Although the Chaos Phantom seems powerful, its existence structure is as simple as a virus and has no intelligence at all. Although the Sea of ​​Aegeka allows these fragments of consciousness to survive, the single and lacking environment makes it difficult for them to develop intelligence.

Logically speaking, as long as we leave the Sea of ​​Aijaka, the threat of the Chaos Phantom seems to no longer exist.

After experiencing the disaster, early ancient people thought so too, but soon someone discovered something was wrong.

Why can the chaotic phantom exist in the real world, and its consciousness does not dissipate rapidly like normal life?

This question puzzled many generations until the person who inherited the three crowns walked into the laboratory and the answer was revealed.

The answer is the existence of those two crowns.

Yes, they are the saviors of the remaining human race, but they are also the source of all disasters. It is precisely because of the eternity bestowed by the Sun Crown that these chaotic phantoms did not quickly turn to ashes after entering the present world. Humans in the glorious era were powerful, and almost everyone was Sequence 9. Because of this, even if the soul consciousness died, it would not easily dissipate, and might even be contaminated with a certain toxin, constantly eroding and infecting, distorting and assimilating.

The existence of the Moon Crown is also the same, which allows the Chaos Phantom to heal itself extremely slowly to a certain extent, recover, and even travel through space, slowly sinking from the Sea of ​​Aegka to the present world and entering some subspaces.

Why don't the humans of the Sun of Divine Wings use the crown to reclaim these powers and characteristics? The answer is that they can't.

You can give a man a gold coin, but when he grinds it into fine powder and scatters it into the sea and the soil, it can never be found again.

Thirty thousand years have passed, and these chaotic phantoms have not disappeared in the Milky Way. Instead, they have become more and more numerous, wandering in the vast sea of ​​stars, looking for places where intelligent life gathers, devouring and extinguishing them.

Now, their footsteps have finally arrived at the Yinval Galaxy, the last paradise.

'It's time to say goodbye.'

Loran Hill looked at the triangular-marked "monster" in his field of vision. His helmet reflected the light on the screen, flickering on and off. He slowly pushed the joystick in his hand to the highest output. The fan-shaped engine logo on the screen turned completely red, and the flames at the tail of the fighter looked like a burning pale comet.

In space and on Earth, countless people stopped and watched the scene on the screen with nervous anticipation, watching the star slowly fly across the cold and silent galaxy, and in a burst of incandescent gunfire and explosions, break through the outer shell and enter the dark and chaotic interior of the target.