Chapter 89: Madman

Chapter Eighty-Nine: The Madman

Seeing Lianfeng hesitating to speak and Zhixin looking a bit stifled, Yunyang suddenly spoke loudly.

“With your assurance, I can rest easy.”

“How so?” Elder Huang gazed at Yunyang, his tone unchanging, calm and unhurried.

“That thing is easy to kill. As long as Zhao Xin goes, it’ll be fine.” Yunyang acted as though it was trivial, speaking with indifference.

“I think I can give it a try!” Zhao Xin’s eagerness was written all over his face as he spoke up loudly.

“We haven’t sorted out the data yet.” Zhixin grasped Zhao Xin’s hand, shaking her head gently.

But Yunyang overheard this, his eyes flickered and he said, “That might not work. Better send someone who can fly.”

“Don’t!” Zhao Xin protested with a long face.

Just as Zhao Xin looked crestfallen, Ge Xiaolun’s eyes suddenly lit up. He thought he was up to the task; since Yangzi said he’d killed one before, he could just follow Yangzi’s method.

Yunyang looked around, and Ge Xiaolun, eager to set out, had already unfurled the wings on his back.

Liu Chuang noticed Ge Xiaolun’s impatience and couldn’t help but speak up. “Yangzi, let Xiaolun go. Look how anxious he is! Besides, he’s the only one of us who can fly.”

Yunyang thought for a moment and was about to agree when, not far off, a light cough was heard.

Everyone turned toward the sound and saw Angel Breeze hovering about ten centimeters above the ground.

Liu Chuang looked awkward, and the nearby angels couldn’t help but cover their faces until Qingxue and Angel Cold came over, each grabbing one of Angel Breeze’s wings, and dragged the little angel away.

Zhixin gave everyone an apologetic look, signaling Yunyang to continue.

“My plan is this: use the Dragon Spear…” Yunyang began recounting how he had previously slain a triangular entity, and under Ge Xiaolun’s urging, reluctantly produced the Dragon Spear.

After Ge Xiaolun left, Yunyang, a bit bored, stared at the screen—he could already foresee the tragic fate awaiting the triangular creature.

Sure enough, Ge Xiaolun, riding the Light of Dawn, spotted the three colossal beings from afar at the scene.

This time, he had no intention of parleying; he simply drew the Dragon Spear, ready to strike first.

After a few practice swings, he wondered if he wasn’t still too far away.

He flew a little closer, stopping about a kilometer from the triangular entities.

He unleashed his first guaranteed hit.

Lightning flashed, blue light shot forth, and with a single exchange, the leading triangular entity became a corpse, slowly toppling into the sea.

Seeing one of their kind slain in an instant, the other two triangular entities halted, no longer advancing.

“Unknown. We are outmatched. Retreat.”

With that, they turned and gradually faded into the air, the effect like a micro-wormhole, though the fluctuation was nearly imperceptible.

Watching the retreating triangular entities, Ge Xiaolun felt a little disappointed. He glanced at the incredibly handy Dragon Spear in his hand and wondered how he could keep it a few more days.

While Ge Xiaolun was pondering excuses to borrow it longer, on Heavenly Blade Seven, Elder Huang and Lianfeng had already left, and the atmosphere grew lively again.

“All that for these weaklings? We held two days of meetings for this? I didn’t even get my beauty sleep!” Leina yawned in disbelief.

“Yeah, I haven’t played games for two days either,” Yunyang sighed, earning scornful looks from everyone.

Using a gene engine to play games—Yunyang was probably the first in the known universe.

“Cold, Breeze, let’s go play some games!” Seeing everyone’s disdain, Yunyang interpreted it as envy—jealous that he could take a break.

He called out loudly for his gaming teammates, determined to play until dawn.

On Pluto’s Great Insect Bridge, a peculiar spaceship had arrived—a wooden sailing ship, quietly drifting through the cosmos without even a trail of exhaust.

As soon as the ship appeared, the nearby Gluttonous Civilization fleet detected it.

One squad broke off from the main fleet, slowly approaching the wooden ship.

This was a type of vessel unique to the Celestial Era, so archaic that even the conservative Sun Reign had never used it.

At that moment, on the bridge of the wooden ship, a richly dressed man sat with a timid-looking woman in his arms. Behind him, two men with delicate gestures took turns massaging his shoulders.

“My king, the Gluttonous request an audience,” a warrior dressed in a Roman-style skirt and armor knelt before him, reporting.

“Oh? The Gluttonous? Let them come in,” he waved his hand dismissively.

