The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

The atmosphere in the hall changed abruptly after these words were spoken.

The panic and unease that had been weighing on the hearts of the clan leaders were quickly replaced by fervent emotions.

They all raised their heads in unison, looking up at Munedimi standing on the high platform, their eyes filled with greed and fanaticism.

The power of the Old Ones is the supreme authority that even Zogra, the Lord of the Devourers, craves.

If they could get a share of the spoils in this war, even just a little bit of leftovers, it would be enough to give their strength a qualitative leap.

Moreover, this time it was the acting leader personally leading the expedition.

Throughout the long history of the Shiwei tribe's expansion, Munedimi personally led his army on expeditions only a handful of times.

But every time he leaves this star system, it means a one-sided massacre with no suspense whatsoever.

No matter how advanced the civilization in the target star system is, no matter how fierce the resistance there is, they will all be crushed into dust in the face of the power of the agent.

This time, the target is the legendary Old One, but the opponent has not yet fully matured.

Faced with the army personally led by the agent, this was nothing more than a one-sided hunt.

In an instant, a frenzied emotion spread through the crowd, like dry tinder being ignited.

"For the glory of Lord Zogra! We will crush all who stand in our way!"

Suddenly, someone let out a roar, and this roar, like a boulder thrown into a lake, stirred up a thousand waves.

The tribal leaders followed suit, swearing oaths to Munedimi on the high platform with the highest rituals of their respective tribes.

"We will offer the head of the Old Ones to the great Lord of Devouring Dimensions!"

"We will use the blood of our enemies to nourish the breeding ground of the eroders!"

"We will dedicate everything to paving the way for the Lord's dominance over the world!"

The deafening oath echoed in the empty hall, even drowning out the high-frequency hissing from the erosioners outside.

Those usually aloof and superior star field overlords are now like a pack of hungry wolves that have smelled blood, eager to pounce on their prey and tear off a piece of fat.

Munedimi looked down at the excited crowd of her kin below and nodded slightly.

He needed that fervor, that insatiable greed to seize power.

Only in this way can this army exert its greatest destructive power.

He raised his hands and pressed them down.

The noise in the hall stopped abruptly, and all eyes were once again focused on him.

"In that case..."

Munedimi's voice suddenly rose: "The Devouring Vein Clan, all troops, march forth!!!"

The moment this command was issued, every corner of the entire Cradle of Decay system began to operate.

Those eroders that hover near the gravitational intersection.

The compound eyes on the surface began to rotate slowly at a fixed frequency, and the vein patterns on the wing surface also lit up with a dark purple light, and the thin wing began to vibrate at a high frequency.

"hiss--"

In an instant, all the Eclipses in the entire star field went into an activated state, and the high-frequency hissing from their mouths overlapped to form a sound wave wall that spanned hundreds of thousands of kilometers.

Under the "guidance" of this sound wave wall, one after another, the Eclipsers gathered together.

It forms a spherical cluster with a diameter of several kilometers.

Individuals in each cluster vibrate their thin wings at the same frequency, high-frequency hissing converges at the center of the sphere, and the intensity of the resonant waves is infinitely superimposed.

When the resonance intensity exceeds a certain threshold, the space at the center of the sphere begins to distort.

The distortion was visible to the naked eye; the starlight was deflected there, and the originally straight rays were twisted into a spiral, like a transparent twisted candy.

As time goes by, the folds in space become deeper and denser.

Eventually, under the continuous tearing of the resonant waves, a crack appeared.

Without a doubt, the dimensional portal had already taken shape in the blink of an eye.

And once the first crack forms, the second, the third... the tenth, the twentieth...

Throughout the galaxy, the Eclipse swarm resembles a group of worker ants given unified commands.

They started work at the same time, applied pressure at the same time, and tore each other apart at the same time.

Dark purple cracks appeared one after another in the starry sky, like holes cut into a giant net.

They tirelessly use their sharp beaks to embed themselves into the edges of the wound in the space, like fingers prying open a wound, stretching it wider and wider.

The barbs on both sides of the mouthparts hooked onto the "skin" of the dimensional barrier, rolling it outward inch by inch.

The fragments of space that had been stripped away drifted out, and before they could even fall, they were swarmed and devoured clean by the waiting Dimensional Devourers, who used the devouring space itself to sustain their own consumption.

If scholars from any civilized civilization were to see this scene, they would probably go mad.

After all, space is the foundation of rules and the container for the existence of all things, but in front of these creatures, space is no different from a piece of meat.

It can tear, swallow, and digest.

In less than ten minutes, the number of dimensional channels torn open in the Cradle of Decay galaxy was already densely packed, seemingly endless.

And each path leads to the same destination: the coordinates of the entrance to the Starfall Rift.

The clan leaders had already left the main hall and returned to their respective starships.

"All troops, attack!!!"

The moment they gave the order, the fleet aimed at the dimensional rift that was swirling with purple light and plunged into it without hesitation.

The ship's hull was washed by the energy flow at the edge of the crack, and the outer shield flickered a few times, but quickly stabilized.

The second one followed closely behind, then the third, the fourth...

From the outside, they look like a group of ants entering a hole in an orderly fashion.

Fifteen minutes later, more than a third of the fleet in the Cradle of Decay system had entered the dimensional portal.

Thirty minutes later, that number was halved.

The fleet and the Eclipse Clan were being continuously swallowed up by the purple rifts, as if being siphoned.

Looking down from the main hall at the top of the mountain, the star field, which was originally so crowded that its background was invisible, is becoming empty at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Munedimi remained standing at the edge of the hall, watching everything unfold.

He didn't rush to set off.

He didn't need to worry about the army's deployment and marching; the clan leaders would arrange every detail.

He was waiting for the last group to leave.

The galaxies are becoming increasingly empty.

Those once-thickly eclipsing-the-sky communities of the Eclipsers are now reduced to a few scattered clusters patrolling the entrance to the passage, serving as the last signposts.

The withered stars were exposed again in the star field, their cold, hard surfaces resembling gray, lifeless eyeballs under the purple light released from the dimensional rifts.

Finally, the last ship of the last clan fleet also entered the passage.

Munedimi raised his chin.

A loud roar erupted from the mountain structure beneath their feet, and dark purple jets of propulsion shot from its base. This colossal fortress, serving as the command center, began to move, slowly heading towards the largest dimensional portal.