Mark's figure, tiny as a speck of dust, yet carrying the terrifying power to tear through the void, instantly appeared directly in front of the Old Japanese Body's chaotic core, which obscured the galaxy!
There was no probing, no declaration.
Only the purest, most brutal outpouring of power!
He twisted his waist and threw a punch!
The movement was incredibly simple, yet it contained a mighty power capable of shaking the very foundations of the stars!
The space in front of his fist didn't twist; instead, it was instantly crushed and collapsed by the extreme force.
A miniature spatial singularity, visibly devouring light inward, accompanied by a piercing sound of spacetime shattering, like a scar on the universe, slammed fiercely into the churning, boiling, filthy flesh!
Boom—!!!!!!!!!!
This collision was fundamentally different from the clash of the Old Japanese Titans!
The Old Japanese Titans' clash was the annihilation of the primordial chaos and order, like the melting of ice and fire.
But Mark's punch was pure, brutal, and the ultimate destruction at the level of physical rules!
The collapsing spatial singularity, like the most gluttonous glutton, instantly devoured a large area of filthy flesh; this was not an energy cancellation, but the complete disintegration and annihilation of matter's structure!
The Old Japanese Body's immensely vast core was, for the first time, literally gouged out.
Filthy pus and shattered, maddening will splattered out like a breaking dam, emitting a silent wail capable of extinguishing stars!
The entire chaotic core convulsed and contracted violently!
"Roar—!!!!"
The Great Old Ones' wrathful will, beyond cosmic comprehension, swept forth like a storm; it utterly locked onto Mark.
This tiny insect, yet possessing strange power, was actually able to truly harm its origin!
The threat level instantly rose to be on par with, or even higher than, the Titan Bulwark!
Because the Titan Bulwark merely contained, while Mark inflicted real damage!
Countless filthy rays, composed of pure chaotic energy and capable of piercing stars, shot out from all directions of the chaotic core like enraged vipers, aimed directly at Mark.
At the same time, more violent waves surged on the surface of the chaotic core, attempting to repair the wound torn by the spatial singularity and releasing even more concentrated pollution, trying to erode Mark's pure, scorching stellar body.
Mark, having struck successfully, did not linger in battle.
His molten-gold eyes were as calm as the moment before a supernova explosion; he knew that his current power was not enough to completely destroy the Old Japanese Body, especially when it retaliated with full force.
The moment the filthy rays were about to hit him, his figure vanished into thin air again—a spatial jump!
The next instant, he appeared near a massive crack in the Titan Bulwark.
This was precisely where Taviel tore most violently, and where the Old Japanese pollution had permeated most severely!
"Fulfill your promise! Titan!"
Mark's mental fluctuations, like a grand bell, directly slammed into the Titan Bulwark's cold consciousness core.
"Purify this place! Suppress the pollution! Leave the repair of the crack to me!"
The cold will within the Titan Bulwark fluctuated violently.
Mark's appearance, the power he displayed, and especially his direct attack on the Old Japanese Body, all continuously updated the weighting in the cold logic formulas.
Deep-seated hatred still burned in the core, but the priority formula for survival and revenge clearly showed.
Cooperating with Mark at this moment was the most efficient!
"Accept… agreement…"
The cold mental message carried a hint of reluctant compromise.
On the Titan Bulwark, at the edge of that massive crack, pure dark-golden rule light instantly surged!
Countless intricate geometric runes spread and intertwined like living things, forming a huge net of purification, fiercely pressing down on the filthy energy and Old Japanese derivatives that were madly pouring into the crack.
It was like a red-hot branding iron pressed onto rotting flesh, sizzling!
The pollution was temporarily contained, and the expansion of the crack was forcibly halted.
It's my turn!
The molten-gold light in Mark's eyes flared!
He suddenly turned, facing Taviel, that mass twisting and writhing near the crack, exuding a blasphemous spatial aura!
Taviel!
