With the entire Brotherhood mobilized, they launched a vicious strike against the enemy's lair.
But Diakum had only just returned. He had no idea which dimension that pirate ship had taken him to, which region of the multiverse he was in, or even who the enemy was.
But that did not really matter.
There were far too many gods, bizarre organizations, and colossal beings scattered across the multiverse. Who had the patience to identify them one by one?
In Black Shaw's words, there was no need to understand the grudge between his side and the enemy, nor to think about boring things like justice and evil. Just charge with your brothers!
"In this chaotic, murky world, there's no time to figure out good from evil. And there's only one kind of justice in my heart! Whoever blocks your path is an evil bastard who must be purified!"
That was what he had said before the battle began.
Before Vigilant could refute him, Naglfar howled out of the Void tide like a torpedo amid the pirate captain's mad laughter as he stood at the prow, embracing destruction, and slammed viciously into the walls of a colossal castle steeped in darkness.
So that ram installed on a ship capable of sailing underwater was meant for this, right?
When necessary, it could even turn into a siege weapon?
This ship was far too versatile, wasn't it?
"Charge!"
As Naglfar shattered the enemy's psionic barrier and blasted a passage through the ninety-nine-layered wall, the Tyrant flexed his arms, drained his liquor in one gulp, and roared as he transformed into a crimson meteor that crashed into the wall. Thunderous curses immediately erupted from within.
The entire dimension began to tremble, reflecting the suffering shadows of countless worlds.
"We'll kill the enemy up ahead. You