The scale was terrifying, the action coordinated. Even the gravitational waves stirred by it shifted the stars' positions. This was the Amoeba collective's unified cooperation after the wormhole network had been established.
From this moment onward, doom descended upon both cultivators and the races of gods throughout the galaxy.
At this time, in a star system governed by one of the races of gods, the divine army patrolling near the third planet's low orbit was changing shifts.
The divine army consisted of divine soldiers, spiritual domain users selected by the races of gods from among their dependents.
However, unlike the races of gods, they did not use spiritual domains directly. Instead, they used the races of gods as intermediaries, revering them as "Spiritual Sovereigns."
During wartime, these divine armies formed from dependent races were ideal cannon fodder. During peacetime, they could also guard the territories of the races of gods and maintain order.
"It's time to change shifts."
"Let me see your token."
"Here... What's going on?! What is this light? It's blinding!"
The divine soldier who was about to hand over his transfer order suddenly had his vision swallowed by blinding light.
The stationed soldier to react first hurriedly shouted.
"Something's wrong! Report it immediately!"
The idea was wonderful, but reality was cruel. The Successors had chosen this particular faster-than-light emergence point precisely to prevent any news from leaking out and to resolve everything silently.
The star systems the Successors had yet to mine had all been thoroughly surveyed long ago. Thus, without conducting any prior investigation, they could directly enter those systems with pinpoint accuracy through faster-than-light travel, guided by the coordinates on their star charts.
Before they even felt the heat, the entire garrison in low planetary orbit was dehydrated by the massive gamma-ray exposure, collectively turning