Everything in the world, from humans to various things, is decreasing randomly.
Even the space fleet in space is inevitably affected.
That huge number is inexplicably decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Just like ordinary people.
Those space battleships were defenseless against that unknown force...
Witnessing the other party's silent destruction without any warning.
Hood understood that these space fleets that suddenly appeared and subsequently suffered disaster with him and others should not be the masterminds of the matter...
'Are they even victims?'
Think of this possibility.
Hood suddenly became even more heartbroken.
Although he didn't know how powerful those alien fleets were.
But judging from the size of some of the ships that are comparable to planets, it is obvious that no matter how weak the opponent is, they cannot be much weaker...
And a force that even they cannot resist.
The civilization on this planet naturally has no chance.
Don't know the cause of the matter.
More than just the process of things.
Looking around, only death is approaching...
Faced with this situation.
Just when Hood was desperately planning to close his eyes and wait for death.
"Buzz buzz~~~"
Amidst the huge roaring sound that sounded like the operation of some giant machinery.
Waves of azure blue mixed with a bit of bright golden rippled energy suddenly appeared in space.
Accompanied by it, there are also the shadows of giant triangular buildings.
Looking up, I saw countless azure radiance and golden radiance, being released with it as the center...
They are like some kind of nails, evenly distributed throughout the universe, and at the same time releasing those radiance outwards...
And as those radiances spread.
The original structure of time and space is violently turbulent.
But gradually, the scene of everything disappearing randomly stopped.
In this.
The first thing to regain stability was the vast fleets spread across the starry sky.
I don't know how long it took.
Maybe just a few minutes.
Just when countless lives fell into silence looking at the dazzling light above their heads, they were all at a loss.
A huge virtual projection screen, centered on the triangular buildings that were emitting light, was projected across the entire universe.
And the content within it.
Nothing else.
Some are just tall figures with heads similar to octopuses and squids, but with humanoid organs on their bodies.
In the scene displayed by the projection.
Even the red giant stars around it are only the size of one of His eyes.
The next moment.
A sound that can be understood by all intelligent creatures appeared.
"Please the aborigines of the current time and space, please calm down for a moment."
"I have something extremely important to talk about."
"First of all, let me introduce myself. I am the first consul of [Glory Eye Civilization]. You can call me - Iked. Elsad. Kawinster..."
"My compatriots and I all come from the space-time point of coordinates YYIED - H244U779KF."
"There, we rule."
"Whether it is the material universe or the so-called high-dimensional space and low-dimensional space, it is just one of our territories."
"Even the so-called immortal [gods] are just random creations by us."
"Even if I think about it, it's not impossible to travel through time and change things in the past."
"The reason why my tribe and I are here is because the time and space we are waiting for has been destroyed by the [Future Disaster]..."
"At this moment, in it, all the future has been destroyed, and the only thing left is destruction."
"In the face of that disaster, even if we are as brilliant as we are, we can only run away like a bereaved dog..."
"As for the source of the vision that just caused everything to disappear randomly, it originated from [the past calamity], a force corresponding to the [future calamity]."
"Just like the [Future Tribulation], it is also some kind of cross-time and space-level world-destroying disaster with unknown origin."
"Right now, the only thing we know is that they are targeting the [past] and [future] of all time and space, and are rapidly destroying everything in them..."
"So, at this special moment of crisis, I hope you can work with us to face the difficulties..."
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Tens of minutes later.
Inside a certain super battleship located in a different dimensional space, its size alone is comparable to dozens of galaxies.
After Eckerd finished his speech.
Ignoring the noise and chaotic scenes of the indigenous people outside.
Simply turn off the projection.
Then he turned his gaze to a screen next to him.
There, various detectable values are changing crazily.
Beside him, another figure sighed with a somewhat gloomy voice:
"According to detection, the level of this universe can only be regarded as below average."
"Are they really going to be of any use..."
Faced with this question, Eckerd was silent for a while before replying:
"So what if it doesn't work?"
"Since we have escaped here, we have no choice after all..."
"So, it will be helpful if we find a few more helpers."
After speaking, He asked again:
"After the entire clan migrated, how many resources do we have left now?"
Another figure, or rather his adjutant and eldest son, replied:
"There are currently a total of 6,227,754 [artificial micro-universes] and [artificial different-dimensional space worlds] left. If they are only used normally, it should be enough."
"But the influence of [Past Tribulation] and [Future Tribulation] are still growing..."
"Just to use the [Space-Time Anchor] to stabilize the timeline and prevent the current universe from being affected by them, we need to free up a lot of resources, so in general, only three-quarters of them can be used at will.
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The situation is worrying.
Although Eckerd's adjutant did not speak too directly.
But the feeling of lack of confidence is still clearly visible.
Hearing these words reminds me of a time not long ago when the entire civilization was immersed in pretentiousness.
Eckerd's expression couldn't help but feel a little sad.
"What about the task of contacting allies?"
"Is there any progress?"
The adjutant replied fluently:
"Due to the instability of cross-space communications, we have only contacted 23 level 11 civilizations and 33,524 level 10 civilizations. About 90% of them have agreed to become allies with us."
"Most of the remaining non-consenters were completely lost shortly after being contacted."
"It is speculated that it is possible that something unexpected happened before we responded, rather than wanting to reject our covenant..."