The massive rift spanning the entire front of the moon, under everyone's gaze, completely solidified into a gaping, bottomless maw.
Deep within the rift, two giant eyes comparable to continental plates slowly rotated, eventually locking their focus onto that azure planet.
An eerie smile bloomed in the silent universe.
The next moment, an ancient malice instantly swept across the entire Earth.
Over the Pacific Ocean, Legendary Godzilla, whose fighting spirit had been soaring just moments ago, had the blue light on his dorsal fins flicker erratically. He let out a low, uneasy growl, his movements actually showing a hint of hesitation.
On the surface battlefields, whether human soldiers or invaders from other worlds, everyone stopped their actions at the same time.
Their souls felt as if they were being crushed. An oppression stemming from the very level of life itself plunged their minds into a momentary blankness.
The moon's abyss-like maw began to emit a low-frequency gravitational wave akin to a whale song.
This song had no medium of propagation, yet it reached Earth and echoed within the mind of every living being.
At the same time, a sudden attractive force emerged from the eerie moon.
In space, the three living planets that were in full rout and about to be purged by Earth's guardians were instantly captured by this irresistible force.
The first to be dragged over was the Zerg Hive planet, composed entirely of flesh and blood.
Under the pull of the moon's gravity, it continuously let out dying shrieks, desperately twisting its body.
However, it was all in vain. Its massive body was easily torn apart by the moon.
Dark red flesh and tissue, mixed with hundreds of millions of Zerg corpses, splattered across the lunar surface.
Nourished by the Zerg, the entire moon grew countless times larger, and a blood moon the size of Earth appeared in the sky.
Immediately after, the rust-mottled Cybertron, corroded and riddled with holes by [Public Enemy of Machines], gradually failed to hold up under the moon's powerful gravity.
After letting out an ear-piercing metallic wail, it disintegrated in space.
Its parts turned into countless twisted metallic skeletons and shattered components in the void. These parts viciously pierced into the moon's red coat, becoming the armor for this new body.
Finally, the plant planet that had been completely transformed into corn crops by the [Curse of the Harvest] was also torn to shreds.
A massive amount of uninfected plant life turned into countless roots and veins, spreading rapidly like blood vessels, crudely stitching the flesh and metal together.
The moon was "evolving."
It was using the corpses of these planets to reshape its own body.
In Earth's orbit, tens of millions of Tomie clones, under the unified command of the hive mind, attempted to intercept this fusion process.
However, the moment they got close, they were directly shredded by the chaotic force field generated during the fusion.
The divine speed of the Rabbit Talisman lost its meaning in this distorted space.
The healing ability of the Horse Talisman would just repair their bodies, only for them to be torn into atoms by even stronger energy in the very next instant.
The immortal divinity of the Dog Talisman trapped them in an agonizing cycle of being pulverized, reconstructed, and pulverized again, yet they could not get even a fraction closer to the core of the fusion.
These invincible Tomies encountered an enemy they could neither comprehend nor fight against for the very first time.
A few minutes later, the fusion was complete.
The moon was no longer that cold, desolate satellite of Earth.
It had transformed into a colossal humanoid creature composed of flesh, metal, and plants.
The original lunar surface became its head, its giant pupils bulging and rotating apathetically.
The rust-mottled Cybertronian armor covered its constantly writhing fleshy surface like ugly patches.
Massive plant meridians pulsed madly like green blood vessels in the gaps between the armor and flesh, transporting energy for it.
Looking at this familiar appearance, Yang Yi couldn't help but feel that the current moon looked like a Fruity Robo.
This monster slowly extended a giant hand made of tens of billions of tons of mixed metal and flesh, reaching slowly toward Earth's Pacific Ocean, toward those Earthly resisters.
That palm blotted out the starry sky.
On the ground, Godzilla, Kong, and all the awakened Titans felt a crushing suppression in their very status of existence.
They roared uneasily; it was the instinctive deterrence a weak creature emits when facing a natural predator, but at this moment, their roars seemed so powerless.
Inside the secret facility in Antarctica, the leading elder's face was ashen. He stared fixedly at the screen, seemingly considering whether to deploy those apocalyptic containment entities—which, once released, could completely destroy Earth or even the universe—to fight this terrifying monster.
Amidst this despair, Yang Yi stood atop the countless remains of Tomies who were still resurrecting, looking up at the giant hand slowly pressing down.
He suddenly spoke, breaking the frozen atmosphere around them.
"Are the Fruity Robos attacking Earth?"
The Strongest Tomie stood beside him, her breathtakingly beautiful face similarly showing not the slightest hint of fear.
In her eyes, there was only an almost morbid excitement and a trace of jealousy.
"So ugly."
"What gives it the right to devour those powerful planets! Those are mine!"
Yang Yi chuckled, then pulled out the Noita mod Transmutation Table.
"Since it likes to combine so much."
"Then we'll do the same."
As if guessing Yang Yi's thoughts, Tomie sent a silent command through the hive network, instantly transmitting it to the deepest recesses of every Tomie clone's consciousness.
"Merge."
On the ground, in the sky, and in the ruins, the trillions of Tomies fighting the monster remnants stopped all their movements simultaneously.
They raised their heads in unison, wearing uniform, eerie yet sweet smiles on their faces.
The next second, they opened their arms and embraced the clone closest to them.
Yang Yi plunged the Transmutation Table in his hand directly into the body of The Strongest Tomie beside him.
Then, through the Tomie network, he extracted their traits as Tomies and everything from the bodies of the ordinary clones that were merging, and plugged them all into The Strongest Tomie's body like installing plugins.
Along with the insertion of these plugins, those Tomies seemed to have found their ultimate destination, turning into streams of flesh and blood that merged into The Strongest Tomie's body.
Every second, tens of billions of Tomie units disappeared, while The Strongest Tomie's size expanded madly.
Flesh and blood built a stairway to the heavens.
In the cold, dead silence of space, just a moment before that stitched giant hand was about to touch Earth's atmosphere.
A colossal "Super Giant Tomie" half-body, rivaling the lunar stitched monster in size, slowly took shape and slapped away the giant hand reaching out from the moon.
She possessed a face so perfect that no words could describe it.
On that face, there were no superfluous expressions—only sheer disgust for the ugly monster before her.