Chapter 116: The Inferno Bombardment Swarm

Chapter 115: Let’s Bet Whether There’s a Bullet in My Gun

“The power of the galaxy! Today, I will kill you!” Sumari waved his hand, causing the surrounding scum of the heavens to step aside. Only then did he point his sword at Ge Xiaolun and shout loudly.

“Heh, I’ve handled so many people without a scratch; losing to you won’t make a difference. Come on, you weakling!”

Ge Xiaolun now wielded the King’s Sword, each strike able to sever an enemy’s weapon. This inflated his ego immensely, making him feel invincible—as if nothing, god or Buddha, could stand in his way.

If he were to fight Sun Wukong now, Ge Xiaolun would rush into battle without hesitation, confident that his weapon surpassed anyone’s. “Bring it on.”

With this mindset, Ge Xiaolun even beckoned Sumari with a finger, openly showing his disdain for this scum of the heavens.

Provoked by Ge Xiaolun’s taunt, Sumari nearly lost control, but Hua Ye’s warning helped him maintain the last thread of his mental defense. He commanded the surrounding scum, “Be ready to support at any time.”

Without waiting for their response, he drew his sword and charged into battle.

Meanwhile, Yun Yang led several scum far ahead, but it seemed they were about to catch up with him soon.

One of them was less than fifteen meters away. Although this distance allowed for the use of dark energy spheres, this scum had been trailing Yun Yang for a while, aiming to finish him off in close combat.

He didn’t use ranged attacks but gathered his strength, accelerating rapidly, sword aimed at Yun Yang’s unarmored neck.

Yun Yang obviously sensed the move, a smirk curling his lips as he mentally sentenced the scum to death.

Holding the Void Greatsword backward in his hand, he flapped his wings and stopped abruptly, pointing the sword tip behind him before thrusting fiercely.

The sensation of blade piercing flesh transmitted through Yun Yang’s hand, as the scum, unable to brake in time, was impaled through and through by the Void Greatsword. A choking sound came from his throat, but this was space; Yun Yang couldn’t hear it.

Even with the Void Greatsword’s properties, Yun Yang didn’t glance back. With a sharp tug, he continued his escape, leaving the scum floating there, weakly waving his hands in pain and struggle.

One after another, scum passed by without lending aid—not because of cruelty, but because a second-generation angel impaled through like that couldn’t be saved without equipment, and clearly, none was available.

On the battlefield, human life was evidently less valuable than battle achievements, so they instinctively ignored him and kept pursuing Yun Yang, the mobile source of glory.

Soon, Yun Yang was almost caught again. But this time, it wasn’t a reckless rookie; two scum flanked him, one on each side, wary of a counterattack.

Yun Yang had already planned a response. He stopped abruptly, swung the Void Greatsword in a circle, and one scum failed to dodge in time, receiving a large gash across the chest.

The injured one was obviously doomed. The other reacted quickly, but Yun Yang didn’t linger; he smiled at him, then teleported fifty meters away and took off again.

The scum showed a regretful expression but could only continue the chase. Although Yun Yang deliberately slowed his pace, he dared not approach too closely, staying just out of range.

Soon, the pursuing scum regrouped and cautiously closed the distance, slightly accelerating.

Yun Yang glanced back, darkening his expression. Seven of them attacking at once—how cowardly.

Seeing no chance for a sneaky move, Yun Yang stopped, startling the scum behind him into abrupt brakes, their gazes wary of the silver-armored super soldier ahead.

Yun Yang began a verbal taunt, gesturing for them to stop and asking over the public channel, “Why are you chasing me?”

The scum exchanged glances before one voice replied, “Idiot, attack! Kill him!”

At the command, all seven scum moved without hesitation, no longer interested in conversation.

Using the bulk of the Void Greatsword, Yun Yang deflected several attacks and muttered a rude word in return to their foul language, then resumed running.

The familiar routine continued: Yun Yang escaping steadily, the scum pursuing steadily, both keeping a relatively safe distance.

Until one scum threw a golden light orb at Yun Yang, making the chase more interesting.

Though Yun Yang wouldn’t be hurt, getting hit would be humiliating and embarrassing. Reflecting that he lacked ranged attacks, Yun Yang stopped again, this time without speaking, rushing at the scum and swinging his sword at one in the middle.

Unfortunately, his intent was too obvious, allowing the scum to dodge easily, nearly landing a sword strike on Yun Yang instead.

Cursing his bad luck, Yun Yang continued running. As long as they used ranged attacks, he would turn back to strike them in the face.

