When the Penitent Sister and Glory Seeker chs advanced towards the alien battleship at blazing fast speeds, their pilots all beca of one mind.
Each female ch pilot earnestly wished to call down the wrath of Helena and snuff out the lives of the alien crew mbers who stood in the way of the Golden Skull Alliance!
This was not the first ti the Penitent Sisters and the Glory Seekers called upon the power of one of their gods. Each ti they took part in a battle formation attack, they felt incredibly honored and privileged to beco connected to one of the greatest won alive.
Their faith beca more invigorated as their small and limited minds touched upon a much greater and vaster consciousness.
No matter the differences and distances between the two, whenever a battle formation took effect, both god and human beca connected by a bond that beca a life-changing experience for the latter.
The power disparity between the two was so great that the ch pilots who ca into touch with the Daughter of Death retained a tiny fraction of the vast death energy that Helena brought to bear!
No one was more in tune with the female design spirit than the Handmaidens of Death.
Aside from Venerable Brutus Wodin, Venerable Olivia Remis and Eona Ballentine had beco the faces of the Glory Seekers.
Along with the increasing number of female expert pilots that broke through as they served in the Hex Army, the Handmaidens of Death had beco the apostles of a young but spirited death goddess.
Both won took their responsibilities extrely seriously. They were utterly unlike Venerable Joshua who only led the Penitent Sister battle formation on a part-ti basis.
What displeased Venerable Remis and Venerable Ballentine the most was that their previous efforts always paled in comparison to that of the young Larkinson hero.
Each ti Joshua took charge of any battle formation, the resulting output gained life, allowing Joshua to effectively control the destructive energies by remote!
This was an incredibly useful and versatile modifier that vastly enabled these kinds of attacks to be more effective.
For example, Joshua could turn around the death energy wave attack or enable it to thread through the thickest ch formations.
Even though the Handmaidens of Death were much more devoted to Helena, they did not possess the vibrant vitality of the golden boy of the Larkinson Clan.
How could they ever do the Daughter of Death justice and channel her lethal splendor in a more effective manner?
The two Glory Seeker expert pilots prayed in front of their own expert chs. As living machines that possessed a direct connection to Helena, they functioned as the best altars to their goddess!
Unlike many of the gods that humans revered throughout the Milky Way and the Red Ocean, Helena actually answered their prayers.
She did not do so through cryptic phenona or drug-fuelled hallucinations either. Instead, as long as there was a legitimate totem in the vicinity, she chose to manifest in front of those devoted to herself.
"I have heard your prayers." Helena spoke one day as her gray-robed form manifested in front of the two devoted expert pilots. "I'm getting rather tired of hearing you beat yourselves up all of the ti, so I decided to co and set matters straight."
"My lady!"
"Your Worship!"
Helena made a cutting motion with her arms. "You don't need to bother with all of that bowing and scraping. Serving the Glory Seekers and protecting my idiot younger brother is all of the service that I need."
"That… that is what we are struggling with, milady." Venerable Olivia Remus humbly spoke as her altered black hair quivered due to her nerves. "We lack guidance in how to better channel your great and aweso power."
She may be a confident expert pilot in front of others, but only Helena could turn her back into a mortal!
Venerable Eona Ballentine nodded as well. Her hair used to be in a different color, but she had dyed it black in honor of the woman she pledged to serve with her life.
"Each ti the people in our fleet speak of battle formations, they think of the one that is tied to you. Yet when they are asked to speak about who can produce the best results, they do not speak of us, but rather of a Larkinson."
"What is the problem with that?" Helena asked with a coy smile on her expression.
"We do not have any ill will towards Venerable Joshua Larkinson, but… he's not a Hexer, nor a woman." Venerable Ballentine spoke.
"We can see that we can do more to help you spread your might on the battlefield, but we do not have the faintest clue how to accomplish this. We have asked for advice from nurous people including Venerable Joshua himself, but none of their words have helped."
"I am not surprised." Helena responded in her slightly echoing and ethereal voice. "Everyone is different. Expert pilots are different as well. Joshua is about as opposite from you as you can find. What works for him does not work for you. He is actually much further ahead in exploring and figuring out the uses of his unique strengths than you. He can do what he has done before because he is good at cooperating with others, particularly chs and design spirits. The two of you cannot match him in this area, so you shouldn't use him as a model."
That piece of news disappointed the two expert pilots.
Helena smiled at the two lost expert pilots. "Don't look so glum. It is not as if you are any worse. Everyone has their talents, and the two of you happen to match my elent. The only reason why you haven't been able to do anything yet is because you haven't properly decided how you wish to leverage your power."
"What do you an by that, milady?"
"You spend too much ti on looking up to and not enough ti on looking at yourselves." The design spirit replied. "The two of you are demigods already. While I am honored by your devotion, you should develop your own personal strengths as well. Don't try to imitate . Be different. Think deeply on how you wish to fight and defeat your opponent and focus on developing yourself to realize it. For example, Joshua decided to make cooperation the core of his fighting style, while Brutus treats the battlefield as a dancing floor."
The two Hexer expert pilots already gained a better idea on what they needed to do. They just had to figure out a way to distinguish themselves so that they could develop their own advantages in battle.
