Humanity's Greatest Mecha Warrior System

1265  1265 Revival

Max could feel the universe shifting, as a power imbalance that he had never been able to feel before was redistributed, and the layers of space began to come to life. The life force of the God that called himself the Divine One was being siphoned off, along with what felt like the entire stored power of whatever dimensional pocket it had been hiding in.

The God was trapped by the force, unable to retreat, and Max could feel the panic as it called for its compatriots to come rescue it and pull its essence back into the pocket dimension.

Max's first instinct was to collapse the portal and force the God into this layer, in this star system, but so far, he only had shields back online, and he didn't yet have any mobility, much less full weapon output.

The rest of the defensive fleet could try, if they had the capability, but by their thoughts, they weren't in any condition either, the force of the last attack had disabled everything within nearly a light year, and they were floating dead in space as they frantically reset breakers and tried to get their power systems to reboot.

The power of the Divine One was waning, while the power hidden in the Dead Zone was growing, and the fabric of space felt like it was about to collapse back into a single layer, as it had theoretically been at the creation of the universe.

If Max had the astronomical ability, he would have realized that the entire visible universe was indeed being pulled inward at an alarming rate, and the distance between every other star and the centre of his galaxy had contracted by nearly one percent, but with his systems offline, all that he could do was watch the show in front of him and try to siphon as much of the power for himself as possible.

The energy of the Divine One was different from anything that he had absorbed before. It felt like he was gaining an understanding of the basic laws of the universe as he took it in and created an irreversible change to the very nature of his existence.

 Max ignored the changes in himself as he stole the energy of a self-proclaimed God, determined to prevent the creature from ever reforming, but the vast majority was not being taken by him, but by whatever was at the centre of this Galaxy, hidden in a forgotten layer of space.

Then, the rescue finally came, and the other Gods pulled the Divine One back into its pocket dimension, weakened and dying. That didn't stop the bleeding power, though. The energy of the God and the pocket dimension were still being siphoned by both Max and the slowly reviving God here, preventing the portal from closing.

If he could just get the Mecha back online, he could wound the others as well, and pull them into this maelstrom of power to bleed them dry. He was so close to victory over the Rebel Gods that he could taste it, but so far away.

However, the Divine One wasn't the only one with reinforcements. Just as Max thought all hope was lost, and the portal would be forcefully closed, a gigantic asteroid hurtled through it, seemingly out of nowhere, and a billion Myceloid minds cheered in victory. They had found the greatest fight in the universe just in time to not miss it, and their presence in the pocket dimension gave their God enough of a foothold to force the opening even wider, nearly collapsing the space and throwing the occupants out into the Prime Layer.

[Nico, if you can hear me, we've got assistance already here. The Myceloids are on our side, just hold position until your Mecha is fully back online, then we can rejoin the fight.] Max broadcast, both with his internal transmitter and his mental power.

[Got it. Three minutes is all I need, and we should be operational again.]

All across the universe, battles raged, but here in the humans home Galaxy, the situation was much more dire. A thousand Demigod Class Mecha were facing off in a thousand different star systems against a thousand Greater Energy Beings, and the backlash from their battle was tearing reality itself apart.

Nothing was held back, and there was no thought of consequences. If they did not win the battle, there would be no humanity left, so they did everything that they could to destroy the enemy and prayed that the aftermath was something that could be survived.

At the very least, the Anomaly Region still had a massive fleet of warships on standby with hundreds of millions of humans on board. Even if they killed their home Galaxy, there should still be enough of them to start over somewhere new.

In the Alliance, planets slowly burned as the fleets assembled around the survivors to wait for a second wave that never came. Every vessel that the Great Enemy's army had was already thrown at the humans and ground into stardust. They could see the battles raging on their sensors, but the destruction and destabilization of space in that Galaxy was too much, they simply couldn't go there to help.

From her office on Rae 5, Mary Tarith looked up at the sky, where a vortex of purple energy raged, blurring out the battle that was surely ongoing, and blocking her sensors to the point that she could no longer see her daughter fighting.

On the desk in front of her sat a sealed armoured crate, sent to her by Nico in the middle of the battle when the Demigod Class Mecha were deployed. It was set to open in 48 hours, long enough that the fight would certainly be over before she could see what was inside.

"Just hold on, we will open it together." She mumbled to herself as the entire planet shook with the spatial distortions.

Only the most durable of buildings were even standing anymore, and it was time for her to move out into the shuttle, where she would be safe from the prospect of having a building collapse on her.

"Assistant, kindly bring the present with us. We will join the other Council Members above the city." She announced. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

They wouldn't run to orbit. It was better that the people of Rae 5 see the shuttles hovering over the city while the assistants sent out the emergency safety broadcasts. If the people thought that they had run away, it would be chaos, and there would be even more loss of lives than was actually due to the disaster itself.