For someone like Fuli, who was actively channeling the Body of the Reignbow (Lan body stuff, this better translation) to sprint like a gale-force wind, a sixty-kilometer journey was merely a matter of spending a few extra minutes.
He dashed across the wasteland with Castorice securely in his arms. The girl's slender body was so light she felt practically weightless, leaving only a faint, lingering floral scent teasing his nose.
Before long, a towering, apocalyptic steel beast loomed into view.
Cast entirely from dull, blackened iron, the fortress's soaring spires looked like jagged fangs stabbing into the ash-gray sky. Its surface was heavily armored with crude, massive rivets and highly aggressive battering rams. Countless war banners, embroidered with the snarling wolf-head crest of the Borisin, violently snapped and fluttered in the bloody wind.
The fortress was fully surrounded by an incredibly deep, bottomless trench and towering metal walls. Heavily armed Borisin soldiers endlessly patrolled the ramparts, scanning the horizon with the highly predatory, murderous glares of eagles and wolves.
Fuli didn't pause for even a microsecond. Pushing Presence Concealment to its absolute limit, he melted into the background like a phantom mist, silently slipping right over the high walls and directly into the interior of the Dulan Fortress.
Yet, the moment they infiltrated the ground floor, the sight before them made both of them freeze.
The expected scene of massive crowds of Foxian slaves performing highly grueling manual labor under the crack of whips was completely absent. Instead, dominating the center of the fortress was a colossal, circular pit measuring hundreds of meters across.
Looking down, it was a dark, suffocating abyss that seemed to plunge straight to the planet's core, radiating waves of deeply unsettling, bone-chilling dread.
The inner walls of the abyss were densely packed with countless, semi-transparent biological pods. They were layered on top of each other like a horrifying beehive, extending down into the pitch-black depths far beyond the reach of sight.
Inside every single one of these bio-pods was a Foxian, fully submerged in a viscous, blood-red fluid, locked in a state of deep, unbreakable slumber.
Their eyes were squeezed shut, and their faces wore bizarre, highly unnatural expressions of absolute peace. Every now and then, the front seal of a bio-pod would silently slide open, and the drained Foxian inside would plummet straight down into the bottomless abyss like a puppet with its strings cut, disappearing into the dark without a single splash.
"It looks... like they're continuously extracting their life force and spiritual energy," Castorice whispered, leaning close to Fuli's shoulder.
As she stared at this horrifying mass-battery farm, an irrepressible mixture of fury, deep pity, and sorrow violently flickered in her amethyst eyes.
"It's more than just that."
The boy shook his head, silently injecting Honkai Energy into his Herrscher of Corruption gem.
The Third Rated Power of the Jizo Mitama quietly activated, forcefully analyzing the horrifying biomechanical structure and projecting its data directly into his retinas:
[Name: Gift of the Sanctus Medicus]
[Rank: B]
[Category: Bio-Beast]
[Effect: An exceptionally rare, highly specialized Bio-Beast artificially engineered by the Chisel-Tooth Pack using absolute apex-level genetic witchcraft. It automatically violently absorbs corpses, biological filth, and even live subjects, highly efficiently refining everything it consumes into massive quantities of easily storable, highly nutritious rations.
Even if an entire fallen city piled high with mountains of bloody, rotting corpses were tossed inside, it could completely digest the mass in minutes, instantly converting it into enough pristine rations to feed a Borisin army of 200,000 for days.]
[Note: Blood for the Plagues Author! Bones for the Borisin!]
Even if Fuli didn't completely understand Seer Mangus's ultimate goal in harvesting so much life force, her immediate logistics strategy was crystal clear:
First, use the bio-pods to aggressively squeeze every last drop of life and spiritual energy from the Foxian slaves.
Then, once they were completely drained and dead, dump their husks directly into the Bio-Beast at the bottom of the pit, forcefully converting their corpses into combat rations to feed the Borisin army. A highly cruel, monstrously efficient recycling system.
Thinking about it logically, it made perfect, grim sense.
The total surface area of this Living Planet was, at most, the size of a single province in Shenzhou.
Not only had the native population been entirely slaughtered long ago, but the soil itself had been violently stripped and completely desertified by the Borisin's hyper-predatory mining.
The Eclipse Pack didn't farm. The Foxian slaves were being rapidly consumed. If they wanted to feed an army of this size, where else were the rations supposed to come from besides this utterly highly barbaric atrocity?
"Let's move," Fuli whispered, gently patting Castorice's smooth back. "We can't deal with this right now."