Soon, three Gluttonous, clad in blue-and-white exoskeleton armor, boarded the ship.

“Honored King of the Celestials, we bring our king’s most sincere greetings,” the leader said, hand over heart, before the elegantly dressed Hua Ye could react.

“Hahahaha! Very well. Since your Gluttonous King is so earnest, then let him come here himself,” Hua Ye replied bluntly, repeating his approval three times.

The lead Gluttonous looked troubled, unsure how to respond.

At that moment, one of the Celestials behind Hua Ye barked, “What’s with the hesitation? Is the Celestial King’s summons something anyone can refuse?”

“Very well. We’ll contact our king,” the three Gluttonous exchanged glances and replied.

Upon receiving the message, the Gluttonous King Devourer scoffed inwardly, “Just one of my god’s experiments, yet he thinks he’s invincible in the universe?”

Two hours later, the wooden ship was docked beside the Gluttonous flagship, appearing minuscule in comparison. One of the Celestials behind Hua Ye, fingers arched daintily, remarked, “My king, these insects dare give us a show of force.”

Hua Ye sneered, “Making us wait two hours was their show of force. We should return the favor—show these beasts that size isn’t everything.”

“No, my king. Bigger is better,” that same Celestial replied, cheeks flushed, looking somewhat repulsive.

“Oh? Darling, which do you prefer, big or small?” Hua Ye fondled the woman in his arms, rising and swaying his hips lewdly.

Terrified, the woman dared not move or speak, her body trembling under the gaze of the three Celestials.

“Darling, the king is speaking to you,” one Celestial prompted.

“B-big is better,” she stammered, sneaking a glance at Hua Ye’s lower half, her tone quivering.

She looked to Hua Ye with expectation, and he smiled, releasing her.

But as she hesitated, a Celestial stepped forward and slapped her hard, saying, “What did the king just say? Didn’t you hear? Guards!”

At his command, two Celestial warriors entered the bridge and knelt on one knee. “My king.”

Hua Ye gestured toward the Celestial who’d struck the woman.

The Celestial understood and said, “The king is fond of this little darling. Give everyone a chance to share in his pleasure. Take her away.”

The woman didn’t beg for mercy; she knew it was pointless. The light in her eyes faded, her future as bleak as her gaze.

As the two Celestials began to drag her off, Hua Ye suddenly spoke, “This little darling is quite nice—be gentle, she mustn’t die, understand?”

Though it sounded like a question, his tone brooked no argument.

The Celestial warriors paused and shouted in unison, “Yes, sir!”

“Good, now go—bump into them for me,” Hua Ye clapped, pointing at a Celestial.

Without a word, the Celestial strode forward and yanked the ship’s wheel.

The tiny wooden ship gently rammed the massive black-and-blue flagship, then bounced away.

Despite the disparity in size, both vessels trembled violently.

Soon, the wooden ship stabilized, followed by the Gluttonous flagship. In the command room, Devourer gripped the armrests tightly, watching objects fly about, his tone stiff.

“Truly a madman.” If not for his mechanized form, his face would have turned livid.

Meanwhile, aboard the wooden ship, Hua Ye sipped his wine as if nothing had happened, savoring a delicate taste.

“If Devourer doesn’t come over, ram them every five minutes.”

With that, Hua Ye pulled the two Celestials into his arms, indulging in their obscene antics.

However, before the first five minutes elapsed, a three-meter-tall mech appeared outside the ship’s energy barrier.

The Gluttonous aboard the ship grew excited at the sight of the mech, looking on with awe.

“My king, King Devourer requests an audience,” a Celestial reported.

“He’s just a beast. Let him wait a few minutes—we’re in no hurry.” Hua Ye crossed his legs nonchalantly.

Hearing this, the Gluttonous warriors’ faces twisted with resentment and humiliation, but as ordinary soldiers, they had no right to challenge gods or super-warriors. They could only suppress their anger and report to their king.

A Celestial resting against Hua Ye’s chest noticed the hatred in the Gluttonous’ eyes and discreetly called, “My king,” signaling Hua Ye to observe the three Gluttonous.

Hua Ye glanced their way, understanding the Celestial’s implied suggestion—to kill the three Gluttonous.

But Hua Ye believed that, with his current power, he had nothing to fear from Devourer. Was he wrong to call him a beast?

He waved a hand, saying, “No need. He can’t do anything to us. Don’t be so tense—it’s just a beast.”

“My king, truly magnanimous—your generosity knows no bounds.”