What Godzilla is doing now seems similar to driving his prey to a point.
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Louis Fleming.
Founder of the Interastral Peace Corporation, a figure whose legends have endured for seven hundred and so Amber Eras, a bona fide life-time member of the Board of Directors, and the only person who had attended all 14,600 board meetings.
He is also the most powerful person in the universe after the Aeons.
In the eyes of those who truly understand, as one of the earliest and most devout followers of the Amber King, Louis never died. He still watches the cosmos from some corner, observing its every movement.
Obviously, that is indeed the case.
"The cosmos really is mysterious," said a man whose eyes gleamed with sharp intelligence.
As long as one belonged to the Interastral Peace Corporation, they would recognize him, even know him well.
This man was none other than the IPC's founder, the Amber King's most loyal believer.
"The Amber King's gaze has not erred after all," Louis murmured with a smile.
After more than seven hundred Amber Eras, he remained the Amber King's most faithful follower.
All who walk a Path have their own obsession. Louis Fleming's obsession was following the Amber King.
Thus, even though Godzilla had once caused tremendous losses to the IPC, Louis still stood firmly on Godzilla's side. A mere loss, after all, had not Taravan, who openly claimed no faith in Preservation, still become an Emanator of Preservation ?
Was he not still the head of one of the IPC's division?
Godzilla might not trust the Amber King, from his past behavior, he trusted no Aeon at all.
No matter which Aeon descended, he would meet their gaze head on. Still, the path he walked was undeniably one of Preservation, even if it was only after being enraged.
The man did not care about such details. All he knew was that Godzilla was indeed practicing Preservation, defending the cosmos.
That was enough.
"Heh, these fellows are really making a ruckus. They are just short of poking a hole through the sky of the cosmos."
For a man who had lived through more than seven hundred Amber Eras, having keen eyesight was perfectly normal.
He could sense the different type of energy within those mechanical legions, it was the power of the Irontomb.
A Lord Ravager was at work there.
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The tail fins lit up, the dorsal fins flashed, and another atomic beam tore through the place, illuminating the surrounding night.
"Boom!!!" With just this one strike, the once boastful mechanical legion fell apart and dissipated, without a single exception.
"So strong. It really puts one at ease!" On the ship, Topaz raised her thumb and smiled sincerely.
Each of the ten Stonehearts of the Strategic Investment Department possessed a Cornerstone, one tenth of an Emanator's authority.
Against enemies below the level of an Emanator, the effect was overwhelmingly good. Aside from Pearl, who was an Intellitron, and a few who could not move, the rest had dispersed to command starships in battle.
Numby lifted both front hooves and bounced about. After all, a trotter has no fingers.
Having cleared the minor threats in this region, just as Godzilla prepared to continue, he suddenly paused. His gaze shifted, and the figure of a man entered his sight.
He did not recognize him, but he could judge that this person had a close connection with Qlipoth. Even a one sided connection was still a connection.
The will of Preservation on him was overflowing, something that could be felt even across a hundred thousand light years.
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"What is it?"
Seeing Godzilla's stare in one direction for quite a while and not moving, Topaz looked puzzled.
She could tell that Godzilla was not in a stance of encountering an enemy. Was there something there that could draw his attention?
This process did not last long. Godzilla's massive form vanished once more, continuing the unfinished hunt.
Fleming smiled faintly and did not follow.
For a person who had witnessed the birth and death of stars, as long as Preservation still existed within the cosmos, that was enough.
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The Quantum Sea.
Irontomb's expression carried a trace of astonishment. Although he had blocked every attack from Mobius, the surprise in his eyes was impossible to conceal.
"Surprised, little white mouse?" From far away, relying on her exceptional eyesight, Mobius clearly saw Irontomb's expression.
That undisguised shock made her cover her mouth and laugh softly, gazing at him with the eyes one would reserve for the finest experimental specimen.
"Godzilla." After a short pause, Irontomb slowly spoke, the name popping out from his mouth.
He was not unfamiliar with Godzilla.
As an Inorganic being, he had transformed himself into a lifeform capable of freely traversing data, pushing his Path and abilities to their absolute limits.
It could be said that purely in terms of survival ability and sheer difficulty to deal with, there were few existences in the cosmos more formidable than him.
Even Emanators of Abundance fell short in this regard. In most situations, if he truly wanted to escape, he could. Emanators of Abundance, on the other hand, might still be entangled.
One need to only mention Phantylia, who stubbornly clashed with the Xianzhou Luofu over that Abundance plague mark, only to end up destroying herself.
Yet this sense of ease had been severely threatened in that battle.
An existence that could influence him at the level of consciousness, and pose a fatal threat even within his own domain, was something he had never encountered before.
Unlike facing Emanators of the same rank, where he was confident he could advance or retreat at will, facing Godzilla truly gave him the feeling of being caught in a storm, with no solid ground beneath his feet.
But why, why would Godzilla interfere in this battle?
His goal was to eradicate all organic life in the cosmos, and Godzilla was included among them. Yet for such special existences, he had prepared a dedicated list, waiting for the right time to act.
"Of course because you overstepped," Mobius kindly explained the reason to Irontomb.
"Overstepped…" The word caused Irontomb to stall for a moment.
As a Lord Ravager, even though countless beings wished for his immediate demise, they would at most dare to say it behind his back. If he truly stood before them, they would care about his well being more than anyone.
Standing at the pinnacle of the cosmos, whatever he did was what he thought. Aside from fellow Emanators, how could there be any talk of overstepping?
