"Three days are up."
Sulu raised his head. "Time to set off... I'm a man of my word."
He stood up.
Countless pieces of metal, wood, and even unknown materials gathered beneath him, continuously spreading outward and forming a massive hull.
The ship resembled an ancient sailing vessel, yet it was incomparably enormous—one thousand meters long. It hovered in midair, dense mist pouring from all around it.
Void Demon Spirits darted freely through it, letting out piercing howls.
"Go. Hunt to your hearts' content."
Sulu waved his hand and sat back down upon the throne formed of bones, resting his chin on his left hand.
Rumble.
The ship let out a roar and began traveling through the void.
At that moment.
Who knew how many factions detected the disturbance and used technological and mysterious means to send the news back, throwing the response departments into utter chaos.
"The target is on the move!"
"Direction... Avery City!"
"Quick... stop him!"
Hysterical roars rose from high-level meetings throughout the Federation, but they were useless.
Sulu's Hunting Ship continued advancing toward its target without hesitation.
Moving at a speed almost like teleportation, Avery City soon appeared within Sulu's sight.
"Oh? There are still people who don't know when to quit?"
Looking at the city, where traces of human activity could still faintly be seen, Sulu waved his hand.
The next moment, an endless legion of Demon Spirits was about to charge into the city and begin a wanton slaughter.
"Wait."
At that moment, the void rippled, and several figures appeared. "Turing... what exactly are you planning to do?"
Sulu wore a surprised expression. "Wasn't I clear enough? I want to destroy this world..."
He stared at these warriors, the corners of his lips slowly curling upward.
An inexplicable curse emerged and descended