"For your... lives!"
BOOM!!
Golden light soared into the sky, forming a ring.
The tearing ring formed by the Space Rules spun skyward, then collided heavily with the black axe light!
...
"So, this is your confidence."
Above the Red Capital, the black curtain formed by bat wings blocked everything, seemingly assimilating the sky, merging into the chaos.
Cannon fire and missile torrents struggled to penetrate its defenses, with the rolling black mist continuously spreading, becoming ever more solid, and gradually transforming into a deep black.
"To think you could repair the World Ship, restoring it to its peak."
"I must admit, we did indeed underestimate you."
The voice of the Crow of the Dead was omnipresent, echoing within the black curtain.
The black space, forming its own world, was filled with incessant drifting black mist; chains of elements shot out continuously, restricting the Sword Emperor's range of movement.
Clang!!
