Alarms could clearly be heard from the usual monotone humming of the control panels that surrounded the throne of the God Emperor. A panel moved up from the ground, displaying a geographic map of the world below with an allocation of divine energy, the signature produced by those beings born of the blood of Gods. The effects and bodies of the many weak Spirits that had rebelled against him could be tracked on this map, but that wasn't what the alarm had been about. From a forest region on the smallest continental landmass on the planetary surface came a spike of power which was incomparable to the weak guardian spirits, an arch-angel of an interdimensional deity. It was the highest signature ever detected, and Mathew felt a small ping of pride as his theory of energy-coalition proved both correct and efficient.

Moving his fingers over two keyboards simultaneously, Mathew quickly relayed orders to his forces. He of course had neural controls on his ship, but it wasn't precise enough to manually control teleportation coordinates, not on such a scale. He needed absolute control, as he quickly calculated all the possible situations that could lead out from this. He'd detected another powerful presence near the Archangel, less pure. Presumably only part-God. Each of those presences would need to be quickly either neutralized, pacified, or eliminated. This would be a high-risk mission, however, it would be the stepping stone that would show the multiverse just how serious he was. Not even Gods would stand before him, would stand before his goal.
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Around the forested area that had served as the meeting point for the three powerful beings that had so caught Mathew's attention, a group of battle drones moved in to prepare for any combat situation that might present itself. Over a hundred heavily armed Battle Drones appeared in a circle around the trio, emerging from shining blue disks in mid-air, short range portals programmed from Babylon, high in the air. Targetting systems locked on, shields were activated, and weapons were loaded. Hundreds of blank, metallic faces stared down at those below, as a single, commanding voice could be heard echoing through the stone trees. "This planet is currently property of me, God Emperor Mathew. Drop your weapons. You will surrender yourselves to the Imperium immediately."