Mizan and her crew were geared up and ready for their spec-ops mission. She looked back to them with a resolute expression, "Everyone brace! We are performing an emergency drop!" Everyone grabbed hold of something in some form or fashion as the ship's warm white lights turned red with blaring klaxons. The ship shuddered and tossed the occupants about for a few seconds before finally coming to a stop. Vella glared at Mizan, "What in the myriad hells was that about!?" Mizan gave him a cold glare in response before answering his question. "We just caught a massive energy spike. An energy spike so big that it may as well be a star beginning to go supernova. On top of that, looking at the FTL scans of the system that just came in, I'd say we are royally FUCKED!" Sven slithered over to see the scans but his eyes stopped by the window of the cockpit. "Mizan... We don't need the scans... We've clearly walked in on a brawl between giants that we have no place in." With that said the rest of the crew looked out the cockpit. They could barely make out the glittering fleet beside the steel planet through the wall of lasers and slugs. Then next to those looked like... Yambi? Mizan shakily looked to the rest of her team. "W-What the hell did we just walk in on? What could that monster be that these dark gods need a weapon that could fire a literal sun? Just what the fuck is going on?" she whispered. Vella was laser-focused on the Tentacle beast as well as what lay beyond it. "The beast they are shooting at... It isn't from our universe. I can see into the rift it is coming through and it looks like the planes of the myriad hells that our death Priests extol!" Vella brought his wings above his head and started a laughing screech. "HAHAAHAA I can see it now! These Terrans are our gods of old! The gods had never abandoned us! They just left to this corner of the galaxy to protect us! They evolved to fight a war that we could not hope to partake in, for we were the weak!" he yelled with fanatical fervor. Mizan just looked back to the battle that was unfolding before her very eyes and thought to herself. "Damn fanatics... This isn't some religious war. This is just a war between two who should not exist on the same playing field we do." They saw a golden light followed by a green explosion and zoomed in on the green figure flying through the void. Basillius focused all of his efforts on increasing his speed as he darted into the mouth of the swarm. His massive body was still smaller than even the smallest Azarian, but the sheer mass his body held was far greater than any of them. He smashed his way through a few dozen of the small ones landing him right in the center of the horde. Basillius grinned maliciously as the Azarians closed in on him. Red hot blades extended from his arms and he leaped into the nearest Azarian, cutting his way through the fleshy body. The nearby Azarians whipped and lashed their limbs across him, the barbs present on their tentacles sparking off the metallic surface of his body. The tiny scratches reformed as quickly as fresh ones were made. As he waded through the horde, the golden blades followed suit with little care about the friendly forces between them and the target. All of the immature Azarians behind Basillius were decimated by friendly fire. As he weaved through the horde the blades got ever closer before finally, they got too close to ignore. Basillius turned towards the blades, readying his own. As they flew towards him he jumped his mental processing power to the max, seemingly slowing time for himself. The slowed blades were easy to predict, he parried and dodged the incoming storm with practiced precision. The golden light enveloped his form and sparks flew with every parry. The earlier momentum still carries him closer to the waiting Warlords. As he neared the Warlords he tried to position himself close enough to provoke the beast to action, but not close enough to get surrounded by the other Warlords around it. Balancing on that fine razor's edge between a monster that could dwarf mount Everest and a hail of blades that constantly attacked from every possible angle, he seemed like a good target. The Warlord finally made a move towards him, lashing out with the miles-thick tentacle. The barbs alone were as long as spears and as sharp as a scalpel. Basillius grinned as he dodged aside from the massive limb and grabbed one of the barbs. He used the Warlord's own supernatural strength to propel himself further from the blades. Launching himself towards the Warlord that had attacked him the blades dissipated so as not to injure one of the highest levels of forces within the Azarian race. Once the golden light behind him had disappeared Basillius breathed a sigh of relief and let the nanites repair his mangled swords. The Warlord lashed with dozens of his limbs simultaneously, closing off Basillius's escape routes. In the face of this attack while his swords were still recovering from their cracked and bent state all he could do was try to reduce the impact and grit his teeth. Despite his attempt to brace for the impact the massive limb still crushed his arms. They bent and cracked heavily under the impact and the rest of his armored body suffered from the tremors as well. As he careened through the void the other Warlords went after him. He looked towards the -Emperor's Glory- and smiled maliciously. The Main cannon had fully unfurled and he could see the massive collection of energy within the weapon. He used the last of his veil energy to quickly open an unshielded rift large enough