The fated collision between the Great Old Ones and the core of the Titan civilization did not merely cause a tremor in the star domain; it was the wail of the universe's rules.
That throbbing, transcending the limits of space-time dimensions, was like the universe's own heartbeat being fiercely squeezed and twisted, instantly spreading to all corners, crushing the Alliance's brief respite and illusory hope to dust.
Inside the Unyielding's bridge.
Piercing alarms shrieked like death throes, data streams on the screens were chaotic, and the physical constant monitor blared madly before falling silent.
Trigg's pupils suddenly contracted; beneath his frozen face was a chilling coldness, almost freezing, born from his soul being shaken by that immense power.
As the most outstanding Viltrum Warrior, he understood instantly!
This was the final reckoning of the universe's epochal rulers!
The Alliance, and all remaining living beings, were merely moths on the edge of this feast of the end, ready to be consumed by the embers at any moment.
"All fleet! Full combat readiness!"
"Target, the source of the anomalous rule disturbance!"
Trigg's voice, like cold iron grinding, cut through the chaos on the bridge.
"Inform all territories: the Great Old Ones have begun war with the core of the Titan civilization, and the aftermath is enough to annihilate reality!"
"We… have no right to be spectators!"
His gaze, sharp as a knife, pierced the absolute desolate star domain on the star map, which was being fiercely torn apart by the primal forces of chaos and order.
"Reason?"
Trigg's lips curved into an almost cruel arc.
"The Titan Clan's rule bulwark is the only known cage capable of temporarily imprisoning the Old Japanese Body and weakening the spread of its corruption."
"To sit by and watch the Titan Bulwark collapse would mean the Old Japanese Body would be unrestrained, and its corruption would exponentially erode the entire observable universe!"
"The Alliance's intervention is not to save the Titan Clan, but to buy time, to secure the last sliver of survival for all living beings on the edge of this battlefield of gods, even if it's just scraping off a bit of grime from the Old Japanese Body!"
The Alliance's massive war machine, with a resolve to die, engines overloaded, charged headlong into that wound of the universe.
When the Alliance fleet arrived at the edge of the battlefield, the sight before them made even the most resolute warriors feel their own insignificance and despair.
This was no longer a battlefield, but a meat grinder of cosmic rules!
The warp and weft of space were torn, shredded, and woven into patterns of nightmare.
Time was like a broken hourglass, sometimes solidified, sometimes surging like a torrent; physical laws here failed and were rebuilt, bizarre and fantastic.
At the center, it was the ultimate collision of two unimaginable primal forces.
The form of the Old Japanese Body was indescribable, like an ever-expanding chaotic core composed of boiling galaxies, twisted flesh, mad will, and endless dimensional rifts.
Each of its wriggles and roars released a torrent of defilement that annihilated reality and corrupted rules.
Its attacks were not aimed at the Alliance, but at its sworn enemy.
The Titan Bulwark!
It stretched out colossal tentacles made of pure chaotic energy, capable of coiling around galaxies; each strike violently shook the Titan Bulwark, and its dark golden light was eroded by defilement!
The Titan's miniature cosmic bubble was a geometric singularity composed of pure, highly condensed rules of order, emitting a cold, heavy, deathly silent yet stubbornly resisting dark golden light.
It was like an isolated island in a storm; the surface of the bulwark was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, where pure rule-force and the Old Japanese Body's chaotic corruption fiercely clashed and annihilated each other.
It did not attack, only absolutely defended and purified; each flash of the rule bulwark attempted to repair the cracks and purify the invading defilement.
And in the gaps between the collision of the two primal forces, terrifying byproducts spread like a plague.
Deadly wounds torn open by Taviel, scattered throughout the void!
These rifts were like ulcers of the universe, from which poured an endless stream of Old Japanese Body derivatives.
Defiled energy bodies, solidified from chaotic energy, like twisted ghosts, immune to physical attacks, spreading mental contamination.
Flesh aberration aggregates, formed from matter instantly corrupted by the Old Japanese Body's power, indescribable in form, forcibly glued together from rock, metal, and biological remnants, full of physical destructive power.
Everyone in the Alliance understood that their mission was not to challenge gods, but to clean the mold growing at the gods' feet and to dodge the sparks that flew when the gods waved their arms!
Trigg and the main fleet approached the edge of the core battlefield as much as possible, establishing mobile defensive nodes, using ship cannons and the "Titan's Fist" weapon system to intercept and destroy large defiled energy bodies and giant flesh aberration aggregates attempting to rush towards the Titan Bulwark's cracks and accelerate its collapse!
At the same time, they utilized the powerful shields and maneuverability of their ships to protect themselves and allies from the deadly rule fragment storms!
Trigg even entered the fray himself.
When the Unyielding's cannons were insufficient to deal with certain extremely dangerous, fast-approaching giant targets near the bulwark cracks, or when encountering powerful rule fragment clusters.
Trigg would activate his specially designed Abyssal Walker power armor, combining Viltrum bio-technology with top-tier engineering.
This armor was deep purple all over, with ferocious lines, and its massive mechanical arms were equipped with special "Titan's Fist" amplifiers.
He shot out from the Unyielding like a purple meteor, with superhuman speed and strength, using iron fists imbued with Titan rule-force to smash those threats before they could get close to the bulwark!
Each sortie came with immense risk; spatial turbulence and rule fragments were like bone-scraping steel blades, but in his eyes, there was only cold calculation and resolute will.
To buy one more second for the Titan Bulwark was to buy one more second for the universe!
White Lion's battlefield was more free and ferocious.
It disliked the confinement of a ship and traversed the chaotic void in its physical body.
