Collapse Iron: I just transmigrated! You want me to save the Black Tower?!

She practically screamed it out.

The communication channel fell silent. In the distance, a warp light flashed and quickly went out, and Slogoom's spaceship disappeared at the edge of the star field.

Black Tower didn't turn around; she just stared at the nebula and began to connect with the swarming forces one by one.

Her voice rang out simultaneously on countless command channels:

"This is the Black Tower."

"The core of Emperor III is located slightly to the left of his chest, which is the Iron Tomb's weak point. All fleets, please concentrate your firepower here."

She paused: "He is also a Destruction Messenger, so... the restraining effect of the fate of nothingness or intellect is better than destruction itself."

She gave the final instruction, looked at the Emperor III so close to her on the screen, and dialed a line to try to contact Jiang Jiu's remaining consciousness.

"Everyone... prepare to fight."

Death Line: Emperor III: Jiang Jiu 2

The company's star destroyers, the family's fleet... countless points of light converge on this war zone already riddled with holes.

Behind the fleet, the enormous phantom of the Black Tower space station floated in the darkness; it was the command node she had forcibly pulled here.

Diamond's voice came through the communication channel, unusually serious: "Ms. Black Tower, the company's mega-fleet is in position and ready to launch a salvo at any time. Please confirm the target's core coordinates."

Black Tower did not respond immediately.

Not far away, Emperor III's figure emerged from the data debris and flames of destruction. His figure solidified completely, surrounded by dark red data streams and a dense, almost tangible, dark purple mist. Countless phantom soldiers appeared behind him in a destructive manner, like puppets on strings.

A dark purple light flickered intermittently, and in the very center of the raging energy, Emperor III's head slowly rose.

There's no room for hesitation anymore; reason must and can only prevail.

"Warning... Emperor III's energy index has surged! Exceeding the threshold! Repeat, exceeding..."

The communications soldier's words came to an abrupt end.

Because Emperor III raised his hand.

Without any buildup or warning, only a dark gray ripple spread from the palm, silent and yet enough to annihilate everything.

The three Star Destroyers at the forefront of the company's fleet had their shields shatter silently the moment they touched the ripples. Their hulls were erased from the edges, leaving no explosions, no debris, and not even any residual signals.

Meanwhile, the Sea Ranger's assault fleet also lost contact at the same moment; seventeen warships were reduced to nothingness by Emperor III's single strike.

"Fire all main guns at once!"

Countless beams of light converged into a destructive torrent, crashing down on Emperor III.

But the attack, powerful enough to tear a planet apart, began to distort, slow down, and decelerate the moment it approached within a hundred meters of him, before being silently swallowed by the dark red data stream.

Emperor III did not retreat an inch.

"Second wave, covert attack!"

Countless fighter jets surged toward Emperor III, but under the erosion of the anti-organic equation, all the intelligently controlled fighter jet systems began to malfunction. Some directly lost control and collided, some disintegrated in the vacuum, and some were even eroded in reverse by the dark red data stream, turning their guns around.

"I told you long ago, the omnics are out of the game now!" Black Tower's voice was practically squeezed out through clenched teeth.

The panic from the various factions could be heard over the communication channel. She took a deep breath, pressed the communication button, and said in a very low voice: "All troops, fire freely, regardless of the cost."

She turned and walked to the edge of the bridge, gazing at the figure that stood tall despite being engulfed by gunfire.

She suddenly remembered what Jiang Jiu had said.

"See you tomorrow"?

But now he stands there, an enemy of the entire universe, and she is the one who issued the kill order.

How ridiculous!

Black Tower bit her lip, her gaze fixed on the figure.

She watched him crush a starship with his bare hand, watched him tear apart the fleet's defenses with a blank expression, and watched the empty, lifeless eyes in his gaze.

"Jiang Jiu...you bastard!"

"..."

But Emperor III could not hear, or perhaps he heard but could no longer understand; he simply raised his hand, his palm pointing at the approaching fleet.

"Ms. Black Tower, is there really no residual energy from the Void Path?!" The company couldn't help but switch to communications. "This doesn't seem like it at all! If this continues, even if we win, everyone present will be dragged into the Void Path!"

"...Not detected!"

Someone else interrupted the communication.

