Creator Alliance.
Outer Domain Defense Line.
In the silent, tranquil depths of space, a star cluster consisting of dozens of planets was scattered across the void like billiard balls randomly placed on a pool table.
The surface of every planet was pockmarked, like an apple hollowed out by worms, utterly ruined.
Apart from the reddish-brown planet at the very center, which was still barely maintaining its rotation, the planets forcibly crammed into this region floated slowly like the remains of dead giant beasts.
Like a dead zone, this place held no trace of life.
A closer look revealed that the meteorite belt surrounding the planets was mixed with huge amounts of battleship wreckage and dried corpses. Under the influence of gravity, even these Fourth Order corpses would orbit the planets like artificial satellites.
"Bang! Bang bang bang!"
Heavy impacts rang out in dense succession like raindrops.
Inside the observation window of a battleship, a burly man wrapped entirely in Azure Battle Armor stared blankly at the corpses that kept smashing into the battleship.
The corpses shattered upon impact like dried wood, bursting into pieces as heads and arms flew in every direction.
The burly man's aura was powerful. Even though he was deliberately restraining it, the space around him seemed to be covered by a layer of glass, distorting slightly.
They had just finished jumping and were traveling through the meteorite belt like trucks speeding along a highway, with no idea how many "flies" they had killed along the way.
After a while, this Fifth Order powerhouse, whose strength had reached Planet Destroyer Level, finally could not hold back any longer and asked the captain behind him in a low voice.
"Is the Alliance's current situation really this bad?"
"I remember coming here three or four years ago. There were