The strongest servant under the Old Japanese Body, the outer god avatar in charge of doors and paths, he felt a deadly threat!
The constantly shifting core of the collective, made of twisted doorways, violently contracted and expanded, emitting even more chaotic spatial fluctuations.
He tried to tear open more dimensional rifts, create chaos, and even wanted to directly open a door of exile to beyond the universe!
But Mark wouldn't give him the chance!
"Close it!"
Mark uttered a low growl, not to Taviel, but to himself.
He suddenly tore at the void on both sides with his hands!
Rip—!!!!
A scalp-numbing sound of space tearing rang out, but this time, it was not Taviel tearing space, but Mark, with his brutally unreasonable strength, forcibly confining and stitching all spatial dimensions around Taviel's avatar!
Around Taviel's avatar, it was as if an invisible, absolutely solidified crystal had been poured.
His proud ability to manipulate space was instantly suppressed to its limit; all the tearing rifts were suddenly stopped from expanding, as if their throats had been choked!
Taviel's avatar let out a sharp, piercing shriek filled with shock, anger, and pain!
His core flashed madly, trying to break free from this terrifying spatial confinement.
"Your tricks end here!"
Mark's figure appeared in front of Taviel's avatar's core as if teleporting; he punched again!
This time, no spatial singularity condensed on his fist; instead, pure power was compressed to the extreme, and the surface of his fist even ignited with golden-white plasma flames due to the violent friction with space!
The target was that heart of doorways, composed of twisted starlight and shadow!
*Bang—!!!!!!!!!!*
Like the universe's drumstick striking an invisible giant drum!
The core region of Taviel's avatar was fiercely struck by Mark's punch, imbued with stellar power!
There was no explosion, no dazzling light, only a chilling thud of structural disintegration!
That twisted core of starlight and shadow, like a glazed art piece struck by a heavy hammer, instantly became covered with countless spiderweb-like cracks.
The concepts of doorways and path rules that constituted his existence, under the bombardment of Mark's brutal, rule-transcending power, let out a wail of unbearable strain!
Large amounts of fragments, shimmering with chaotic starlight, flew off from the core!
Taviel's avatar let out a shriek so piercing it exceeded the universe's endurance limit; the entire avatar trembled violently, collapsed, and became extremely unstable, as if it could completely disintegrate at any moment!
He dared not stay any longer; taking advantage of a slight loosening in the spatial confinement caused by Mark's attack, he transformed into an extremely dim, crack-filled stream of dark shadow, frantically escaping into a self-torn, extremely unstable miniature rift, vanishing without a trace!
Critically wounded!
Taviel, critically wounded by one of Mark's punches, almost shattered, fled in disarray!
Mark's arrival, his commands, and these two miraculous punches completely overturned the dynamics of the entire battlefield and everyone's perception!
The Unyielding's bridge was utterly silent.
Only the hum of overloaded engines and the beeping of instrument alarms.
All the officers, including the Viltrum elites who had followed Trigg through life and death and were accustomed to grand spectacles, stared in awe at the god-like figure in the holographic projection.
Trigg stood there, a crack appearing in the cold mask on his face.
Shock, disbelief, a sense of powerlessness from being left behind by the tide of the times…
And, in the deepest part, an unwilling resentment and jealousy that gnawed at his pride like a viper!
He had paid the price of a severed arm, endured countless criticisms, integrated the alliance with iron-fisted methods, only then gaining the loyalty of the White Lion, and only then barely securing a place on the edge of this divine war.
And this bastard kid… Mark… why?
Why could he gain power enough to shake the rulers of the universe?
Why, the moment he appeared, could he issue commands as a savior, and even the White Lion unhesitatingly carried out his orders?
His proud schemes, power, sacrifices…
Before Mark's stellar, dazzling power, they seemed so pale and ridiculous.
His tightly clenched mechanical prosthesis let out a piercing metallic screech, and blood seeped from his gritted teeth, dripping onto the cold alloy floor.
