RUMBLE—WHOOSH!
Like a golden dragon tearing through a curtain of black velvet, Engine #1 of the Spirit-Furnace Star-Train and three thousand armored dreadnoughts of the Dry-Well Galactic Defense Army burst out of warp speed right in the center of the Seventh Dark Galaxy—the ancestral home of the Cold-Bone Corpse Sect!
Standing on the armored bridge of the lead troop carrier, General Tie Zhan spat out a beef bone, wiped his greasy mouth with his gauntlet, and glared through the front viewport.
“Mother of pork buns...” General Tie growled, his bronze armor clanking as his Rank 9 Early martial blood boiled. “Look what those grave-robbing rats did to the central star!”
Right in the middle of the Seventh Dark Galaxy floated a monstrous, pitch-black sphere the size of ten earths.
It had once been a bright golden mother-star warming fifty habitable worlds. Now, its outer flames had been completely snuffed out, its core hollowed out into a giant dungeon, and its entire surface wrapped in a ten-mile-thick shell of Cursed Immortal Black Ice studded with millions of jagged bone-spikes!
Through the murky, semi-transparent layers of black ice, Pei Xuan’s RTS screen zoomed in on two completely different worlds inside the hollowed-out star:
