The azure and violet currents of the deep cosmic slipstream buckled under the weight of an oncoming armada.The Al-Me’raj had barely traveled ten thousand knots from the hollowed crescent planetoid when the open void ahead violently rippled with the harsh, artificial glare of high-tier defensive arrays.
Out of the swirling cosmic dust rose twenty heavily armored planetary battle-cruisers, their iron-plated hulls decorated with the glowing golden crest of a roaring lion.
This was the Solar Vanguard Fleet, the elite regional military enforcement faction serving the Eon Deity Apollo.
They controlled the boundary gates of this quadrant, systematically taxationing and seizing any independent vessels riding the deep star tides.The twenty massive warships immediately deployed in a crescent formation, completely wrapping around the trajectory of Sargon’s vessel.THUMMM.A massive, golden web of energy erupted from the flagship at the center, locking onto the local spatial coordinates.
This was the Solar Iron-Lock Array—a conceptual tether designed to strip a vessel of its kinetic energy and anchor it firmly to the spot, preventing any form of dimensional transition or escape.”Halt, rogue vessel!” a booming, echo-amplified voice thundered from the main deck of the golden flagship, cutting through the void via high-tier sound arrays.
Standing at the prow was an arrogant, crimson-caped commander clad in polished golden armor.
“You have entered the sovereign border sector of the Olympus Pantheon! Your vessel carries no identification token, no merchant registry, and radiates an undocumented energy signature. Lower your sails and surrender your command matrix to the Solar Vanguard, or you will be immolated by the light of the Sun King!”
Sargon remained seated upon his grand obsidian throne at the rear of the command deck.
His posture was completely lazy, his head resting back against the dark stone cushions while his fingers tapped a slow, rhythmic beat against the armrest.
His long, messy white hair brushed softly against the ornate golden headband on his forehead, its central violet jewel gleaming under the harsh glare of the golden web above them.
His face maintained that signature, dead-pan look of absolute, ruthless detachment.Beside his throne, the mechanical hawk avatar of the Core Spirit manifested, its blue constellation wings flickering with a sharp, clinical intensity.
“Sovereign, the flagship has successfully locked the spatial currents around our bow. The engine is currently operating at Maximum Overdrive, meaning we can easily tear through their web using the Void Drive. However, doing so will cause a minor delay in our navigation trajectory.”Sargon didn’t glance at the hawk.
His pitch-black void eyes, within which the tiny stellar galaxies spun in slow, calculative circles, drifted past the golden web, focusing on a massive, swirling cosmic anomaly floating just three miles below the enemy armada—a dormant, swirling cosmic black hole that lazily consumed the loose debris of the sector.”No need to waste the ship’s fuel,” Sargon whispered, his quiet voice carrying an ancient, chilling weight that resonated through the star-metal deck.Slowly, lazily, he raised his left hand, resting his elbow on the armrest as he pointed his ring finger—bearing the liquid star-metal band of [The Sovereign’s Signet: Nihil]—directly toward the twenty planetary battle-cruisers hovering above the dark anomaly.His left chest pulsed violently, unsealing the newly evolved passive chain of his second universal law.
[Ultimate Attribute: Ruler of Authority] initialized.[Concept Override: Mass Control] activated.Sink.The simple mental edict struck the universal ledger with the absolute weight of an imperial decree.
Sargon did not fire a weapon, nor did he channel elemental mana.
His consciousness reached across the three-mile gap, bypassing physical distance entirely, and seized the fundamental concept of “Mass” and “Density” embedded within the iron-plated hulls of the twenty battle-cruisers.In less than a millisecond, the weight of the enemy ships did not just double or triple—it multiplied by a million-fold.BOOM.A massive, invisible gravitational shockwave erupted through the local sector of the slipstream.
The twenty planetary battle-cruisers, previously floating effortlessly via high-tier anti-gravity arrays, suddenly groaned as their hulls warped and buckled under their own catastrophic mass.
