Deep in the distant starry sky.
Against the pitch-black backdrop of space, several planets resembled remains gnawed by a colossal beast.
Their surfaces were riddled with craters, their atmospheres long since dispersed.
Only one blue-gray planet still gave off a faint glow.
Kona Star.
This was the homeworld of the Kona Civilization, and the entire star system's last bastion.
On a moon-sized satellite of Kona Star, several unimaginably enormous Demon Clan creatures stood silently.
On the ground, ruined metal structures left behind by a technological civilization were faintly visible.
Behind them stood a densely packed, countless Demon Clan army.
Their bodies stretched for more than ten kilometers.
Their deep-purple skin was covered in dense growths and tentacles, the tip of every tentacle writhing slightly, as though ready to tear space apart at any moment.
Space-Jumping Beasts.
The rarest strategic-class troops in the Demon Clan army.
They could tear space apart and open wormhole passages between planets.
"Roar-!"
The Jumping Beast at the very front suddenly roared.
Sound waves could not travel through a vacuum, but through the Demon Clan's unique means of communication, the roar rang out in every demon's mind.
Its body began to swell, its muscles bulging and its tentacles flailing wildly.
The growths on its skin burst, spraying dark-purple blood.
The next second.
Its body abruptly collapsed inward!
"Vmmm-!"
A wormhole passage several kilometers wide was forcibly torn open.
The flesh-and-blood edges of the wormhole were still writhing, a chilling sight.
Such was the Jumping Beast, a magnificent disposable item, a masterpiece of evolution!
As soon as the wormhole opened, demons poured mined and refined energy ore into the fleshy troughs along its edges.
The dark-purple ore melted the instant it touched the flesh, turning into energy that kept the wormhole stable.
The other end of the