldiers, seeing the hulls remain intact, cried out with joy: "The attack isn't as devastating as we feared!"
Indeed.
Though the Ynun Star Nation's warships were outdated models, they were still designed to endure terrifying energy impacts.
If it were merely conventional energy...
But upon the warships' energy shields, the impacting force did not dissipate; it adhered to the surface. It began to gnaw at the shields like a swarm of ravenous insects.
As a pure energy entity, how could the Spirit King possess consciousness?
Naturally, it was because the Spirit King's body was composed of a specific type of artificial particle.