In outer space, still quite a distance from the Ancient Blue Gate World, interstellar vessels began emerging one by one from the wormhole. At first, there were only ten, but soon they became tens, then hundreds, until the number reached more than two hundred vessels of various sizes. However, all of them were still large enough to carry hundreds of thousands, and even millions, of people.
This was the devils' armada, finally arriving at the central star cluster after a journey of more than three weeks. At the forefront of the massive armada, Rulleus gazed at the Ancient Blue Gate World, which could already be seen in the distance through his window.
He smiled coldly, knowing the time for war had finally come, before turning his eyes toward a recording crystal that would broadcast his figure to the entire army standing by inside the vessels. The broadcast spread across the armada, and all of the devils could see him.