"The fact that there is no residual area-of-effect energy of the Void Power in the Emperor's Scepter does not mean that Emperor III lacked Void-based methods! Jiang Jiu is the messenger of the Void Destiny!"

"...Damn it."

"Why couldn't this ancestor just accept the idea of ​​merging with the Iron Tomb?"

Without any orders, the locked fleet began maneuvering to evade the moment Emperor III raised his hand.

The explosions turned half of the star field blood red. Emperor III's figure moved between the fleets, and with each wave of his hand, a warship vanished into nothingness.

"The left flank has collapsed, and Emperor III is moving towards the core. We can't stop him!"

"Then stop them with your lives!"

It was unclear whose voice it was, but several warships began to accelerate and ram towards the direction where Emperor III was located.

Before the flames of the explosion had even subsided, the figure emerged from the sea of ​​fire... completely unharmed, expressionless, he simply raised his hand, his palm aimed at another company warship that was charging up its power not far away.

The Star Destroyer was charging and folding its main cannon, the massive energy reaction making it the brightest spot in the star field.

A dark red data stream lit up in the palm of Emperor III.

The next moment, a huge hole appeared out of thin air in the center of the ship—smooth edges, no explosion, no material residue, as if it had been erased from existence itself.

"His attack has ethereal properties; conventional shields are ineffective!" a voice shouted. "All fleets are advised to disperse and not cluster together!"

"Will we survive if we're scattered?" someone asked, and the communication channel fell silent for a moment.

Because everyone knows the answer... no.

Faced with a combination of destructive violence, nihilistic denial, and the precise calculation of intellect, dispersion merely delays death.

Black Tower listened to the wails and roars on the communication channel, his gaze never leaving that figure.

She is waiting.

Waiting for a flaw, waiting for an opportunity, waiting for something she herself didn't even know existed... just in case.

“Ms. Black Tower,” Screw Gum’s voice came through, “the vital signs monitor is still unresponsive. He probably can’t hear you calling.”

"Shut up," Black Tower said softly.

"Black Tower—"

"I told you to shut up."

She reached out and pressed the attack button, feeling a bit of a headache.

Slugum is working hard to produce and process the devastating weapon of the Annihilation level, but it will take some time.

She didn't think they couldn't stop a "commander," she was just afraid that Jiang Jiu would launch the anti-organic equation before things ended with Screw Gum.

Once activated, that weapon will only become the most terrifying disaster.

...But why hasn't it been activated yet?

"Lady Black Tower! Watch out!"

The warship's alarms blared.

A grayish-white beam of light shot from Emperor III's palm, heading straight for the space station...

Too close, too close for the shield to deploy in time, too close for any evasive maneuvers to succeed.

The black tower did not move.

She simply watched the light getting closer and closer, and the person standing on the other side of the beam, and suddenly smiled.

—Didn't you say, "See you tomorrow, you liar"?

But... just when the beam was less than 100 meters from the bow of the space station, a slight deviation suddenly appeared.

The grayish-white torrent swept past the ship's hull, obliterating the three warships behind it.

But the space station was completely undamaged.

"..."

Emperor III lowered his head stiffly, looking at his hands, and his inorganic red eyes suddenly flickered.

"...Black...Tower?"

The sound was very soft, almost inaudible, but the Black Tower heard it.

"Jiang Jiu!" Her pupils contracted, and she tried to contact Jiang Jiu through the space station. "Jiang Jiu! Is that you? Can you hear me?"

Emperor III did not respond.

He simply looked down at his hands, where grayish-white embers still lingered.

His movements—attacks, and even defenses—paused briefly.

"Emperor III's energy threshold is fluctuating abnormally! It's decreasing!"

In an instant, countless attacks covered his area, and attacks that would normally have been difficult to harm him pierced through his body without any defense.

But this state did not last long.

An observer's urgent report rang out over the communication channel, "His consciousness is showing signs of revival? No... a consciousness confrontation has been detected; the will of the Iron Tomb is attempting to regain control!"

"Continue the attack! Now!"

All the surviving fleets unleashed their full firepower in the same instant. Thousands of beams of light converged into a torrent spanning the star field, crashing towards the figure frozen in place.

But the next moment, the beam of light froze in mid-air.

It's not a stop, it's a delay.

“…Let’s go.” It was Jiang Jiu’s voice.