Blue-white electromagnetic radiance carved a blinding trail several kilometers long through deep space.
The kinetic force was enough to slice a planet into pieces, carrying suffocating heat.
It directly tore a black-and-red vacuum corridor through the dead-silent expanse of space.
Momoshiki Ōtsutsuki stood atop the skeletal white battleship, the Chakra Fruit in his hand—still bearing a bite mark—giving off the sickly sweet stench of fermented rotten meat.
The flash of terror that had just crossed his pale golden Byakugan was suppressed by a surge of fury.
These natives who did not even understand interstellar jumps actually dared to fire upon the noble Ōtsutsuki Main Family?!
It was like slapping his fair, clean face hard with a muddy hand!
"Takamimusubi-no-Kami!"
Momoshiki roared, his voice carrying barely restrained madness.
He abruptly raised his right hand, and the red Rinnegan in his palm instantly opened.
An overwhelmingly powerful absorption field that ignored all laws of physics spread before the battleship like a gigantic bottomless pit.
"BOOM—!!!"
The thick blue electromagnetic cannon beam slammed solidly into that red vortex.
Violent energies collided.
The surrounding space was compressed until it let out repeated cracking groans.
Like two rusted iron plates grinding desperately against each other.
Momoshiki's face paled.
Veins bulged around the Rinnegan in his palm, squirming beneath his skin like bluish-green worms.
The energy coming from that electromagnetic cannon was fucking heavy!
And mixed within it was a bizarre, filthy presence that made his chakra pathways ache faintly.
This was not pure ninjutsu chakra at all. It was a fucking toxic hodgepodge of physics and bioweapons!
"Damn it! What filthy crap did these monkeys add to their attack?!"
Momoshiki gritted his teeth, the muscles in his cheeks twitching twice.
He forcibly absorbed that energy into his body, feeling sour liquid rise into his throat.