Its targets were primarily the giant flesh aberration aggregates that poured out of the rifts and posed a great threat to the fleet, as well as the small energy tentacles with highly spatial-distorting properties that occasionally emanated from Taviel's avatar.
This was the maximum harassment it could inflict on this Outer God's subordinate.
It was like a destructive hurricane, tearing apart aggregates with claws and fangs, and dispersing energy tentacles with pure force.
Each of its pounces was awe-inspiring, but against this cosmic backdrop, it was more like a fierce beast biting at rolling boulders while fighting a landslide.
In its golden vertical pupils, unyieldingness and extreme battle intent burned; it could feel the suffocating might of the core battlefield, which was the prey it craved!
But the reality was, it had to clear these minor enemies.
Allen and the Earth GDA forces of the sub-fleet had their battlefield further out, relatively safer, but the pressure was equally immense.
Their mission was to clear the most numerous small and medium-sized defiled energy bodies and flesh aberrations, and to establish temporary defense lines to prevent more derivatives from pouring into the battlefield through newly torn rifts.
At the same time, they needed to be constantly vigilant and evade the irregularly erupting rule fragment storms.
Allen commanded with composure, his voice hoarse but firm.
He witnessed warships self-destruct as crew members went mad under the mental contamination of energy bodies, and disintegrate under the brute force impact of aggregates.
He used the "Titan's Fist" to pinpoint and eliminate key targets, carrying the heavy responsibility of protecting the home behind him.
Eve and Rudy led Earth's elites equipped with "Titan's Fist" melee attachments.
Eve was like lightning, her gauntlets purifying and annihilating energy bodies with precise and deadly movements, her eyes filled with the obsession to protect.
Rudy roared, smashing aggregates with heavy weapons, his armor damaged, arms bloody, but his battle intent was high, fighting for the survival of humanity.
Sesser and the roped-in Immortal had the most abstract battlefield.
They were like cosmic repairmen, their figures flickering in the void.
Their targets were the high-risk dimensional rifts, torn open by Taviel's avatar, which were expanding and releasing deadly rule turbulence.
Using technology provided by the Alliance, they painstakingly stitched up these wounds of the universe, preventing more derivatives from pouring in and the rule storms from intensifying.
Their faces bore an ancient weariness and compassion; each action consumed immense energy, but they knew that stabilizing the spatial structure was the foundation for the survival of the fringe battlefield.
The battle continued without a moment's pause for nine standard days.
For the Alliance, it was a hellish torment.
The Unyielding at the core's edge was riddled with scars, its deep purple armor covered in horrifying dents and tears, and several shield generators had overloaded and burned out.
Trigg's Abyssal Walker armor was severely damaged during an interception of a super-giant rule fragment cluster; the mechanical structure of his left arm was exposed, sparking with electricity, and purple blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, yet every command he issued was still precise as a knife.
He witnessed a capital ship grazed by an escaping Old Japanese Body energy tentacle, instantly transforming into a twisted sculpture of metal and flesh, then disintegrating.
His heart was cold as iron, sustained only by the will to buy time.
White Lion's fur, once like snow, was dull, with several bone-deep wounds oozing viscous blood, cut by rule fragments or injured by powerful aggregate self-explosions.
It tore apart target after target, but facing the abyssal might of the core battlefield, it felt an unprecedented sense of insignificance and rage!
It let out a defiant roar at the Old Japanese Body, but its voice was drowned in the roar of rules, so it could only vent its fury on the derivatives before it, each bite carrying an unwilling wildness.
Allen's sub-fleet on the outer perimeter suffered heavy losses, the remaining ships like flickering candles in the wind.
Eve's Titan gauntlets completely shattered after an overloaded attack, and she continued to fight using energy, her body covered in scars.
Rudy's heavy weapon ammunition ran out, leaving him to rely on the brute force of his power armor and melee weapons, his armor damaged in multiple places.
Sesser and Immortal's figures grew increasingly weak; the backlash from forcibly stitching high-risk rifts had damaged their primal essence.
Finally, the tenth day arrived!
At the core battlefield, the collision between the Old Japanese Body and the Titan Clan reached a terrifying peak!
The Great Old Ones' chaotic core suddenly expanded, and a torrent of defilement, composed of pure annihilation will, powerful enough to erase galaxies, slammed into the Titan Bulwark!
The Titan Bulwark erupted in a final, brilliant dark-golden glow, like a dying ember's last flare; countless profound geometric runes appeared and rotated, forming the ultimate shield of rules!
Boom—!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This impact, its power far exceeded any before!
The space of the entire star domain shattered like glass, inch by inch, and time turbulence formed a raging vortex!
An indescribable shockwave, a mixture of chaotic defilement and orderly purification, containing the universe's primal information, suddenly spread out at superluminal, super-dimensional speeds!
This shockwave swept through the Solar System.
Near Earth's orbit, members of an Earth GDA squad, struggling to evade a rule fragment, suddenly felt their souls violently struck, and the alarm inside their helmets became twisted and strange.
On the Unyielding's bridge, all screens instantly became static, and physical parameters wildly fluctuated.
The blood-soaked White Lion suddenly raised its head, looking in a certain direction, a strange throb flashing in its golden vertical pupils.
And deep within the core of the sun…
That sleeping consciousness, enveloped by pure stellar energy, was disturbed by this special fluctuation, which contained the most primal conflict frequencies of the Old Japanese Body's chaos and the Titan's order.
It was as if a giant, who had slept for billions of years, was awakened by the most intense quarrel at its ear.
A faint but supremely majestic wave of will, like a stone dropped into a calm lake, quietly rippled within the sun's corona.
The activity of giant sunspots instantly intensified, as if an eye… was slowly opening.
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