to fit him. Seconds later he crashed into the rift, digging deep furrows into the insanely hard veilstone. He closed the rift as he took one last look at the lined-up Warlords with a victorious grin. Aurelius watched the battle with trepidation as Basillius was seemingly knocked around by magical blades of golden light before being crushed by a Warlords' massive tentacle. His heart dropped as he looked at the gauge on the Stellar annihilation cannon. "99%... Just last thirty more seconds my Lord..." Valthan could feel the entire ship rumbling from whatever it was preparing to fire and after some quick calculations, his mind was nearly aflame with burning curiosity. "Catherine? What are they preparing to fire? What weapon could cause tremors through a planet-sized ship that is undoubtedly lined with kinetic dampeners?" Catherine's face scrunched up as she looked up the weapon in her neural net. "Huh. Apparently, they condensed a magnetar using a... redacted? Well, it fires a beam of destruction that has the same energy output of a mid-sized star going supernova. The weapon can alter the dispersion of the energy into a beam of appropriate size for the target." Valthan's jaw dropped. "That's... that isn't possible! If a weapon like that exists you could wipe out our entire civilization from your own homes!" Catherine tilted her head slightly, "Well why would we do that? That sounds like it's dumb and against the rules. Besides, we wouldn't do that with this weapon anyway. The article said that a warp tunnel has to be ready in the line of fire to transfer the excess energy to a 'desolate energy field' or whatnot. We can't open random warp tunnels forever away. So we have to be within a couple dozen lightyears." Valthan was aghast at her naivete but kept his mouth shut. Valenthi and So'Ran seemed to understand the severity of such a weapon but before they could ask anything else they felt an indescribable sensation. Their bodies shook as every color in every spectrum filled the room. The Cameras had dimmed the light down so as not to blind everyone aboard, but it was still jarring. They could make out the multi-colored beam as it screamed towards the neatly lined up Warlords and Priests. The Priest spoke words that couldn't be made out through the interference of the beam and the wall of flame ignited before the beam. The unstoppable force collided with the veilflame wall and simply blasted straight through it as if it wasn't even there to begin with. The horde of immature Azarians evaporated like rain drops beneath a desert sun. The Warlords held on for mere moments as their flesh seared away within seconds. Just before the light of a dying star struck the Priests it was stopped by a shield of golden light that surrounded them. The massive beam of energy split into a dozen as the force was reflected off the shield. One of the offshoots of the beam cut across a nearby planet goring longways, cutting deep enough to expose the core. The planet broke up as its structural integrity was turned to nothing. The orange core still burning in the void, even as the planet slowly crumbled under its own rotational force. Before the beam dissipated it managed to pierce the shields of three Priests burning them to crisps within their little golden balls. The remaining two seemed worse for wear as thick smoke wafted from their singed bodies. Once zoomed in you could see that the singed flesh was rapidly repairing itself as a soft green light wrapped around their scorched bodies. Basillius created another rift, opening close to where he had made his exit from this plane. He had repaired himself and absorbed the deathly energy of the veil to his satisfaction. As he stepped out of the veil, and back into the cold of the void, he looked back towards the rift. His gaze suddenly turned cold as a furious light filled his gaze. Inside the rift, a shadow resembling an Azarian glowed with brilliant golden light that faded away with the last of the beam. "Your weapons have improved Basillius... But out there, you are weak. Even my little ones can kill you. Had it not been for my lack of knowledge on that new play toy... I would've enjoyed feasting upon the flesh of Terra Invictus, or whatever you call your planet these days." Basillius straightened himself up and brought out his two red hot blades. "Mael... You're looking awful healthy for someone that I literally burned until there weren't even ashes remaining..." Maels' sibilant laugh echoed through the dimensions, shuddering the space around the rift, "Oh yes! I remember clearly! That sensation of being torched into nothingness! GAH! Even I thought that would kill me! I know very well that gods cannot die, but you still gave me the fear of death, so I must commend you... However, my praise comes at a harsh cost." Basillius snorted a laugh, "For all your talk, all of yours are dead aside from those two who almost died with your protection. Your bastard children barely managed to inflict any damage and what was damaged will be repaired and those dead will be revived. Your 'little ones' at least resemble their father in how utterly worthless they are in combat. You managed to get killed by a fucking mortal." With that said, Mael went quiet for a moment before chills ran down the backs of every living being on this side of the galaxy. "Very well... You appear to want to see your universe consumed faster. I hadn't taken you seriously when we first fought, seeing as you were simply a mortal... But now, I have been observing silently... learning. I know what stratagem will destroy you."