The anti-gravity cores inside their engines instantly overheated and exploded, unable to support the weight of a collapsing mountain suddenly forced into their star-metal frames.”What…
what is happening?!” the crimson-caped commander screamed, his arrogant composure instantly shattering as he was violently slammed face-first into the deck of his flagship.
The intense gravity multiplication was so severe that his polished golden armor compressed against his ribs, cracking his bones and pinning him flat to the floor.
“The ship… the ship is too heavy! The anti-gravity arrays are gone! We are dropping!”CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!The massive golden web of the Iron-Lock Array violently snapped, its energy lines fraying and dissolving into harmless gold sparks as the flagship was brutally dragged downward.
The twenty heavily armored planetary battle-cruisers lost all control of their trajectories.
Under the crushing, artificial mass forced upon them by Sargon’s authority, they began to violently, helplessly sink straight toward the swirling cosmic black hole below.
The dark anomaly, which had been dormant and lazy, suddenly flared with immense hunger as twenty objects possessing the mass of entire planets were violently delivered into its gravitational pull.”No!
Reverse thrusters!
Activate the solar shields!
Save the flagship—!”The commander’s desperate, screaming voice cut off into absolute silence as the flagship crossed the event horizon.One by one, the twenty massive planetary battle-cruisers of the Solar Vanguard were brutally, flawlessly dragged into the swirling abyss of the black hole.
The immense gravitational forces of the dark anomaly combined with Sargon’s mass multiplication turned the proud star-metal warships into twisted, crushed scrap metal in a matter of seconds, before swallowing them whole into the bottomless vacuum of the cosmos.In less than ten seconds, the entire elite vanguard fleet of the Olympus Pantheon, their cannons, their commanders, and their pride, were systematically wiped from the slipstream, leaving the path ahead perfectly clear, silent, and undisturbed.
The system notification manifested before Sargon’s eyes, flashing with a clean, universal starlight text:[Notice: ‘Ultimate Attribute: Ruler of Authority’ has successfully executed the mass override.][Log: 20 planetary battle-cruisers and 8,500 bounded lower-realm souls have been delivered into the gravitational vacuum.
Zero residue remains within the slipstream.][Result: The regional boundary gate of the Olympus Sector has been cleared.
The path through the deep cosmic slipstream is now open.]Sargon slowly lowered his left hand, the liquid star-metal ring returning to its quiet, resting state.
His countenance remained completely undisturbed, his dead-pan, Gintama-like eyes reflecting the silent, swirling black hole below that was now lazily settling back into its dormant state.
He had annihilated an entire divine armada from a distance without even moving an inch from his captain’s throne.
“The… the conceptual mass override…” the Core Spirit hawk avatar whispered, its constellation wings shivering in absolute, profound awe.
It looked out at the completely empty slipstream where the proud golden fleet had been blocking their path just a few moments ago.
“To weaponize the mass of their own hulls from miles away… Your authority over the physical laws of the lower realms is becoming absolute, young master.”At the secondary helm, Kaelen stood perfectly rigid, his vacant eyes staring at the clear navigation console.
Under the iron sedation of Sargon’s command law, he didn’t possess the mental capacity to feel shock; he simply adjusted the steering levers, aligning the prow of the Al-Me’raj with the open cosmic gate ahead.Sargon leaned his head back against the dark cushions, his galaxy-filled eyes focusing on the shifting, multi-colored nebulae of the inner territories unfolding past the gate.
“The vanguards are clearing their own paths,” Sargon said coldly, his quiet voice echoing through the star-metal deck.
“Untether the rudders.
Let us sail through their borders.
The Eon Deities will soon realize that their walls cannot hold the void.””Command received, Sovereign,” the Core Spirit replied, its hawk form dissolving back into a beam of light that shot directly into the main mast.The Al-Me’raj let out a low, majestic hum, its massive dark-matter sails catching the fast currents of the open slipstream.
With a smooth, silent surge of its maximum overdrive engines, the colossal obsidian cruiser launched forward, gliding effortlessly past the swirling black hole and disappearing into the deep, uncharted territories of the infinite multiverse, leaving the empty border far behind in its wake.
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