The deity with white hair and golden eyes spread its wings and stepped onto a desolate star—this was Alger's resting place. There was no intelligent life here, only a group of cold machines.
"Clatter—!"
The deity shed all softness, fighting its way through, the sword's edge like a cold star, tendrils like fireflies. When its Devouring Claw tore apart the mechanical remnants, amidst flying rivets and currents, its eyes of golden, icy flames remained cold.
The planet's defensive barrier was nothing to its sword, thousands of mechanical men were futile, like mantises trying to stop a chariot, when Su Ming'an cleaved the planet's core—a towering church's door, a red-haired young man slowly turned around.
Beneath the heavenly light, a magnificent and holy rainbow halo shone through the window, like a bridge leading to Heaven.
"Swish—"
Snow-white tendrils spread in all directions like a beautiful white peacock, yet full of killing intent.
"Alger, I've come for your life."