Sure enough, Yun Yang cut down one scum. Six remained, and he felt he would win within two minutes.

Another volley of golden light orbs shot out. The scum braced for Yun Yang’s counterattack, but he merely stopped and made a finger-gun gesture.

“Bet on whether there’s a bullet in my gun.”

Though the scum probably didn’t understand the joke, it didn’t stop Yun Yang from saying it.

This time, the scum didn’t even exchange looks; they charged straight in, determined to tear Yun Yang apart.

Yun Yang held the pose until they were within three meters.

“Bang!” A gunshot echoed in the public channel, heard by all scum attacking Yun Yang.

But they ignored it, certain the silver-armored super soldier would soon become their trophy.

Yet, a sharp pain spread through Yun Yang’s body, even his mind throbbed. An inexplicable fear of death welled from deep within.

Now suspended in the wormhole corridor, Yun Yang watched six bodies fly past him from inertia, sneering.

“A bunch of fools. After playing with me so long, do you think I’d spare you if I couldn’t analyze you?”

Indeed, Yun Yang had activated an advanced quantum field skill, collapsing the quantum structures of these scum. If he hadn’t maintained control, they would have turned into nothing but a pile of rotten flesh without bones.

He didn’t return to the battlefield immediately; after all, it wasn’t far away, and Qilin should be able to reach it.

He released Xiaoyi and Qilin, ready to continue output, since Qilin’s cold gun was quite effective against the scum.

Next moment, Qilin appeared before Yun Yang, holding a bottle of soda with a dazed expression. She gulped down the remaining drink, coughed lightly, and said, “Let’s continue.”

Yun Yang covered his face, said nothing, and sat back on the wormhole corridor, watching Qilin’s wounds flicker faintly.

When an angel was surrounded and impaled through by two scum, Yun Yang noticed.

He teleported beside the unknown angel sister, grabbed her, and returned to Qilin.

Without hesitation, he stripped the armor off her in virtual space, threw her into a medical pod, and said to Xiaoyi,

“Ahem, Xiaoyi, when she recovers, tell her the armor removal was your idea.”

Seeing Xiaoyi nod, Yun Yang happily left the virtual space, standing beside Qilin, whispering, “So satisfying.”

Qilin noticed and asked, “What did you say just now? Didn’t hear it on the channel.”

Of course, Yun Yang wouldn’t say such things aloud, and he perfunctorily replied, “I said luckily we saved her in time; she should be fine.”

“Hm, your ability is really useful. Try to watch the battlefield more,” Qilin said, genuinely.

Compared to this quiet scene, the space battles behind them were dazzling. The main guns of the Skyblade Seven had concentrated fire three times.

Yet, Skyblade Seven remained like a mountain, standing firm against wind and rain—a sight that frustrated the Glutton commanders but left them helpless.

They could only vent their anger by attacking angel vanguards of the outer fleet, even risking friendly fire to target those restricted in movement.

Surprisingly, this tactic worked—five angel vanguards had already been hit by the main guns.

This caught the attention of Moi, who commanded Skyblade, but no “sister offline” alerts came through.

She paid no mind. As an angel, her pride made her disdain the Gluttons.

To Moi, no offline alert meant no serious problem; those hit were probably blasted into deep space—far from the battlefield and thus safe.

As the shields of the Glutton flagship warships were shattered one by one by Zhixin, Moi recalled the delaying angels outside.

With the last angel’s return, Earth’s nuclear missile salvo was launched, like a volley of thousands of arrows.

Trailing long smoke tails, the nuclear missiles streaked toward the Glutton fleet. But as the angels disengaged, the Gluttons were already prepared.

They dispersed their fleet to avoid the Skyblade Judgment superweapon, and nuclear weapons in space weren’t very effective anyway.

Moreover, the Gluttons’ countermeasures were strong; most missiles were intercepted.

Despite high hopes, the salvo’s damage was limited, mostly destroying gunboats, with only about thirty escort ships lost.

After seeing the data, Lian Feng’s expression darkened briefly before shifting to one of excitement. He broadcast loudly,

“Excellent! Our missile salvo inflicted heavy damage on the Glutton fleet. Next, let’s invite our Elite Soldiers and angels to perform.”

Immediately, the long-awaiting Elite Soldiers surged forward, led by angels, flying toward the wormhole gate.

Meanwhile, Liu Chuang had been trapped in this lifeless iron coffin for a while, rummaging through to find the self-destruct button of the flagship.