Seraphim Sword

Never had the power of an individual been so immense—immense enough to make the pinnacle combat strength of a technological civilization bow its head.

Perhaps such a scene could only be seen in animated videos.

Gorgeous crimson-gold streamers trailed through the dark starry sky, specks of energy scattering away and creating an extreme beauty instead.

As the twelve-winged Seraphim strolled through space, every attack seemed casual and carefree.

With a sword that looked almost like a joke, it lightly sliced open sturdy hulls, then casually kicked Fortress Cannons aside.

Energy weapons filled the sky, blanketing the space ahead like a curtain of light.

Yet it remained calm and composed, strolling through the starry sky.

It seemed slow, yet flashed forward again and again, rapidly closing in on the fortress core.

Even through the video, they could feel the crushing pressure bearing down on them.

Everyone in the Colossus Civilization was left speechless. They had never imagined that such a life-form existed in the universe.

Yes, they regarded it as a super life-form rather than a technological creation like a mech.

It was the instinctive thought of intelligent life. When faced with power they could not comprehend, they could not help but imagine it in supernatural terms.

When the Seraphim arrived before the fortress, its keen spiritual power could already achieve effects akin to miracles.

The Seraphim, which had been staring straight ahead, suddenly turned its head and looked directly at a camera.

Within its crimson-gold pupils, a golden flame seemed to be burning.

Like divine fire from legend, it passed through the circuitry and reached the screen.

It had seen them... The scene of the Colossus Civilization's command room appeared before it.

A miraculous, utterly unscientific power.

It was as though everything was connected and could become a conduit for