Chapter Twenty-Nine: Reina's Counterattack

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Reina’s Counterattack

“What are you still standing here for? Can’t you see how hungry I am? Weren’t you supposed to take care of me?” Rose looked at Yunyang, who still seemed a bit clueless, and decided she couldn’t tease him any longer.

“All right, Rose, wait a moment, I’ll go get the food,” Yunyang replied obediently and went to fetch the meal.

Stepping out of the tent, he was surrounded by warriors—no civilians this time. Most of the troops were already heading toward Polaris, where a major battle seemed imminent.

As Yunyang pondered which direction to head for food, Wei Qi came looking for Rose. Before he could say anything, he spotted a black-armored warrior standing guard at Rose’s tent. Wei Qi assumed reinforcements from Central Command had arrived, and his heavy heart eased.

Rose had always managed to work with ordinary soldiers to strike at the alien wolfdogs, and now with another powerful ally, what enemy could possibly stand in their way?

Yunyang noticed Wei Qi approaching from afar, but said nothing; it seemed Wei Qi had business with Rose, so he waited patiently.

As he drew near the tent, Wei Qi finally recognized Yunyang. After Rose had returned alone last time, Wei Qi thought Yunyang had been lost and had mourned for two days. The unexpected reunion was a pleasant surprise.

Wei Qi walked up and slapped Yunyang on the shoulder. “Not bad! You’ve risen to black-armored status now? Impressive, truly impressive.”

“Haha, I guess so. Maybe I was beaten half to death last time and that gene engine of mine finally activated,” Yunyang joked.

Chatting amiably, Yunyang and Wei Qi made their way to the mess hall, though Wei Qi couldn’t shake the feeling he was forgetting something important.

Returning to the tent with two bowls of porridge and a small dish of pickles, plus two eggs in his pocket, Yunyang found Rose sitting on the bed, lost in thought.

He peeled the eggs and handed one to her. Staring at Rose’s beautiful face, Yunyang felt somewhat dazed. If something had really happened between them last night, why did he have no memory of it at all? He distinctly recalled falling asleep first. Could it have been Rose? That seemed unlikely. There was definitely something odd here.

After their meal, Rose patted Yunyang on the shoulder, giving him a look filled with encouragement. “You almost starved me to death! But now that you’re here, I don’t have to fetch my own meals anymore. I’m happy.”

Yunyang finally sensed something was off. Rose hadn’t said a single word about the previous night, merely guiding him with her expressions and actions.

Looking at Rose, he asked uncertainly, “Rose, were you just hungry this morning?”

Seeing her nod, Yunyang felt a bit cheated, but then again, maybe not—after all, he’d slept in her bed all night.

By midday, as the march reached a small bridge, the giant wolves returned, clearly aiming to attack and destroy it. Should they be allowed to succeed? Absolutely not.

Before Yunyang could even draw his Dragon Lance, Rose had already teleported via a wormhole to the air above the enemy ship. Since the vessel was hovering, Rose landed steadily atop it, ready to analyze its structure. She’d cracked ships like this countless times; she could break in within thirty seconds.

Yunyang soon teleported to her side. Without waiting for her to speak, he grabbed Rose and leapt off the ship, hurling a streak of blue energy back over his shoulder. Before the pair even touched the ground, the giant wolf ship exploded into a massive firework.

Seeing their flagship blown apart, the six remaining wolf cubs in scout shuttles dared not linger. They fired a few energy bolts at Yunyang and Rose, then fled. Only five made it back; one fell prey to the Dragon Lance, perishing instantly.

That evening, Yunyang teleported directly to the courtyard on Polaris. Under the gaze of five angels, his spectral form gradually solidified.

As he emerged, Yunyang found all five angels staring at him. Feeling a little awkward, he offered a casual greeting.

“What kind of black technology is this? It looks incredibly handy,” Angel Len said, a little envious.

“Heh, that’s right. As long as I can get a fix on a location, I can teleport there—anywhere I please,” Yunyang boasted. Such power was enviable, and there was no use trying to hide it.

The energy consumption was enormous, though. Without secondary privileges, Yunyang couldn’t teleport far beyond Earth. Now, with those privileges, energy was no longer an issue; the only limitation was the lack of coordinates—he still had to fight on Earth and couldn’t leap into space for battles.

Over the following days, Yunyang shuttled busily between Rose’s camp and Polaris. By day, he fought alongside Rose, relaying orders from Central Command. By night, he returned to Polaris to help the angels recuperate.

Elsewhere, Ge Xiaolun had just finished a conversation between gods with Reina and was coaxing the captain of the Super Soldier Squadron back to base.