"I understand what you an now, milady." Venerable Ballentine gratefully said. "However, it is difficult for to imagine how we can apply the power of death in our own way. It is a force that kills. Nothing more. How can we apply it differently? There are hardly any other high-ranking ch pilots that we know of that we can use for inspiration."
Helena chuckled and removed the Death Lotus from her hair. She changed the spiritual artifact into a pistol and tossed it in the air as if it was a toy.
"Death is a fundantal concept that is part of the root of reality. Its versatility is far beyond what you can imagine. Don't just look at the literal aning of this concept. Try and look at its symbolic aning as well. Death can represent an ending of sothing brilliant, the heat death of this universe, the passing of an entire race or the disappearance of culture. Anyway, there are many more anings that I have not bothered to ntion, but you should have a good idea by now. Think about what aning of death speaks to you the most and commit yourself to exploring it to the limit and beyond. That is what expert pilots like you should be doing."
Her insightful words had led to a lot of soul searching for the Handmaidens of Death.
Though the two won were still at the beginning stages of their individual explorations, they had already produced a few results that signified their future developnt directions.
As such, when the fast-moving Valkyrie ch formations finally channeled the power of Helena onto the battlefield, three distinctly different death energy waves engulfed the heavily-damaged alien battleship in quick succession!
The first wave ca from the Penitent Sisters. The ominous gray energy wave tinged with a corona of green not only accurately engulfed the entire cross-section of the Fractured House of the Collapsing Star, but also slowed down as best as possible so that it could prolong its contact with all of the life forms inside the hull!
Though it had been extrely difficult for Venerable Joshua to slow down the fast-moving death energy wave, he managed to slow it down by at least 50 percent so that it ultimately acted on the aliens to a stronger degree than usual!
Many weaker aliens collapsed in an instant. There were actually relatively few of them aboard the ship as only the elites of the Red Cabal had been assigned to the Fractured House of the Collapsing Star!
These aliens collapsed silently as their bodies still remained operational but whatever consciousness they possessed had been snuffed out by the power of death.
The stronger aliens managed to hold out a lot better against these waves, especially when they were still passing through relatively quickly.
Surprisingly enough, most of the nunser and puelr crew mbers managed to persist at a remarkably high rate!
Their races were considerably different from each other, but they both happen to share strong minds and willpower.
The nunsers possessed a strong collective spirit and they tended to perform better when they were gathered alongside other nunsers!
Since the crew mbers serving under the Trampler of Stars were mostly mbers of his herd, there were always nunsers gathered into groups!
Each of them drew a lot of strength and reassurance from each other, allowing them to barely resist the first couple of death energy waves!
The puelrs might not be so capable of drawing strength from each other, but they were actually individually stronger in mind!
They had to be because of the diminutive size of their ball-like bodies. Many of them were incredibly clever and adept with technology, and they relied on their formidable accumulation to cling to their own lives and resist the energies that sought to deprive them of their souls!
However, these hardy nunsers and puelrs did not face a single rapidly passing battle formation attack.
There were also other waves that were nearly identical!
One of the waves ca from the Glory Seeker battle formation led by Venerable Olivia Remis.
During her own exploration of death, she decided to branch out and explore how the power of death could affect machines as well as life!
"Even technology can die!"
As such, when the energy wave passed through the hull of the alien battleship, the aliens who were still alive not only had to endure another brutal test, but the various parts and ship systems around them also began to glitch!
Most of the tech of the brand-new battleship was hardy and robust, so relatively few systems malfunctioned due to the efforts of Venerable Remis. She needed to beco a lot stronger if she wanted to affect a ship of this caliber!
Venerable Eona Ballentine managed to produce a slightly more pronounced effect.
Whereas Venerable Remis focused on killing electronics and other machinery, Venerable Ballentine decided to complint that by killing the bodies as well as the souls of individual lives!
After all, there were still individual out there that possessed remarkably strong minds who could resist the power of death head-on. If the Glory Seekers ever encountered such an opponent, then their greatest strength would beco invalid!
Venerable Ballentine did not accept this, and sought to expand the versatility of her death power by focusing on killing the body cells.
At least an opponent who was strong in mind but weak in body would still suffer!
This was exactly what ended the lives of the most resilient officers among the nunsers and puelrs.
Each of them were veterans in their own right and managed to survive the successive death energy waves that had snuffed the vast majority of the crew.
Yet when the energy wave infused by the domain of Venerable Ballentine passed through the hull of the alien battleship, their bodies all beca so weak and sapped with energy that many of them could no longer support themselves!
The puelrs especially had it bad as their ball-like bodies were simply not as strong as that of many other races.
When their bodies faltered, their spirits no longer possessed a solid base, causing them to beco a lot more vulnerable!
In the end, no matter what tricks the aliens relied upon to resist the extraordinary attacks, all of them failed in one way or another.
This was exactly what the Golden Skull Alliance wanted to accomplish!
The power of death had engulfed the Fractured House of the Collapsing Star so thoroughly that only a few individuals were left alive at the end!
One of them happened to be locked in a cell for days on end.
"I… I'm still alive?" Lord Pearian wondered in utter bewildernt.
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