Chapter 146: Battle Race
"I see."
Ragna nodded to the high-ranking Angel, then turned to Liang Bing and said,
"I need you to observe them for a while. Study their history and lineage, and determine if there's a hidden civilization backing them. With your abilities, they won't even know you're there."
The Greenskin Civilization was too close to Angel Star, and its nature was far from ordinary. Their sheer resilience and relentless warlike tendencies made them a potential threat. Ragna wasn't at ease, so out of caution, he personally tasked Liang Bing with the mission.
As Liang Bing embarked on her reconnaissance, Ragna remained stationed at Angel Star, intercepting scattered radio signals from the depths of the universe. Meanwhile, massive battleship and Celestial-grade armor production lines began expanding across the Angelic sector.
No matter the era or location, overwhelming military strength was always the foundation of a civilization's survival.
In the blink of an eye, another ten days had passed.
A vast fleet of invisible warships now patrolled the entire Angel Star Cluster, shielding it from detection. Even Angel Star itself had vanished from sight, hidden behind a sophisticated cloaking field that surpassed conventional stealth technology.
The Black Ant Galaxy: A Civilization in Decline
"Black Ant Galaxy… named after the most powerful and ancient civilization that once ruled this star system?"
Ragna 's eyes gleamed as he deciphered the transmitted data.
"Yet after millions of years, their potential has withered. The path of civilization is either forward or backward—there is no standing still. How much longer can the Black Ant Civilization persist?"
Throughout the vastness of space, radio waves carried whispers of countless stories—narratives of empires rising and falling.
To a high-level civilization, encryption was little more than a thin veil—easily torn apart with the slightest effort. What lesser beings considered 'secure' was as fragile as parchment before a Celestial mind.
True civilizational suppression was absolute. It encompassed everything: technology, energy, intelligence, and even philosophy.
Through these intercepted transmissions, Ragna pieced together the situation:
The Black Ant Civilization, an old sixth-level empire, controlled nearly half of its galaxy. However, their stagnation had left them vulnerable. In response, two rising civilizations had formed an alliance, rallying several fifth-level civilizations to their cause.
For millennia, they had been locked in an uneasy standoff—occasional skirmishes, but never an all-out war.
Why?
Because neither side could afford to wipe out the other in a single decisive strike.
A war between two sixth-level civilizations would be catastrophic. The very fabric of the galaxy itself could be torn apart in the process.
Even though the Sacred Oath—an ancient law imposed by higher cosmic entities—restricted civilizations from outright exterminating intelligent races, warfare still had loopholes.
After all, if a race wasn't exterminated, but rather enslaved or turned into test subjects, the letter of the law remained unbroken.
For any civilization, attempting intergalactic escape was a nightmare.
Seventy percent of the universe remained cloaked in darkness, and no one knew what lay hidden there.
Perhaps a hyper-advanced predator race?
Perhaps a world-devouring cosmic entity?
Perhaps a black hole singularity, waiting in silence?
Even if one survived the void, they risked stumbling into another powerful civilization's territory—and no empire welcomed refugees.
To the dominant civilizations of the cosmos, outsiders were either invaders or burdens.
Invaders brought war.
Fugitives brought enemies.
And to grow, a fugitive civilization had to claim resources, inevitably provoking conflict with the native population.
Thus, the universe operated under a single, cruel rule:
Strength determined survival.
In the Black Ant River System, a silent war loomed on the horizon. But to Ragna , their conflict was irrelevant.
He cared about only one thing:
Energy and faith.
The fuel that would allow him—and the Reincarnation Pool—to evolve once more.
With this, he could hatch even stronger Angels and elevate his civilization to a true sixth-level power.
Only then could he participate in the grand struggle for dominance in the Black Ant Galaxy.
The Cass Pantheon and the Star Federation
New intelligence flowed in—radio transmissions, and Liang Bing's field reports.
Around Angel Star, a divine empire reigned.
The Cass Pantheon, a god-system that ruled twenty-three planetary civilizations.
Each world harbored at least one billion intelligent beings, with the largest exceeding ten billion.
If these intelligent minds became Ragna 's followers, their soul energy would flood into his domain, elevating his power beyond imagination.
Unlike the Marvel Universe—where faith and cosmic entities followed distinct rules—the real cosmos provided an endless well of belief energy, far surpassing anything the Earth-bound pantheons could offer.
And yet, the Cass Pantheon was weak.
Their mightiest warriors were a mere three mid-tier gods, barely reaching fifteenth-rank combat power. Even with their subordinate deities, their overall strength was nothing more than an ordinary fifth-level civilization.
Ragna , on the other hand, was already their equal—if not superior.
But the Cass Pantheon had enemies.
A fifth-level technological empire, known as the Star Federation, ruled thirty-two planets and commanded warships, mech legions, and entire battle stars.
They, too, were locked in a standoff with the divine empire.
Unlike the gods, whose subjects were bound by faith, the Star Federation's technological supremacy threatened to expose the divine order as nothing more than a facade.
If the believers ever discovered that a machine could rival or surpass a god…
It would shatter the very foundations of their worship.
Across the universe, conflict was everywhere.
Ragna pondered his next move. Was there a way to exploit this standoff?
The Greenskin Menace
As he weighed his options, Liang Bing reported new findings.
The Greenskins had detected Angel Star's presence.
Despite their primitive technology, they had managed to spot the celestial citadel using rudimentary telescopes and optical sensors.
Then came the response.
Without hesitation, the strongest Greenskins screeched in excitement—and launched themselves into space.
Using crude mass-driver catapults, they hurled countless warriors into the void aboard makeshift flight pods.
"At their current velocity, they'll take at least a month to reach Angel Star," Liang Bing remarked, an amused smirk on her lips.
To her, these brainless berserkers were nothing more than a curiosity.
"And yet, their resilience is staggering. Even in deep space, without provisions or heat, they continue to survive."
Her tone turned icy.
She despised the Greenskins.
And yet, she had to acknowledge their terrifying instinct for war, their monstrous reproductive rate, and their rapid adaptive evolution.
If only they weren't so mindless, they would be the perfect cannon fodder.
So then… who created them?
The Greenskins' historical records were practically nonexistent.
There was no trace of an ancestral homeworld.
No ancient texts detailing their origins.
Only one singular, unshakable truth echoed in every tale they told:
They were born to fight.
They fought for the gods.
But which god?
Which civilization had created them?
And where was it now?
Ragna 's gaze darkened.
A mystery buried in the fabric of the cosmos.