The girl let out a soft "Mhm," burying her beautiful, highly distressed face deeper into her companion's chest, unable to bear looking at the horrifying scene for a second longer.
The two of them began carefully sweeping the first-floor perimeter.
According to the updated intel in the diary, Hyacine was supposed to arrive first and wait for them in an abandoned corner.
Matching the landmarks described in the diary, Fuli and Castorice quickly found the designated rendezvous point, but the corner was completely empty.
Castorice lightly hopped down from the boy's arms. After a brief moment of thought, she softly whispered the first half of the countersign: "From one corner, infer the three."
"A sovereign's command allows no secondary plea!"
A sweet, highly melodic girl's voice—desperately trying to stay quiet but clearly overflowing with absolute joy and excitement—immediately echoed from behind a stack of abandoned supply crates.
"Upon these walls, a final stand for you and me," Fuli replied, finishing the passcode. He smiled, adding, "It's safe to come out. We did a full sweep before we walked in; there's no one else around."
The moment he finished speaking, the shadows in the corner violently rippled.
It was Hyacine.
She eagerly ripped off the optical-camouflage cloak hiding her form, a smile as blindingly brilliant as the morning sun blooming across her face. Pushing off her slender legs—clad in pure white tights—she leaped toward them.
"Li-bao! Li-bao! Li-bao! Cassie! Cassie! Cassie! I missed you guys so, so, so much!"
The little girl's voice cracked with a tiny sob, but was entirely drowned out by her overwhelming, unadulterated joy.
Knowing about the energy conversion ring from the diary updates, she first violently threw her arms around Castorice—whom she previously couldn't touch—and squeezed her tight, before practically tackling Fuli like a highly excited little deer.
(Illustration: Hyacine)
"Hya-bao! Hya-bao! Hya-bao!"
Fuli smoothly caught his teammate, naturally spinning the little girl around in a full circle before setting her down. "We missed you too~"
"Neigh! Neigh!"
"Yep! And we missed little Ica too!"
"Me as well, Miss Hyacine, little Ica. I am incredibly relieved to see you both safe and sound." Castorice was still far too shy to actually say the 'Hya-bao' nickname out loud, but the deep, highly genuine joy swirling in her eyes clearly expressed how much she had missed her friend.
However, after the brief, highly emotional reunion, Fuli and Castorice practically frowned at the exact same time.
"Hya-bao, you...?"
Although the girl's spirit was burning with hope, her physical aura was highly chaotic and violently suppressed. There were faint, dark bags under her eyes, and a deep, bone-weary exhaustion clung to her brow.
It made sense. No matter how insanely miraculous her medical skills were, single-handedly healing over a hundred critically injured Foxian slaves in a single night was an impossible task.
In order to aggressively stabilize all of them in time, Hyacine had naturally resorted to heavily overdrawing her own life force.
—Demon Gate Banquet. A forbidden technique that could only be forcefully activated when the user's energy was completely tapped out.
By literally burning her own life force as fuel, she forcefully powered the highly demanding Honkai techniques required to save them. It was a blood-burning overdrive skill, functioning exactly like Demonic Blade: Shiranui.
Using it for the first time triggered absolutely massive, agonizing recoil on the user's body. Only as proficiency increased would the backlash slowly mitigate.
"Is... is that what happened, Miss Hyacine?!"
Hearing Fuli's deduction, Cangdu—who had been standing silently behind Hyacine the entire time—was instantly violently overwhelmed by massive shock and a guilt so thick you could cut it with a knife.
"Neigh... "
Floating nearby, little Ica also let out a highly depressed whinny, gently nuzzling its head against the back of the girl's hand.
"It's completely fine, Mr. Cangdu! Everyone's health is what matters most!"
Hyacine hurriedly waved her hands, flashing him a warm, highly comforting smile.
Then, she immediately spun around, staring at Fuli with giant, highly pathetic puppy-dog eyes. She rubbed her completely flat tummy, pouting in a highly spoiled, incredibly cute tone:
"Li-bao! Do you have any food left?! I'm literally starving to death over here!"
"I've got you covered."
Fuli chuckled highly fondly, pulling out the massive array of exquisite, perfectly preserved meals Kallen had prepared for them from his spatial storage.
An incredibly rich, highly mouth-watering aroma instantly flooded the air. Seeing this, Castorice casually waved her hand, deploying a simple, highly effective soundproof and scent-blocking barrier to ensure the smell didn't attract any roaming patrols.
