The female Vanya's body was soft, and she exuded an intoxicatingly sweet fragrance. Jensen felt rather good being gently held by her, though the scene was somewhat bizarre.
The enraged aberrations pounded against the barrier, clamoring to kill the female Vanya. Yet not a single aberration noticed that the Vanya was pressed against Jensen's back, her beautiful head close to his ear as she whispered to him.
As time rapidly passed, atop the towering peaks across this planet, each equipped with a "Temporary Prison," all the captured, furious aberrations seemed to sense something. They raised their heads in unison and looked toward the sky.
Several enormous rifts suddenly appeared in the heavy clouds, and within each rift, a colossal shadow slowly descended.
Those shadows were warships—terrifying warships beyond compare.
The surfaces of those warships were covered in viscous, writhing skin, strewn with swaying blackish-green hair. One murky yellow eyeball after another slowly opened from its closed state, while surging waves of terror poured from these warships that resembled the bodies of indescribable evil gods.
"They're here!"
The instant these "Evil God Warships" descended, every prison barrier vanished without a sound.
Yet not a single prey within the barriers fled.
Jensen bizarrely discovered that they had temporarily lost themselves. They stood there blankly, their bodies trembling frantically, terror in their eyes nearly overflowing.
This even included a voluptuous "succubus" not far in front of Jensen. A race with such immense Mental Power had lost its ability to resist after merely glancing at the warships.
The reason Jensen was immune was naturally the Truth Hunting Rifle in his hand.
He watched the warships that resembled the bodies of evil gods. Their outer skin writhed as though laying eggs, forcibly squeezing out enormous oval egg sacs. Within each sac was a bizarre body