Benjamin's golden vertical eye opened to its fullest between his brows, layers upon layers of law patterns reflected in its dark-gold pupil.
The intelligence fed back by the alert array swiftly reorganized itself within his consciousness.
Then he saw the scene transmitted by the alert array.
It was a fleet, out in the Endless Chaotic Void beyond the Plane Barrier of the Purgatory Sulfur Plane.
Over a thousand warships of varying shapes raced through the void.
Their hulls gleamed with a cold metallic luster amid the chaotic elemental currents, and their designs were utterly unlike those of Wizard Civilization.
Dense arrays of light patterns covered their hulls, every one of them flickering rhythmically as though breathing.
The fleet formation was drawn together with extreme compactness. The surrounding energy fluctuations had been precisely regulated, allowing the entire fleet to maintain a stable course through the void currents.
They were moving extremely fast.
Judging by their direction of travel, there was no doubt that they were headed straight for the Purgatory Sulfur Plane.
Benjamin's pupils contracted slightly.
An invasion.
It was an invasion.
It really was an invasion.
Someone—some civilization—was launching an invasion against his plane.
The warships' sailing posture, formation structure, and energy regulation methods—every detail indicated that this was an armed fleet with a clear combat objective.
The energy fluctuation data collected by the detection array from those warships began pouring into his consciousness without end.
Most of the warships had scattered, weak energy fluctuations. The energy level of a single vessel did not even meet the minimum standard required to travel independently through the Endless Chaotic Void.
The elemental currents of the Endless Chaotic Void would tear apart any existence with an energy level below Level Six.
These warships could travel safely only by relying on some kind of