The black Dragon Claw descending from the sky resembled a demonic mountain flowing with high-temperature lava.
The Dragon Claw's first target was not London City, but the "Mythical Celestial Body" suspended in midair as a temporary satellite.
Its owner was the Tenth Primordial—Vader Cousins.
Vader and a large number of alien demon clans from outer space were living inside the celestial body, secretly carrying out a plan.
Faced with the terrifying Dragon Claw about to descend, they could barely withstand it by drawing upon all the celestial body's energy to activate its defenses. However, doing so would consume an enormous amount of energy and force the alien demon industry inside to shut down.
Vader, make a decision quickly! It'll be too late if you wait any longer... That opponent is a King with destructive power.
The Mythical Celestial Body's voice echoed in the ears of the red-haired young man. The miniature celestial body in his chest was spinning at high speed.
Our link is indispensable to the battle plan. Wait a little longer!
Vader stared at the ever-descending Dragon Claw, enduring all the pressure.
What he saw was the longer-term battle plan. He delayed giving the order to activate the celestial body's defensive barrier... The forces under his command were also utterly fearless of death, silently watching the continually descending Dragon Claw.
At the critical moment.
London—the Thames River. The once-clear water was instantly Stained Black, even bubbling continuously like boiling water.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
One after another, swollen tentacles over ten meters in diameter grew wildly from the river's surface. The oily-black tentacles bore faint dark script, symbols of some ancient ritual.
Just before the Mythical Celestial Body was about to be destroyed.
More than eighty thick Dark Tentacles wrapped around the Dragon Claw... Bzz!
For a moment, rings