The Kaleidoscope had yet to arrive, but Luxury Gaia Planet was already ablaze with war.
To the many Primitive Races looking up at the heavens, it was like a God War.
Beyond the atmosphere, bizarre Anunnaki "angels"—some with eagle heads and human bodies, some with human faces and bird bodies, some as winged balls of light, some as flaming wheels—were battling countless invisible enemies.
The Primitive Races had limited eyesight. It was nearly impossible for them to clearly observe high-energy combat hundreds of thousands of kilometers away, much less see pirates deliberately concealed from view.
Only when some pirates unleashed Antimatter cannons or Genesis Death Rays could they glimpse a fraction of it and sense just how terrifying the battle beyond the sky was.
A million living beings looked up in shock and saw beams of high-energy particles skimming past the planet's atmosphere, tearing open the sky itself. The clouds were neatly forced apart, like a wound being squeezed until it split open.
The lingering glow of Genesis-level Death Rays made them think a sun had exploded. Dazzling white light spilled from wounds in ruptured metal shells, forming curtains of light between heaven and earth like walls reaching into the skies.
To the Primitive Races, who regarded the Anunnaki as supreme gods, every move in the battle above seemed capable of ending the world.
The "angels" and "Sun Gods" who had once seemed nearly invincible to them now fell from the sky like burning scraps of cloth!
"Boom!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The Wanderer Marauder Gang descended first. Every one of them was a silicon-based giant, their bodies ninety percent superconductive matter.
They fell from the heavens, pierced through plasma clouds, trailing sparks and lightning as they slammed into Luxury Gaia Planet's surface.
Like meteors, they smashed mushroom clouds into the