The Mech Touch novel Chapter 4994

4994 Grand Convergence V

Penance.

That had become the latest preoccupation of the nunser known as the Trampler of Stars.

What the alien could not accept was the understanding and forgiveness expressed by the leaders of the Red Cabal.

The wise and powerful descendants of the Elder Gods did not cast any blame towards the lesser nunser god.

The Fractured House of the Collapsing Star had only been constructed fairly recently, and already the hybrid alien homeship had been felled by a fleet of inferior human irregulars.

The Trampler of Stars could accept defeat at the hands of the 'Mech Trade Association' or the 'Common Fleet Alliance', but according to the information supplied by the honorless human sycophants, the group that managed to defeat him and his homeship were nowhere near as important!

This caused his defeat to shame him even more. If not for the fact that he needed to abide by the directives set by the leaders of the Red Cabal, the nunser god would have preferred to stay and fight to the bitter end!

Instead, he had run back to one of the headquarters of the Red Cabal like a nunser who had lost his herd.

As his combat four-legged form strode down the center path of the Sixth Tide Station, all of the nunsers, puelmers and other indigenous alien soldiers striding on the side paths gazed at the living god with awe, worship and respect.

The mortal aliens revered their gods far too much to recognize that the objects of their worship possessed their own flaws and shortcomings.

The Trampler of Stars felt more ashamed as the amount of adoring looks increased. The metal deck underneath his powerful hooves strained even more as they struggled to contain the shockwaves generated by his increasingly less controlled gait.

The alien god deeply wanted to get back to the frontlines so that he could earn his penance by fighting the powerful human mechs and starships.

Yet as much as he wanted to break through the station wall, warp out of this star system and make his way to the nearest nunser-controlled region that had come under attack, his orders compelled him to stay in place.

He did not have the courage or will to defy his orders, not when he thought about the powerful god who issued them in the first place.

The Trampler of Stars happened to be on the way to meet with the powerful descendant.

One of the main reasons why the nunser did not dare to defy the descendant was because this older and more ancient being had mentored the Trampler of Stars.

It was through the help of this higher being that the Trampler of Stars had been able to increase his godblood concentration and master the art of trampling space.

As the nunser god entered a more restricted area of the gigantic Sixth Tide Station, he felt more relieved as he no longer received as many worshipful gazes.

These aliens should be praying to other gods.

The Trampler of Stars continued to stomp forward until he approached a massive metal gate.

A large amount of godblood had been infused into the gate, so much so that not even the Trampler of Stars possessed the confidence to breach it with his own power!

No guards or automated defense systems protected this gateway because none were needed.

The gate slowly slid upwards as soon as the Trampler of Stars came within sight.

Once the nunser god stepped inside, somehow entered into a completely different environment!

A highly toxic gas mixture surrounded him from all sides. The dim lighting was only enough to make the Trampler of Stars see swirls of beige gasses in every direction.

The pressure, heat and radiation were much higher than before!

The majority of the Sixth Tide Station had set its environment at an acceptable middle ground where most of the races could endure with the help of relatively thin protective suits.

The new gaseous environment that the Trampler of Stars found himself in was never meant to accommodate mortal alien life forms.

Only the most advanced and resilient vehicles had any hope of allowing them to enter this holy enclave.

Even the Trampler of Stars himself struggled to protect his resilient body. He summoned and strengthened his transphasic barriers in order to reduce the pressure on his flesh.

The nunser god kept striding forward. His hooves no longer enjoyed any solid footing, so they dug into the folds of space instead!

On and on the phase lord kept moving. It was extremely difficult for anyone to determine his direction or navigate towards a specific destination, but the Trampler of Stars did not suffer from these limitations.

He was a god, one that had succeeded in holding and utilizing the power of the godblood that flowed through his strengthened veins!

An unknown amount of time went by as the Trampler of Stars kept exercising his body and organs further.

Even for a god of his strength, it was a considerable burden for him to remain in this gaseous environment.

Still, he persisted in his journey. The summons was absolute and there was no way the Trampler of Stars would allow himself to delay his arrival. Slowly but surely, the illumination grew brighter. The Trampler slowed down his steps as he approached what looked to be a miniature star.

It was not a real star, but still possessed a fraction of one!

Such a weak and tiny star could not possibly exist in a normal reality, but the descendant of the Elder God who shaped this enclave had rewritten the fabric of space in front so that an anomaly such as this could exist in a stable form!

The Trampler of Stars did not possess the power or the wisdom to reshape space and create a miniature star by himself. Yet his alien eyes gazed hopefully at the tiny stellar object as knew that he could make one of his own, so long as he managed to evolve and attain the strength of the descendant hovering before his body.

Compared to the miniature star, the phase whale that created it was much more impressive!

The god was not a regular member of his eminent race. As an ancient phase whale, the one known as the Tide Caller had lived long enough to witness the passage of several eras of the Red Ocean!

All of the inferior blood that had once circulated through his body had disappeared long before the Tramper of Stars had been born.

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