Abyss Demon of the Worlds

Destruction is spreading.

Everything in the world, from humans to all kinds of things, is randomly decreasing.

Even the space fleet in space was inevitably affected.

That huge number is inexplicably decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Just like ordinary people.

Those space battleships are also powerless in the face of that unknown force...

Witnessing the other party's silent and unpredictable destruction.

Hood understood that these cosmos fleets that suddenly appeared and then suffered with him and others should not be the mastermind of the matter...

‘Are they even victims? ’

Think of this possibility.

Hood was even more heartbroken.

Although he didn't know how strong those alien fleets were.

But judging from the size of some of these ships that are comparable to planets, it is obvious that the opponent is not weak enough...

And even they can't resist the power.

The civilization on this planet naturally has no chance.

Don't know what happened.

More than just the course of things.

Looking around, only death is near...

Faced with this situation.

Just when Hood desperately planned to close his eyes and wait to die.

"Buzzing~~~"

There was a huge roar that sounded like some kind of giant machine running.

A burst of azure blue with a little dazzling golden corrugated energy suddenly appeared in space.

Accompanying it, there are also phantoms of giant triangular buildings.

Looking up, I saw countless azure blue and golden brilliance, which were being released around it...

They are like some kind of nails, evenly distributed throughout the universe, and at the same time release those brilliance outwards...

And with the spread of those brilliance.

The original structure of time and space is violently turbulent.

But gradually, the sight of all things fading away at random stopped.

in this one.

The first things to restore stability are the vast fleets that spread across the starry sky.

I do not know how long it has been.

Maybe just a few minutes.

Just when countless beings looked at the dazzling light above their heads and fell into silence, all of them were overwhelmed.

A huge virtual projection light screen, centered on the radiant triangular buildings, was projected throughout the entire universe.

And the content of it.

nothing else.

Some are just tall figures with heads similar to octopuses and squids, but with humanoid organs on their bodies.

in the projected scene.

Even the surrounding red giant stars are only the size of one of His eyes.

next moment.

A voice that could be understood by all sentient beings appeared.

"Aboriginal people in the current time and space please calm down for a while."

"I have something extremely important to talk about."

"First of all, let me introduce myself, I am the first consul of [Bright Eye Civilization],

You can call me - Eckerd Elsad Cavanster..."

"My compatriots and I are all from the space-time point of coordinates YYIED-H244U779KF."

"There, we rule everything."

"Whether it is the physical universe, or the so-called high-dimensional space and low-dimensional space, it is just one of our territories."

"Even if it is the so-called immortal [God], it is just a random creation of me."

"Even, as long as I wait and think, it's not impossible to travel back in time and change things in the past."

"And the reason why I and my clansmen came here is because the time and space I have been waiting for has been destroyed by the [Future Calamity]..."

"At this moment, in that, all futures have been destroyed, and the only thing left is destruction."

"In the face of that disaster, even if you are as brilliant as me, you can only flee like a lost dog..."

"As for the source of the vision that just made everything disappear at random, it originated from the [Past Calamity], a force corresponding to the [Future Calamity]."

"Just like the [Future Calamity], it is also some kind of trans-temporal disaster of unknown origin."

"Right now, the only thing we know is that they are respectively targeting the [past] and [future] of all time and space, and are rapidly destroying everything in it..."

"So, at this special moment of crisis, I hope you can work together with me to face the difficulties..."

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dozens of minutes later.

A certain ship is located inside a different dimension space, and its size is comparable to the interior of super battleships of dozens of galaxies.

Eckerd after his speech.

Ignore the noise and chaos of the natives outside.

Straight, just turn off the projection.

Instead, he turned his gaze to a screen beside him.

There, various detectable values ​​are changing wildly.

Beside him, another figure voice sighed with a gloomy expression:

"According to the detection, the level of this universe can only be regarded as low-medium."

"Will they really be of any use..."

Facing this question, Eckerd replied after being silent for a while:

"What if it doesn't work?"

"Since I have already escaped here, I have no choice after all..."

"So, if you find a few more helpers, it will always be useful."

After speaking, he asked back:

"After the whole family moved to Vietnam, how much resources do we have left now?"

Another figure, or his adjutant and eldest son, replied:

"[Artificial Micro Universe] and [Artificial Different Dimensional Space World] now have a total of 6,227,754 left, which should be enough if they are only used normally."

"But the influences created by [Past Calamity] and [Future Calamity] are still increasing continuously..."

"We just use the [Space-Time Stability Anchor] to stabilize the timeline so that the current universe is not affected by them, and we need to spare a lot of resources, so in general, only three-quarters of the number can be used at will …”

The situation is worrying.

Eckerd's adjutant, though not too blunt.

But the feeling of lack of confidence is still clearly visible.

Hearing these words recalls the sight of an entire civilization not too long ago basking in pretentiousness.

Eckerd's expression was also somewhat saddened.

"And what about the task of contacting allies?"

"Is there any progress?"

The adjutant replied like a runner:

"Due to the instability of cross-space communication, we have only contacted 23 level 11 civilizations and 33,524 level 10 civilizations, of which about 90% have agreed to become allies with us, and the remaining large Some of them completely lost the news soon after they were contacted, and it is very likely that they have encountered an accident..."