Machinery could not be the factor that drew Godzilla's attention. Battle was even less likely. That left only…
"Assimilation."
It was the most reasonable answer. And also the only correct one.
Godzilla.
In the known information across the cosmos, there was information regarding Godzilla's ecological sphere. With him at the center, everything around him would evolve in a way similar to Godzilla.
Although the people of Jarilo seemed unchanged, Jarilo's environment had undergone a complete transformation, bursting with vitality.
According to some of his investigations, everyone on Jarilo had experienced varying degrees of physical enhancement. Pathstriders gained the most. One could foresee that if this change had no upper limit, over time, what kind of state all life on Jarilo would reach.
And his actions, in essence, amounted to invading the territory of Godzilla.
Godzilla's past battle records alone were enough to show that he stood among the very top of the Emanators. With the passage of time, the present Godzilla had long surpassed his former self, stepping into an even higher level.
At such a critical moment, to invade his territory and assimilate it was, without question, a declaration of war.
No Emanator could possibly turn a blind eye to such behavior, not even Godzilla.
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"Roar!!" In a short span of time, yet another entire legion was annihilated. This legion had even departed from a fully assimilated star system, carrying the power of an entire cosmos.
And yet such power was as feeble as an infant before Godzilla's absolute violence. Godzilla made the universe understand what it meant to be Godzilla.
The name of Godzilla would eventually sweep across all realms. Wherever life existed, wherever civilization stood, none could ignore the might of Godzilla.
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"Thank you, benefactor."
Claretwheel Temple, a drifting sanctuary within the cosmos.
Most of its inhabitants were Borisin who did not participate in conflict, raising young Borisin disciples.
The people of Abundance despised them and would launch attacks upon encountering them. Other factions refused to accept them.
Fortunately, after the Luminary Wardance, they received a token of goodwill from the Xianzhou Luofu. Though they could not set foot upon the Luofu, that suited their intentions as well.
After all, they were Borisin. They understood this clearly.
"Sister Samatha, who is that?" A recently taken in child looked at the towering figure, eyes sparkling.
Now having returned to Claretwheel Temple and taken over her master's role, Samatha gently pulled the child closer. Her eyes shone as well as she softly said, "That is a benefactor of ours."
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Leaping and shifting through countless battlefields, devastation erupted in an instant.
No matter what, today's feat was destined to be recorded in history.
On the Xianzhou Luofu, everyone who had ever interacted with Godzilla could not help but sigh.
From this day forward, Jarilo VI's status within the cosmos would rise to a level no one dared provoke.
Even major powers possessing Emanators would not choose to make an enemy of Jarilo.
As long as Godzilla still regarded Jarilo as his territory, as long as those familiar with Godzilla still lived, Jarilo VI would occupy a place in the cosmos's legends.
Not enough, far from enough.
Godzilla stood atop the remains of an entire destroyed star system. White mist, radiating endless heat, rose from his body, his presence overwhelming.
Godzilla knew it was still not enough. He was not satisfied.
Those who dared offend him would pay a terrible price. What that price would be depended on him, and on when he became satisfied.
Just a pile of scrap metal, toys that could be rebuilt after being smashed, how could they appease his fury?
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"Most of your stuff has been smashed to pieces," Mobius chuckled, watching the unmoved Irontomb with keen interest.
Irontomb neither confirmed nor denied it.
The Legions destroyed by Godzilla had already dealt a severe blow to the forces under his command.
But he did not care. As long as the core remained intact, any power could continue. Besides, they were merely launched to accomplish a goal. Given sufficient time, they could be rebuilt.
As for the precious resources consumed, when a Lord Ravager sought to expand his forces, did he not simply use whatever he set his eyes on?
There was only one question he cared about now.
How to kill Godzilla. A very simple question.
As long as he continued executing the assimilation equation, he was destined to clash with Godzilla.
And abandoning the assimilation was impossible. The current level was still far from enough. He had yet to achieve his goal, the extinction of organic life, the conversion of inorganic life.
Only such a state matched the aesthetic of destruction in his heart.
"Heh, are your experiments ready?" Irontomb did not answer his own question, and Mobius did not mind at all.
An excellent little white mouse. That was her genuine impression of Irontomb.
Such outstanding specimens were truly rare. Emanators themselves were scarce, and there were only a handful openly active across the entire cosmos.
Every faction certainly had hidden trump cards, never to be used unless at a critical moment.
The Emanators guarding the surface rarely ventured out, and those who moved about frequently were even rarer.
Among them, mice that suited her tastes were rarer still.
Experiment? Irontomb slightly raised his gaze.
Calling it an experiment was acceptable.
After all, this fusion was something he had never attempted before.
Looking back, several world bubbles shimmered with a steel like sheen. The weapons hidden or openly displayed within them were innumerable.
These were worlds that had been completely annihilated in this clash. Worlds that had already died could never escape their predetermined fate, no matter how hard they struggled.
In the process, he would assimilated them, using entire worlds as units, surpassing all previous countermeasures. The aesthetic of destruction had already surpassed that of his peers.
Gathering the resentment of ruined worlds, this strike would surely shake past and present alike.
With a calm expression, his right hand slowly rose. A terrifying aura gathered, the breath of endless destruction surging from his body.
Mechanical Catastrophe, Ruined World.
The gray toned world suddenly radiated light, unfolding like a Swiss roll. Steel hues flickered ceaselessly within the surging Quantum Sea.