True Form Descends

The Strategic Space Collapse Destruction Bomb, trailing a long tail of flame, was only a few meters long. Compared to the thousand-meter giant struggling within the breach in the World Garment, it was utterly insignificant.

Bzz...

The tiny Strategic Space Collapse Destruction Bomb tore through the sky and struck its target squarely in the chest. Then the heavens abruptly fell into an eerie, absolute silence, leaving only a tiny black sphere of spatial collapse fluctuations suspended in the air.

Rumble!

Amid a deafening, muffled roar, a stifling shockwave crashed head-on, followed by an unimaginable pulling force!

The black sphere contained an inconceivable tearing force. Some metal robots attempting to stop the terrifying giant from invading the Rotten World failed to escape its range. Even as blue counter-thrust flames erupted desperately from their legs, they were still dragged back by the spatial-collapse black sphere, twisted into metal balls that grew smaller and smaller before vanishing into the black sphere.

Inside the Void Mothership's combat command room.

The piercing "woo-la, woo-la, woo-la" alarms blared in chaos. Under Heavenly Net technology, the metal terminator commanders with autonomous independent thought issued combat-order warnings one after another.

"Stop advancing! Stop advancing! Evade the aftermath of the Space Collapse Destruction Bomb!"

"Transmit Void Mothership S3-level order: the Space Collapse Destruction Bomb cannot effectively strike the target. Halt all Space Collapse Destruction Bomb launches and allow the Void Mothership fleet to carry out close-range attacks."

Even the Heavenly Net Void Mothership was unwilling to expend too much energy from its internal dark-matter reactor to maintain its AT field defensive shield.

The massive, orderly fleet came to a halt in the sky.

At the center of the Space Collapse Destruction Bomb.

Under the astonishing pulling force, the Blood-Drinking Battleaxe Stigma Wizard wore an eerie smile. Ponza's crimson