Lynn's field of vision was once again pulled out into outer space.
His breathing quickened as he witnessed it all firsthand.
But before he could react, his vision blurred again, and the scene before him changed once more. This time, when he opened his eyes, he found himself in an empty expanse of outer space.
The wreckage of countless warships littered the orbital space. A brutal battle had clearly taken place here not long ago.
"The Forger, the God of Nuclear Power, was another technological deity who arose after the fall of the God of Ten Thousand Machines. He reached the power rank of an Ancient God two thousand years ago and provided all the technological support for the establishment of the Main Universe's defensive line. This is his home planet. Both he and the reinforcements sent by his Alliance were wiped out in the recent battle."
Inside a damaged small warship.
A short figure, most of whose flesh had been replaced by machinery, leaned against a wall in an interstitial compartment. The entire corridor was packed with the Polluters' army.
He was grievously wounded, and outside the warship floated the corpse of a Polluter Ancient God almost as large as the moon.
After this battle, he was the only one left.
With difficulty, he reached out and wiped the dust from the transparent glass, then struggled up to gaze at the stars outside.
The densely packed Polluter army had broken through their defenses and launched a full-scale invasion of every region of the planet. Even from outer space, the fires of war erupting across its surface were clearly visible.
There was a hint of despair in his eyes, and a hint of relief.
It was as though he had made a decision.
Dragging his failing body forward, he panted