Amid the boundless sunlight, the nose of a silver-white Aerospace Fighter emerged, followed by countless others. Fighters formed an endless sea, with warships among them and carriers above them. Higher still, the Starry Sky Fortress dominated all directions.
Above the Starry Sky Fortress were steel city-ships.
Layer upon layer of formation patterns spread out, each independent yet linked to the others. Together they formed a colossus spanning hundreds of thousands of kilometers of starry sky, its might bearing down on the entire domain.
The supreme ruler of this cluster of worlds was on the move!
As it passed one minor world after another, one medium world after another, the native powerhouses within bowed respectfully. They lowered their heads and let that searing, destructive light sweep over them, over the powerhouses around them, and over their entire worlds.
Their souls trembled, but they dared not resist. They did not even dare let their bodies shake, for fear of drawing another glance from that supreme being.
"Ah..."
"No! I'm the deputy commander of the Demonstone Minor World conscription corps! You can't kill me without authorization..."
A moment later, shrill cries rang out across the world. The bowed powerhouses grew even more afraid, though some dared to glance around from the corners of their eyes.
There stood a Tiger Race powerhouse they had once known well.
Sunlight reduced his tiger body to ash, exposing a tiger soul that fled frantically in every direction. Yet there was nowhere to hide beneath the sun. The outermost layer of his soul melted like snow and ice, peeled away by force as though by ten thousand cuts.
Beneath those layers of soul, something utterly alien was exposed.
It was a strange maggot with an old man's head and a pale, tender body.
"Useless..."
"...Useless... Hahaha... Useless... This