Chapter Fifty-Five: This Isn’t Scientific

Chapter Fifty-Five: This Is Not Scientific

Although Yunyang couldn’t compete with Carl, his confidence was soaring now, for he had just upgraded the King’s Sword in his hand. Unfortunately, the upgrade failed yet again, leaving him with an ability that seemed utterly pointless: “Sever in Two.” Who could guess why a sword’s skill would be named that? Its effect was simple—anything struck by the sword would be cut perfectly in half.

To Yunyang, a weapon of Silver Blade caliber should be able to halve anything it strikes anyway, so this ability felt rather redundant.

Initiating large-scale wormhole spatial jump...

Destination: Red Crow Stellar System, Milky Way...

Activating wormhole energy, opening transit channel. Due to the inability to perform stable calculations within an atmospheric environment, the exit point will be at the nearest optimal location. Approaching the wormgate—everyone, prepare yourselves.

As Yunyang indulged in fantasies of returning to Earth, fighting valiantly at the Gourmet’s side, the Blade of Heaven activated the great wormbridge. This sensation was entirely different from teleporting by himself—this time, he expended no energy at all.

A brilliance of light later, the Blade of Heaven arrived at the outskirts of the Red Crow System.

Yunyang once again beheld several of the eight planets he had longed for. However, with the limits of his vision, he couldn’t even spot Earth—it was simply too far away.

Milky Way, Demon Twin Wings Command Room.

“We’ve detected the location data of a large Blade of Heaven-class combat vessel,” a demon information officer suddenly reported to Morgana at her side.

“Quick, pinpoint their movements for me, then transmit the data to the Gourmets,” Morgana ordered at once.

While the officer worked, the demon Atto, standing nearby, asked in puzzlement, “Why don’t we just launch a Heavenly Wrath bombardment ourselves?”

“That would reveal our position. Besides, the Blade of Heaven Seven can’t be destroyed by bombing alone. You’d need to pile up corpses to overwhelm it—are you volunteering?” Morgana, rarely, took the time to explain to her chief enforcer. After all, Atto was mainly a fighter, not the sharpest mind.

Hearing his queen’s words, Atto realized he had spoken without thinking. Remembering Morgana’s intention to pass the information to the Gourmets, inspiration struck. “Ah, aren’t the Gourmets always the first to volunteer for that sort of thing?”

The demon at the controls glanced sidelong at Atto, secretly marveling at his sudden insight.

After some spirited discussion, they reached a consensus: the demons would provide technical support, and the Gourmets would launch the assault on Blade of Heaven Seven.

Back on the Blade of Heaven Seven, which had just appeared at the edge of the Solar System, Yunyang was about to ask what he should do next when he noticed a dense swarm of Gourmet warships suddenly appearing outside the temporal shield.

He turned to Yan at his side and asked, “Should we just launch a full-scale attack and wipe them out?”

But Queen Yan was calmly issuing a series of commands, paying Yunyang no heed. This stung Yunyang’s recently inflated ego.

Watching the angels take to the skies one by one, Yunyang felt even more wounded—he couldn’t fly. It was a tragic story.

He wanted to complain: with so many enemy ships outside, how could they just leave, not even guarding the crystal? Weren’t they afraid the Gourmets would steal their home?

Taking a few steps, he sidled over to the angel Moy he had just met, and whispered, “They’re just leaving like this? What if the Gourmets break in?”

Moy shot him a glance as if he were hopeless. “See that shield? That’s a temporal barrier—the Gourmets can’t possibly break through.”

Yunyang looked in slight surprise at the shield under heavy bombardment. So this thing was that powerful? He thought it had just changed color.

Before he could look away, however, a sizable breach slowly appeared in the supposedly impenetrable barrier. He turned slowly to Moy.

“I meant the Gourmets can’t break through. This must be Morgana’s doing,” Moy said, a bit embarrassed to meet Yunyang’s eyes.

With the shield breached, the Moy Guard prepared to engage.

A slightly awkward Moy snapped back to attention at the broadcast, leading her squad of angel warriors out onto the open ground.

Yunyang quickly followed. Watching squad after squad of angels take flight, swords pointed at the Gourmets, he felt a wave of frustration. Not only could they all fly, but not a single one thought to bring him along.

Composing himself, Yunyang leapt and landed steadily on the wormhole corridor formed at the edge of the breach, hurling his Dragon Lance and drawing the King’s Sword, striking the pose of a highwayman barring the way.

As the Gourmets were still at a distance, Yunyang managed to spear seven or eight of their attack craft with the Dragon Lance, feeling a rush of satisfaction.

