Meanwhile, outside the Adam Three Star System.
"A soft rustling sound... a gentle, gurgling sound..."
In the silent vacuum, a life-giving rhythm, as if born from the soul, suddenly resounded.
The level of this rhythm is so high that it can transcend galaxies, light-years, and spread to surrounding galaxies.
But within such a high rhythm of life lies not the ultimate truth of heaven and earth, nor the majestic holiness of the gods, but rather a series of muffled, unpleasant, chaotic, and unidentified babblings!
The malice and chaos mixed in these delirious words are so intense that just hearing them causes a splitting headache, and careful observation leads to mental disorientation. If one is immersed in these delirious words for a long time, various bizarre changes will occur on the body: blood-red eyes will grow on the body, limbs will become deformed and strange, and even the flesh and blood will be unable to withstand the radiation of this life level, and will completely collapse into a wriggling lump of minced flesh.
This sound did not come from the mouth, but was produced by the writhing of a gigantic, fleshy alien creature the size of an entire small galaxy!
"Damn it, this Aberrant Star System is writhing again! Release Gore immediately and destroy all the tentacles and monsters around it!" An angry roar echoed in the massive galactic base command center.
Archbishop Blair, the supreme commander who had taken over command from His Holiness Abraham, was now staring furiously at the image of a galaxy projected on the screen and roaring.
The image before them was a colossal monster, a fusion of the Adam Three Star System, which they called the Aberrant Star System.
In the entire thumbnail of the galaxy, the enormous galaxy, which is more than a hundred astronomical units in size ( the Solar System one hundred and twenty astronomical units), has become a twisted, flat lump of flesh.
Its surface was covered with blood and filth, and fleshy tentacles of various sizes resembled the flagella of microorganisms, densely covering the entire surface.
These flagella constantly wriggle, occasionally catching tiny meteorites in the surrounding space, which they then pull back onto the massive fleshy body. The fleshy body, covered in blood and gore, slowly submerges these meteorites like a swamp upon contact, and soon after, streams of blood spurt from the bloody gore where it has been devoured, falling back onto the fleshy surface to become part of its body.
It truly resembles a microorganism—E. coli—with its flagella wriggling, engulfing matter and absorbing it through the cell membrane...
Furthermore, various small, mutated life forms are constantly being squeezed out from its body surface, densely covering the surface.
However, most of them were swept into a pulp by the monster's body hairs, or tentacles, and returned to its body. Only a very small number were flung into space along the waving tentacles and spread in space.
Most of these tiny Aberration in space died one after another because they could not adapt to the environment, and many more were thrown in other directions. Only a small number were thrown towards the current fleet. Even so, this one in ten thousand number was still like an endless swarm of insects!
Even such a small amount of scraps has already forced humanity to exert all its strength. If all the mutated creatures secreted were thrown at us, the fleet would probably have been completely destroyed by now, and humanity's defenses would have collapsed entirely.
If that vast galaxy were to enter the human world, it would truly be a catastrophe for humanity!
This is why the previous rescue orders were so urgent, demanding support and prohibiting the emergence of a second galactic life form.
Upon hearing Archbishop Blair's words, the attendants below immediately retorted, "No, Your Excellency! His Majesty is still fighting against that enormous flesh and blood. Releasing Gore will not only harm that massive creature, but will also damage His Majesty!"
Gore —the artificial sun previously released by the Human Federation —had caused some damage to Abraham's body.
"Shut up! Your Majesty is a Sixth Stage powerhouse. The so-called ultimate weapon of mankind is nothing more than an ant trying to shake a tree! If we do not release Gore to eliminate these numerous Aberration, it will be a true catastrophe when they invade the human star system!"
"By my command, unleash the Gore along the perimeter of this monster's body, and burn this bottomless filth to ashes!"
At Archbishop Blair's command, thousands of ships sped out from behind.
"Protect the ship to its designated location, and may all of you return to the Pale Throne!" Archbishop Blair's words were firm and his faith unwavering. However, the Gore, a terrifying weapon of mass destruction, required an extremely high blast radius. In the past, when the Human Federation used it, it always resulted in the sacrifice of an entire ship's crew.
The starry sky is now filled with Aberration. Even if one uses space jump to reach a designated location, there is a risk of being destroyed by these Aberration before the weapon explodes. Therefore, the Pale Church has also chosen to sacrifice humans to ensure that the Gore weapon is not destroyed before it explodes.
These thousands of spaceships were the fuel that protected Gore until he was completely destroyed.
A dense rain of light descended in an instant. Hundreds of millions of spaceships formed a barrier-like formation, frantically focusing their fire on the Aberration swarm attacking from afar. Various laser rains, missile rains, and even explosions of fire ripped through the universe. Although there was no sound, the scene was still tragic yet magnificent!
Amidst the hail of bullets and the life-or-death struggle that lasted for several days, a blazing light finally shone in the distant darkness of the universe, growing ever larger and hotter.
The spacecraft automatically generates a heat shield, and its interior is sprayed with dense, cool air to prevent it from becoming a sauna.
Ten suns, which would be considered brilliant even in the cosmic environment, rise slowly from a single point, twinkling like the most dazzling starlight, a song of life's decline.
The universe was silent, but everyone knew that these ten suns had caused considerable damage to that Star System Aberration.
Because it began to murmur incoherently again, the pain contained within it was crystal clear.
"Hiss... Ahhh..."
Even the number of incoming Aberration decreased instantly, dropping to less than 10%, and is still declining.
According to the scene shown in the projected image, the enormous mass of flesh, which was the size of an entire galaxy, had large areas of its body burned by radiation, and even several cracks had been blasted out, from which thick, yellowish-brown blood flowed out. Even Pope Abraham, who was wrapped in its flesh, had reappeared.
"Good!"
Archbishop Blair stared intently at the projected image, and when he saw His Majesty Abraham, whose flesh had exploded and whose hands were still outstretched, desperately trying to stop the Aberration from advancing, a roar erupted from his mouth.
The Pope of the Human Federation, the Pope of the Pale Church —this supreme human being, such a noble figure, at this moment, or rather, from the moment this flesh and blood creature was born until now, every single moment, has been using his own strength to fight against this mutated monster, single-handedly upholding hope for humanity!
Such a scene is incredibly uplifting!
Even a noble figure like the Pope fought on the front lines, single-handedly resisting 99% of the power of this behemoth. How could his followers not be driven mad by it?
"For the Pope! For the Pale God!!!"
"I will defend the Church's sublime faith with my barren soul!!!"
"Kill! May my soul return to the Pale Throne!"
Such a scene would undoubtedly uplift the spirits of the Pale Church's followers. They would shout for dedication and holiness, and with their most devout and sublime faith, they would launch a frenzied attack on the wave of Aberration that was sweeping in again.
In this thrilling moment, accompanied by wave after wave of spatial fluctuations, countless magnificent fleets appeared one after another in the distant void.
"Requesting a link to the Supreme Command, I am Bishop Churchill, the first support commander of the Human Federation, requesting to join the battle, for the sake of Pale God!"