After much patient persuasion, he managed to bring back the sulking Reina. He even crafted a hand cannon using the void controller and presented it to her. Supposedly, it allowed for precise detonation, eliminating worries about friendly fire.

With the hand cannon in hand, Reina strode at the front, barely able to contain her excitement. She’d earned her reputation as a “disaster” precisely because she so often caused collateral damage. If this gadget worked as Ge Xiaolun claimed, she could finally unleash her power without restraint—one fusion ball per shot, each enough to wipe out an enemy, sheer bliss.

The next day, everyone gathered in an open field where the gluttonous spaceship hovered in the sky. Reina raised her right arm, aimed at the ship, and began charging energy.

“This is the right direction, isn’t it? Here I go—don’t blame me if I overdo it.”

“Wait, let me double-check,” Ge Xiaolun hesitated, suddenly unsure. It was his first invention—feasible in theory, but untested in practice.

“Hurry up,” Reina urged, unconcerned with his worries.

After a moment’s thought, he recalled that the schematics came from Zhixin and the program was built with sacred code; there shouldn’t be any problem. “It should be fine. Fire away.”

With a sharp whoosh, a dazzling golden orb shot toward the distant ship. Upon impact, a shockwave rippled outward and the ship split cleanly in two, slowly plummeting from the sky. Only then did a moderate explosion reach their ears.

The surrounding warriors erupted in cheers—the weapon’s power was astounding. Next time they faced such a ship, they could take it out with a single shot.

Watching the device’s success, Ge Xiaolun exclaimed excitedly, “Awesome! At this rate, we’ll reach Polaris in three days!”

Reina, however, was unimpressed. “I’m a person, not your cannon. I have my own thoughts, you know.”

Ge Xiaolun scratched his head, embarrassed. He had, admittedly, taken her for granted. “Well, we’re all here to teach them a lesson, aren’t we?”

“I need to be able to think for myself,” Reina pressed on.

“I never said you couldn’t.”

“Oh, by the way, I’m the captain of the Super Soldier Squadron. Why are you acting like the boss?” Reina suddenly interjected.

“Right, right—you’re the captain,” Ge Xiaolun admitted, sheepishly rubbing his head.

“Exactly! Reina is the real captain here,” Zhao Xin chimed in, eager to assert his presence.

After a round of banter, Reina turned to Ge Xiaolun and spoke earnestly, “I am a god. I must act with principle.”

Before Ge Xiaolun could reply, Zhixin, who had been quietly standing aside, finally spoke. “Indeed, that is one of Queen Keisha’s rules of justice.”

“Miss Angel, let me say this: Lieyang may possess destructive power, but the sun was not made for destruction—it gives life,” Reina retorted, a little vexed. Was the angel implying she or her grandfather lacked principle?

“Then why didn’t you think that way yesterday?” Ge Xiaolun quipped, recalling Reina’s insistence on trading Earth’s soil for the gluttonous fleet above.

“I did think that way yesterday. That’s why I’m here today to teach you,” Reina replied. As if suddenly remembering something, she walked up to Ge Xiaolun, patted him on the shoulder, and spoke with deep sincerity: “By the way, Xiaolun, your confidence is most important.”

“All right, I’ll help you blow up another one.” With that, she turned and fired, wrapping up the day’s work.

On the ground, the Chinese warriors cheered, but over on the gluttonous side, the mood had grown somber. Not only had they lost a battleship, but now a deity from legend had descended upon Earth—a being from thirty thousand years ago, returned once more. The gluttons were deeply unsettled.

Outside Earth’s atmosphere, aboard the flagship of the gluttonous civilization, the commander of the Earth war zone was reporting to a superior in power armor.

“The evil god Hua Ye just passed through our fleet and joined the Huaxia battlefield. Although the so-called Galaxy Force—Ge Xiaolun—doesn’t have high combat power, we can’t ignore the fact that a group of black-armored warriors has suddenly appeared at his side. Who knows if they’re connected to the Black Great Wall? Local communications have also been restored. The demon goddess Reina has rejoined forces with the Galaxy Force, posing a significant threat. The Chimera is ready to withdraw from Luoyang to avoid being bombed by Reina,” he paused, then continued.

“In addition, a Chinese unit equipped with special weapons has joined Polaris, along with an undocumented super warrior who can traverse space and relay orders over greater distances than Black Armor Rose, effectively restoring communications in another form. Not only can he transmit orders, but his combat power is formidable. He wields a spear that can take down one of our attack craft with a single throw. No craft has managed to escape him yet.”