He gently caressed the Lance that had just earned its glory, then looked disdainfully at the King’s Sword by his feet, thinking, “Ranged attacks are just so much more useful.”

From afar, the Gourmet King Shihou suddenly spotted Yunyang, who had wiped out a squad of his warriors, and decided it was time to try out the blessing granted by the Reaper.

Just as Yunyang flung the Dragon Lance again, he saw a massive blue, winged mech flying toward him. Hastily, he picked up the King’s Sword he’d just been scorning.

King’s Sword: Hah, men.

As Yunyang prepared to take down the giant mech, Shihou landed steadily on the wormhole corridor.

Although the Gourmet King now possessed the Reaper’s void engine, years of reverence for the gods made him wary of Yunyang.

He steadied himself and said, “You are the Black Armor Warrior of Earth. What are you doing on an angel battleship?”

Clearly, Shihou had forgotten who Yunyang was. In his mind, once Carl intervened, no one could survive—he’d already written Yunyang off as dead.

“Obviously, I’m here for revenge. You dare attack Earth—do you even know the meaning of death?” Yunyang, matching the moment, uttered words he would never normally say.

“Then there’s nothing more to discuss. Let’s fight,” Shihou replied, playing along.

Aiming at the giant mech, Yunyang hurled the Dragon Lance and lunged with the King’s Sword.

As the Lance hurtled toward him, Shihou felt a flicker of recognition, but dismissed it. Activating the void engine, he set the Lance’s speed to ten.

“Tch, that trick again? Disgusting,” Yunyang muttered, but his hands moved swiftly, the King’s Sword slashing toward the mech’s neck.

Shihou was even faster, drawing a massive, sci-fi-styled greatsword from his back to block Yunyang’s strike.

A crisp clang echoed as the two weapons met—Shihou’s greatsword split cleanly in two. Yunyang realized the King’s Sword’s ability had activated. Not bad, actually.

Despite his weapon being cut, Shihou didn’t panic, parrying Yunyang’s next blow with half a sword.

After several such exchanges, Shihou finally lost patience. Each time he parried, his weapon split in two—now he was down to just a hilt. Furious, he shouted,

“What kind of sorcery is this?!”

“When your weapon is this good, you can afford to be reckless,” Yunyang replied, keeping the truth to himself. If you don’t like it, get yourself a weapon like mine.

Throwing away the broken hilt, Shihou activated the void engine again, targeting Yunyang’s speed and beginning to analyze his body’s data.

A flash of blue light in his hand, and Yunyang suddenly found his legs heavy, his movements slowed to a crawl.

Shihou’s processor was running hot. Why did this Black Armor Warrior have so many firewalls? Was he poisoned?

These firewalls were actually a perk from Crane Xi’s analysis. Sensing Yunyang’s total cluelessness, Crane Xi had set up extra firewalls for him—just in case someone tried to steal his data one day.

While Shihou’s computational resources were fully occupied, Yunyang slowly leveled the King’s Sword at his now-stationary foe and triggered teleportation.

A second later, Yunyang appeared behind Shihou and slowly brought the sword down on him. By rights, such a sluggish attack shouldn’t have scratched his armor.

But the King’s Sword was an exception, with its special “Sever in Two” ability.

The blade, already pressed to Shihou’s armor, descended with all of Yunyang’s strength. After five seconds, it brushed gently against the mech’s body.

Because his computational resources were tied up, Shihou saw Yunyang’s position but couldn’t move. Still, he doubted such a slow attack could harm him.

Even if damaged, he could always replace the parts, couldn’t he?

With that mindset, Shihou’s mech was split cleanly in two the moment the King’s Sword touched it.

Yunyang was stunned. Shihou was even more so. What kind of sorcery was this—to be sliced in half with a mere touch?

Just one thought ran through Shihou’s mind: This is impossible! His analysis of Yunyang froze, and in a panic, he immediately gave orders to his warriors.

“All Gourmet warriors, come save your king!”

At this moment, the discipline of the Gourmet forces was on full display. The warriors charging inward turned in unison and rushed to their king.

Seeing their king split in two, the incoming Gourmets paired up, hefted the mech’s two halves, and fled.

Five others, weapons at the ready, shouted gravely, “Get the king out first! For the glory of my god, Carl!”

They opened fire on Yunyang in a wild barrage.

Still under the suppression of Shihou’s void engine, Yunyang couldn’t dodge and could only take the hits.

Thanks to the Black Armor, though he was battered and bloody, he suffered no serious injuries—just looked horribly wounded.

At this moment, the angels noticed the commotion. Two angel warriors flew over.

With Shihou carried off by his warriors, and the void engine unable to suppress Yunyang from a distance, its effect dissipated.