Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Battlefield's Kind-Hearted Hero

Chapter 58: The Saint of the Battlefield

“So, where are we headed next?” Surveying the scene of devastation, Yun Yang felt the battle had reached its end and couldn’t help but ask.

“My next stop is Frazer—I need to protect the heir of our angels,” Angel Yan, walking ahead, thought for a moment. Considering Yun Yang half an ally by now, she answered him.

It was at this moment that the system, addicted to lurking, suddenly chimed in.

Ding! Mission complete. Please collect your reward.

Ignoring the system’s voice, Yun Yang kept his expression unchanged.

“Then I’ll go with Moy and the others to Earth,” Yun Yang said upon hearing Yan’s destination, making it clear he had no interest in going there. All he wanted now was to return to Earth and see Qiangwei.

“Yes, please give my regards to the angels on Earth—especially Leng and the others,” Yan stopped, speaking to Yun Yang with solemnity.

Thinking back on the orders she once gave, she realized she’d made things rather difficult for Leng.

Seeing Yan so earnest, Yun Yang couldn’t help but match her seriousness. “I will. I’ll be sure to deliver the Angel King’s greetings to the Earth angels.”

“And pass our regards to Sister Leng and the others, God of Men,” a silver-haired angel behind them poked her head out to say.

“Alright, but please stop calling me ‘God of Men.’ It’s awkward—I do have a name,” Yun Yang replied, making an ‘OK’ gesture.

“Okay, got it—God of Men.” The silver-haired angel stuck out her tongue and ducked back into the group.

From her reply, Yun Yang realized the nickname ‘God of Men’ was here to stay.

“Well then, the safety of the heir is more important; we’ll be going now,” Yan, having watched Yun Yang and Qing Qing interact, opened a wormhole and addressed Yun Yang.

“Alright, we’ll chat again when there’s time,” Yun Yang said as he stopped.

“Give my regards to Ge Xiaolun. Tell him I’ll be waiting a thousand years from now,” Yan, half her body in the wormhole, suddenly turned back and said.

Before Yun Yang could answer, Yan stepped through. Yun Yang silently grumbled to himself: Ge Xiaolun really has it rough—but that’s not my problem.

Left alone on the battlefield, Yun Yang thought for a moment, then gathered the bodies of the remaining male angels, preparing to cremate them to avoid leaving them exposed to the elements.

Ten minutes later, facing the dismembered corpses he’d slain, Yun Yang was a bit frustrated—he had no fire. That was awkward.

Just as he considered digging a pit, he noticed a massive crater nearby, blasted out by Yan’s lightning. Judging by its size, it would fit them all.

After covering the crater with boulders, Yun Yang nodded in satisfaction. He truly was a good man—even took pains for his enemies’ remains.

“God of Men, how is the Queen?” As soon as Yun Yang appeared on Heavenly Blade Seven, he was spotted by Moy, who immediately asked.

“It’s over. All the male angels have perished, and your queen has gone to Frazer,” Yun Yang replied with a hint of pride, owing to his own contribution.

“That’s great. As long as the queen is safe,” Moy’s relief was obvious as she murmured.

“Let’s go, then. Our destination—Earth!” Seeing Moy relax, Yun Yang knew she’d been worried about Yan. To remind everyone of their mission, he shouted with renewed vigor.

Zhui, nearby, also broke into a smile. “Alright, let’s go—Planet Earth!”

***

The Gluttonous Mother Ship, Command Bridge.

Having just replaced his parts, the Gluttonous King Devourer brooded over his recent ordeal, feeling regret. His void engine had still been functional then—he should have ordered his soldiers to finish off that super warrior.

Clearly, he hadn’t forgotten how the Gluttonous had fired their guns point-blank at Yun Yang’s face, yet failed to kill him.

“Regroup! Intercept the Heaven’s Blade at the edge of Planet Earth’s orbit!” Devourer roared, issuing new orders.

Watching the crew spring back into action, Devourer turned to his adjutant. “Open communications with Demon One.”

***

Demon One, Command Bridge.

“Your Majesty, the Gluttonous request a call,” a demon reported to Morgana.

“Hm? What do those trash want now? Put them through,” Morgana, still debating whether to head to Frazer, was suddenly piqued.

Seeing the huge mecha on the screen, Morgana asked, “Weren’t you running away? What now?”

Devourer felt a pang of embarrassment at Morgana’s mockery—fortunately, his mechanical body betrayed no emotion.

