The Martial Unity

If they were capable of expanding to ten thousand stars from one in just thirteen years, then it meant that in a century, they could take over potentially millions of stars in just a century if they kept aggressively expanding at that pace. She couldn’t imagine just what kind of monstrous civilization could grow to such an extent in such a short amount of time in such a low-energy environment while gaining mastery of high technologies with an infantry that was absurdly powerful.

Not just were the quantities of high-level infantry quite copious, but the ceiling of their power was also very formidable. She recalled the strange red-colored female who wielded alien blood to wipe out their forces in the blink of an eye.

Very few people in homoarachnoid civilization possessed that kind of power. Even -o—o-o, a renowned warrior, barely managed to survive the female despite running as best as he possibly could. As long as that red-headed female alien was there, they were undoubtedly going to face a tremendous challenge getting rid of the aliens from their outpost world.

“We. Cannot. Handle. This. On. Our. Own,” Oo—o- realized. “We. Need. To. Consult. Our. Divine. Mother. We. Need. Her. To. Send. One. Of. Her. Direct. Children. To. Take. On. That. Red. Female. Alien.”

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“I. Can. Take. Her. On. By. Myself!”

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“She. Almost. Annihilated. You. Even. Though. You. Were. Running.”

She bruised his ego with the fact that. -o—o-o couldn’t even bring himself to retort at what indisputable truth. The moment he saw the blood effortlessly dismantling his World of Webs domain, he knew that he was severely outmatched by a being that was astronomically superior to him. CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK

“Prepare. Yourself. You. Will. Need. To. Provide. Your. Testimony. To. The. Mother,” she informed him sternly. “We. Go. Right. Away. Lest. The. Outsiders. Secure. An. Unbreakable. Stronghold.”

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“Right. Away? Have. You. Secured. A. Meeting. With. The. Divine. Mother?”

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“I. Did. It. The. Moment. I. Sensed. The. Tremendous. Power. Of. The. Blood-wielding. Human. Who. Crushed. You.”

-o—o-o’s expression tightened. A meeting with the Divine Mother was an extremely serious matter. They were meeting with one of the highest entities in their civilization, and one of the most powerful. A homoarachnoid who had risen to the level of what could only be described as a god among mortals. He lugged his injured body up, following Oo—o- even though every movement in his body hurt. And yet, he gritted his jagged fangs, bearing the pain. If a meeting with the Divine Mother was arranged, then even if he was on the verge of death, he would drag himself to present himself before the great mother.

Once they emerged from the abode of the Oo—o-, they found themselves outside in what could only be described as a city woven from webs.

Every ounce of infrastructure beyond just -o—o-o’s residence and workplace was woven from webs. The buildings around them were spherical little cocoons made up of binding webs, infested with homoarachnoids that resided within them. Even the ground beneath their feet was covered in webbing, causing the entire city to resemble a pure white, save for dots of turquoise from the fur of the homoarachnoid members of their civilization. Underneath the white-woven city were large strands of electromagnetic and fiber optic webs that ran across the entire city, transmitting tremendous amounts of energy and information in a highly sophisticated network.

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A cacophony of clicks was spread across the entire webtropolis from all the homoarachnoids that communicated with each other with clicking pincers. Their bodies were smaller and less threatening than those of blessed warriors and ascendant homoararchnoids like -o—o-o and Oo—o-. They were also notably not infected with infected matter.

They quickly acknowledged and bowed to both the warriors deferentially.

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“Greetings. To. The. Blessed. Warriors. That. Protect. Us.”

There was a clear presence of hierarchy and order in their civilization, devoid of the individuality that characterized much of human civilization and infrastructure.

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“We. Don’t. Have. Time. To. Waste. Let. Us. Take. A. Direct. Line. To. The. Heart.”

They immediately began moving along a set of web strands that allowed them to zoom straight towards their destination. The very epicenter of the webtropolis. -o—o-o’s body burned with pain with the effort and the force he exerted, but he didn’t dare complain. The closer and closer they drew towards the epicenter of the massive city, the more the atmosphere of the city changed.

It grew more silent.

It grew more… heavy.

Homoarachnoid presence thinned. The pressure mounting on their senses heightened as they experienced more and more… angst. A tingling sensation rippled across their alien nervous system as they felt a weight on their very minds that sent chills across their fur.

Their demeanors changed as they adopted the severity needed for the situation they faced.

Soon enough, they arrived.

They arrived at a palace of webs. A titanic structure that towered over the entire webtropolis, woven of webs of the highest caliber made up of extremely potent exotic substances. STEP STEP STEP STEP STEP

Every one of their insectile appendages produced a loud sound that echoed through the palace as they entered it, moving towards the epicenter of the grand structure. There were no guards nor any security.

The entity they were about to visit needed no such things.

As they drew closer, the world around them shifted.

It wasn’t heaven and earth.

The air itself remained normal.

It wasn’t the webs or the ground beneath their feet either.

No, it was the very fabric of reality.

It began to change at a very fundamental level. As if the very fabric of reality was naught but a metaphysical and space-time tapestry woven from webs.

Webs of information itself.

They were merely nexuses of information, nexuses where multiple strands of web conjoined.

It was deeply humbling.

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Soon enough, they arrived.

They arrived at the web of the Divine Mother.

A spherical three-dimensional cocoon of a nest with countless eggs bound to the walls, at the very center of which was a single entity.

A Goddess.

A being of virtually limitless power.

A being before which they were naught but insects.

Her fur was golden, her body was different from the large, tough bodies of the blessed warriors before her. It was lean and small. And yet, the boundless power within it made them feel like she may as well have been a planet, or perhaps even a universe.

Her six eyes slowly turned towards them as they prostrated before her. A gesture that made them feel like a mountain had been thrust on their shoulders.

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“O. Divine. Mother, O-o-o-o” Oo—o- began with a deeply reverent tone. “We. Have. Come. To. Seek. Your. Infinite. wisdom.”

Divine Mother O-o-o-o stared at them for just a moment.

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Her pincers clicked together to produce a sound that broke through the shackles of causality, permeating through past, present, and future to convey a single message.

“S̴̬̞̫̩͛̀̂͊̀̃͗́̐̎̂͘͝p̵̻̹̩̲͈̻̟̥̬̝̜̮̰̈́̀͊̕͘͝e̷̢͍̥̼̤̺͉̫̙͔̝̭̅́̍͐͌́̄̏̿͝ͅà̴̢̢͉̫͇̤͍̹͇̲̙̳͙͋̉̐̑͌͑̐̆͜͝k̴̨̨̙̜͓̙̋̄͊̈́̍͑͆͝.”