The exhaust plumes of the surviving starship's engines were still slowly billowing out.
The already silent universe seemed to have been stripped of all vitality; in an instant, both inside and outside the ship, everything fell into a deathly silence.
Inside the central flagship.
Apart from the constant alarms from the main control computer indicating damage and requiring repairs, all the crew members stared blankly out of the ship with their mouths agape.
The observer hid all information on the main screen except for the optical observation information, which was displayed at maximum size.
Fragments, dust, blood...
Along the path of the second wave of devouring beasts stretched an art form interwoven with death.
Yes, they felt in their hearts that it was so beautiful, a new landscape constructed of dead life and meteorite debris.
Of the first wave of Devouring Beasts that attacked the fleet, very few have survived.
Countless insects and tentacles could be seen dragging corpses toward the terrifying super-creature.
The commander felt an inexplicable chill on every inch of his skin, a sensation he hadn't experienced even when the Devourers and Devouring Beasts attacked.
"What exactly is this...?"
No one paid any attention to the commander's questions; all the crew members on the bridge were still futilely searching for any living creature that might be within the range of that attack.
Many crew members in the fleet began to wonder if they were dreaming.
They only snapped out of their daze when a large swarm of insectoid beasts dragging corpses and translucent whip-like fibers passed by the fleet.
Because all the surviving warships in the fleet were converging on the flagship and then turning to approach the giant purple-eyed creature, the ships were not far apart at the moment, making the channel somewhat congested.
As Jupiter's hatched insectoid beasts and his own whip-like whips dragged the corpses of the abominations, the surviving crew members felt a dense, overwhelming sensation.
The Devouring Beasts, already dead but still ferocious and terrifying, continuously swept past the crystal windows of each ship.
"Bang."
A centipede-like beast with countless legs crashed onto a window outside the bridge of a destroyer, its limbs still twitching involuntarily.
The crew in the cabin were startled. They could see that a tattered piece of clothing was still wrapped around its mouthparts. The badge on it told them that a frigate captain had once been devoured by it. Then the monster was grabbed by two insectoid beasts, who used it as leverage on the bridge to push off and fly away with the corpse of the Devourer.
"Commander, the commanders of each formation have sent communication requests."
The communications officer had just come to his senses when he saw the constantly flashing notifications and immediately reported to the commander.
"Bring them in."
Dozens of windows of various races and shapes are jumping on the main screen.
They were all asking the commander what to do next.
With dozens of mouths asking questions at once, the flagship's bridge became somewhat noisy.
"Quiet!"
The short, large-headed, and frail red-skinned commander-in-chief possessed an authority that belied his comical appearance—a status earned through countless battles.
As soon as he finished speaking, all the formation commanders fell silent.
"Let's wait! If they want to kill us, they won't save us. If they use that kind of attack from the start..."
"It's just another speck of dust in the universe, and even if it has other purposes, we can't fight against it!"
I thought we would be able to communicate and make contact again soon, after all, this super creature had just sent out mental fluctuations.
Although spiritual power is ethereal, these races, which can be considered interstellar civilizations, have all studied it to some extent, but the results of their application are limited.
But several hours passed, and the super creature seemed to have forgotten about them. After collecting countless corpses of the first wave of Devouring Beasts, it released a large number of insect-beasts and tentacles containing cavities to absorb the Devouring Beast corpses, or rather, corpse powder, that had been shattered by the super-range attack, as well as the blood that had condensed into clumps.
Jupiter fully embodied the spirit of diligence and thrift, and truly put the elimination of extravagance and waste into practice. Although those things were broken by him, they were, after all, monstrous offspring.
The corpse was rich in nutrients, and the materials for the Transcendent Energy Realm were real, which Wu You was exactly lacking.
The universe is vast, and the fact that it could be collected in just a few hours is already thanks to Jupiter's innate abilities.
As the survivors on each ship waited in agonizingly long hours, they dared not flee, nor send orders to halt the evacuation, for they still did not understand the purpose of this super-creature.
Finally, the wait is over.
Well, what follows is not relaxation but fear.
Because those mental whips began to entangle all the surviving starships, and the huge purple eye that had been facing them sideways was now staring directly at them, sending chills down everyone's spines.
The gunners and artillerymen on each ship barely managed to suppress their urge to fire, thanks to the shouts of their respective captains.
"Don't be afraid, children!"
"My name is Jupiter, a wanderer of the Star Gods~"
A calm and gentle voice brushed against my heart, carrying a subtle spiritual response.
It seemed to possess some kind of healing ability, and everyone's fear quickly subsided.
The Inspectors? The Star Gods?
Before they could think any further, the Void Patrolmen and all the warships vanished from their spot.
Outside the shelter, a large number of civilian ships were slowly sailing away, while the chaos inside the shelter was escalating.
Suddenly, the surrounding space shook.
Various civilian ships' internal detection radars are issuing high-energy warnings.
The next moment, Jupiter's terrifying size appeared along with a large number of starships.
Moments later, screams erupted both inside and outside the shelter and on the fleeing civilian ships.
Several civilian ships collided in chaos due to a lack of experienced pilots and captains (the experienced ones had all been incorporated into the warships).
Commander Big Head had no choice but to send another communications message to all units, providing the necessary information.
Whether he believed it or not, he could only bring up the story of the Star Gods and the Inspectors and explain how his fleet was saved.
Not only were the commanders unable to figure it out, but ordinary people were also full of doubts.
This terrifying super-life form doesn't look like a benevolent entity at all.
Jupiter hovered quietly in space, seemingly waiting for the various alien races to discuss their plans, but in reality, it was communicating with Wu You to discuss how to handle the aftermath.
Inside the outermost escape ship, a strange race with a thin build and long limbs, dressed in a long robe, was trembling.
It looked old and frail, as if it could be blown over at any moment, and its arm trembled as it reached into its clothes to grope for something.
"Longlong, what's wrong?"
The other races around him, each with their own distinct appearance, noticed the old man's unusual behavior. Among them were the Starton people, whose numbers were already extremely small.
The Xingtonian named Rumble Al finally pulled out an antique-looking record book, resembling a paper book, and carefully turned to a certain page.
'Chapter Nineteen - Above the Heavens: The Great Eye is the eyes and ears of the giants; it wanders beyond the world, seeking the mortal enemies of the gods...'
Throughout the development of every civilization from ancient times to the present, there is a high probability that a brilliant belief culture will emerge. Such beliefs are not only vague at the beginning, but also diverse. In addition, with so many races coming together, it is not surprising that a myth involving the eye will appear. Even on Earth, there have been instances of eye worship.
Longlong Alben was a priest. In a time when all the races no longer believed in their original beliefs, the profession of priest had basically disappeared, and even he himself no longer believed in it.
But at this moment, he was so excited that he subjectively accepted the contents of the Gospels, completely ignoring the many special features of the Great Eye described therein, which were completely different from those of Jupiter.
Star Gods! Inspectors!
Even after taking several deep breaths, he still couldn't calm down; the dormant divine power within his blood was awakening.
"The Great Eye! It is the Great Eye! An apostle of the gods!"
Rumble Al's excited roar startled everyone around him.
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