“We want to ambush the angels again at the edge of Planet Earth. Can the demons open another portal for us?” Once composed, Devourer stated his purpose.

“What’s this? Weren’t you roasting goose before? Why angels again?” Morgana, still annoyed by the Gluttonous retreat, continued to goad him.

“It’s… to honor our warriors,” Devourer fumbled for an excuse.

“Heh. I can open a portal—but triple the supplies. After all, it takes energy to open one,” Morgana chuckled, naming her price.

“You’re extorting us! That’s outrageous.” Devourer protested. He’d learned about Demon Atto’s visit and knew just how much ‘triple supplies’ meant—it was an impossible demand for the Gluttonous.

“Fine, conversation over,” Morgana ended the call abruptly.

“These useless fools—open another portal for them, and it only increases our risk. Do they take me for a fool?” she muttered to her demons after cutting the feed.

“Your Majesty is wise!” her followers chorused.

Morgana laughed, savoring their flattery as she left the command bridge.

Back on the Gluttonous ship, Devourer slammed the table in frustration and cursed under his breath. “Morgana, that wretch. If not for my Lord Carl’s help, she’d have been destroyed by Holy Kaisa ages ago. What arrogance.”

The Gluttonous crew, seeing the king’s rage, all fell silent.

After venting, Devourer glanced around at his silent subordinates. “What are you standing there for? Head to the outskirts of the galaxy—we’ll strike at the angels’ subordinate civilizations.”

With his command, the bridge once again buzzed with activity.

Compared to Devourer’s seething anger, Yun Yang was in high spirits.

***

Sitting on the steps by the temple river outside the council hall on Heavenly Blade Seven, Yun Yang watched a squad of patrolling angels. Though beautiful, he couldn’t understand why there was a river built into a warship. Was it just for aesthetics?

He couldn’t comprehend it, but had to admit—it was stunning, and it put him in a good mood.

While his eyes wandered, Angel Zhui approached and sat beside him. “God of Men, during your fight with the Gluttonous King, your speed suddenly seemed to drop. What happened?”

“That big mecha used a void engine and suppressed me in an instant. If my abilities weren’t special, I’d have been the one cut in two.” Though he’d won in the end, Yun Yang still shuddered at how abruptly he’d been overpowered.

Thank goodness he could teleport—otherwise, who knows who would’ve died.

Clearly, Yun Yang thought Devourer, whom he’d bisected, was dead.

“Void engine—suppresses speed. I’ll upload this so the warriors can be wary of Devourer in the future,” Zhui murmured to herself.

“Hm? But Devourer is dead. What’s there to be careful about?” Yun Yang asked, puzzled.

“How could he be? The Gluttonous King’s body is mechanical. Being cut in half is nothing—a few parts replaced and he’s back,” Zhui explained, not sure where Yun Yang’s confidence came from.

“Not dead? I should’ve finished him off. That’s what happens when you don’t make sure,” Yun Yang said, regretting his oversight.

“I watched the battle footage—God of Men, you didn’t have an opportunity,” Zhui said kindly, trying to console him.

“Zhui, don’t shatter dreams, alright?” Yun Yang placed a heavy hand on her shoulder, feigning deep sorrow.

“God of Men, we’re not suitable for each other,” Zhui said suddenly, shrinking away from his touch.

“What? Not suitable?” Yun Yang was thrown by her abrupt change in tone.

“I need a God of Men stronger than me. So we’re not a match,” Zhui stepped back, explaining her standards.

Yun Yang suddenly understood. Seeing her nervous face, he felt the urge to tease her, grinning wickedly. “How do you know I can’t beat you? I did defeat the Gluttonous King, after all.”

“The Gluttonous King is just a modified mechanical lifeform. True, he’s equipped with a void engine, but I’m already third-generation—a divine body. So…” Seeing Yun Yang’s unfounded confidence, Zhui explained reality to him.

“I’m a second-and-a-half generation—shouldn’t be much different from third-gen. Zhui, give it a thought?” Yun Yang, having ignored her explanation, continued to tease.

“There’s a qualitative gap. Third-gens can transcend physical death and live on energy; second-and-a-halfs are still second-gen, just enhanced. A fatal injury would still kill you,” Zhui patiently continued, wanting him to understand the difference.

“So after all that, you just don’t like me. How sad.” Yun Yang’s expression changed suddenly to one of deep sorrow.

“That’s not what I meant, God of Men, don’t misunderstand!” Seeing Yun Yang’s despondency, Zhui panicked, thinking she’d gone too far.