Unwilling, yet he had to admit the gap in reality.
This man had already reached a height he could not aspire to.
Center of the fringe battlefield.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
"My God… he… he repelled that monster?!"
An Alliance soldier looked in the direction Taviel had disappeared, his voice trembling, filled with the ecstasy of surviving a disaster.
"Mark… is he… still human?"
Rudy looked at his damaged power armor, then at the star-like figure in the distance; the huge disparity made him somewhat bewildered, but more than that, there was an indescribable excitement and adoration.
Eve gripped the broken energy handle, looking at Mark's blood-soaked back, her eyes filled with complex emotions.
Worry, shock, pride…
And a hint of an indescribable flutter.
The comrade she once fought alongside had become a being she had to look up to.
Allen took a deep breath, as if to exhale all the despair and pressure accumulated in his chest.
He watched Mark swiftly and cleanly wound Taviel, watched the Titan Bulwark begin to repair the crack at Mark's command, watched the Old Japanese Body's offensive truly be contained for the first time…
A long-lost flame called hope reignited in his weary heart.
"Well done… Mark!"
He murmured, his voice choked.
The White Lion stopped tearing at other rifts, its huge head turning towards Mark's direction.
In its golden vertical pupils, the wild fighting spirit had not receded; instead, it burned even more fiercely!
But its gaze towards Mark was no longer that of a predator, but of a respected, absolutely powerful sovereign.
It let out a low growl, its voice filled with recognition and obedience.
Mark had told it to tear apart Taviel's rift, and it had done so; now, it only needed to await the next command, to tear apart the next target!
Mark hovered beside the Titan Bulwark's massive crack, his molten-gold eyes coldly scanning the battlefield.
Due to the damage to its core and Taviel's critical wounds, the Old Japanese Body's offensive had clearly weakened; the chaotic core churned, seemingly accumulating power.
At the same time, it released even denser filthy energy to repair its wounds, its cold will firmly locked onto Mark, filled with apprehension and monstrous killing intent.
The Titan Bulwark, seizing the precious opportunity of the Old Japanese Body's slightly abated offensive, fully focused on repairing the crack.
Dark-golden light flowed around the crack, and geometric runes, like precise chains, gradually mended the damaged bulwark.
The cold will within the bulwark still harbored wariness and deep estrangement towards its cooperation with Mark, but there was no hesitation in its actions.
The Alliance's remaining forces, under Mark's command and Allen's leadership, took advantage of the brief confusion among the Old Japanese derivatives caused by Taviel's escape and the Old Japanese Body's injury, and began efficiently clearing the remaining enemies and mending their own defensive lines.
Morale had never been so high!
A new, extremely fragile balance formed on the battlefield.
It was no longer the Old Japanese Body unilaterally crushing the Titan Bulwark, but Mark, this suddenly appearing stellar avatar, who had forcefully intervened in this cosmic divine war with absolute power, forming a temporary triangular standoff against the Old Japanese Body!
Mark felt the surging power within him, as if connected to an entire star, and also felt the cold killing intent from the Old Japanese Body and the cold estrangement deep within the Titan Bulwark.
He knew this balance was extremely fragile.
The Old Japanese Body's wounds would heal, Taviel would return, and the Titan Bulwark's hatred had not disappeared.
The previous outburst was just the beginning.
He slowly raised his hand, his molten-gold gaze sweeping over the scarred Alliance fleet, over the blood-soaked Eve and Rudy.
It swept over Trigg's complex face on the bridge, over the loyal White Lion awaiting orders, and finally settled on the still massive, infinitely malicious chaotic core and the struggling Titan Bulwark being repaired.
"Regroup."
Mark's voice once again rang in everyone's ears, calm yet carrying the weight of mountains.
"The Old Japanese Body's counterattack will come soon."
"This is just the… prologue of the war."
"We have no retreat, only… to fight to the death!"
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