"It smells amazing!"
Completely abandoning any pretense of ladylike manners, Hyacine cheered and immediately dove into the food, aggressively stuffing her cheeks like a highly starved chipmunk.
"Mr. Cangdu, you should eat too! You can't fight on an empty stomach!" she mumbled, speaking entirely incoherently through a mouthful of food.
"I... alright. Pardon my intrusion!"
Cangdu looked at Fuli, and upon receiving a highly welcoming nod, he sat down with deep, overwhelming gratitude and began to eat.
Unlike Fuli (who was practically walking old money) and Yunli (a highly funded Master Artisan), the Twilight Courtyard's financial situation was completely broke. As a result, the spatial storage ring Hyacine owned had extremely limited capacity—which was exactly why she had been wearing that cute little backpack when they first formed the team.
Taking that into account, the team had only given her roughly twenty days' worth of individual rations. The rest of the team's massive food supply was split among the others.
If things had gone according to plan—hell, even after they were separated during atmospheric reentry—the food in her backpack was more than enough to comfortably sustain her and little Ica for a highly extended period.
The problem was, the moment the girl landed, she just happened to stumble across over a hundred highly starved, freezing Foxian escapees.
And because they were too close to the Dulan Fortress, she couldn't even safely let Ica whip up a storm to fish from the ocean without giving away their position.
Realizing this, Fuli casually strolled over to Hyacine's backpack, which was currently sitting limply on the ground looking noticeably deflated. Sweeping it with the sensory domain of Cold River, Moon's Reflection...
Exactly as he suspected. Even the highly expensive Momotaro Onigiri (C-Rank Consumables) she had specifically bought at the Hyperion base to bribe wild animals into joining her clinic—she had fed every single last one of them to her starving patients.
Fuli could vividly imagine exactly how the conversation would have gone if he had asked her, "Those are C-Rank consumables, isn't that a massive waste?" Hyacine would have stomped her foot, completely flushed with righteous, highly adorable indignation, shouting, "Li-bao! How can you even care about money at a time like this?!"
"Hya-bao is an absolute angel," Fuli sighed aloud, a soft, highly fond smile curling his lips. "Man, if I could marry a god-tier waifu like Hya-bao in this life—sweet as a cupcake, ridiculously cute, calls me 'darling', has flawless sleeping posture, smells amazing, sings me lullabies, knows how to keep me healthy, can literally save my life as a doctor, and makes bank as a streamer—I'd gladly make the ultimate sacrifice and suffer through living in a luxury mansion and driving a sports car just to be with her."
"L-Li-bao! W-What on earth are you talking about?!"
Hearing this, Hyacine's face instantly exploded into a highly violent, tomato-red blush. The alluring crimson hue violently spread all the way to the tips of her ears as she practically tried to bury her entire face into her lunchbox.
(A literal lunchbox, not her shoes.)
"Hmm?"
Castorice didn't say a single word, but her pale purple eyes narrowed slightly, and the ambient temperature around her took a subtle, highly dangerous dip.
Honestly, the Reaper-girl had absolutely nothing to worry about. Knowing Fuli, he was ninety-nine percent likely just violently talking out of his ass.
It was a highly well-known fact that their dear Fuli was an absolute, completely undisputed connoisseur of massive badonkadonks.
Aside from incredibly rare, practically miraculous exceptions like his Cousin Hua, the vertically-challenged-in-the-chest department rarely caught his eye. And Hyacine was practically the absolute reigning champion of the flat-chest kingdom.
But then again, never say never. Extremes often breed their opposites. Maybe her sheer, absolute flatness would eventually awaken some bizarre, undiscovered kink deep within him?
After all, Hya-bao was undeniably adorable!
Once everyone had eaten and drank their fill, the four of them began locking in their final operational plan.
"Alright, here's the play. Hya-bao, you and Cangdu head down to the lower sectors. Find a way to free the Foxians trapped in those bio-pods and completely sabotage Mangus's massive life-force drain array," Fuli summarized. "Cassie and I will push straight up to the central command layer. We'll personally butcher the remaining two Heavenly Kings, Hoolay, and the mastermind, Seer Mangus."
Castorice nodded silently, fully agreeing with the highly logical two-pronged approach.
She then raised a highly valid concern: "The plan is sound. The only issue is that we have zero guarantee the two remaining Heavenly Kings are definitely on the upper floors. If they're patrolling the lower sectors, Miss Hyacine and Mr. Cangdu might run straight into them."
As for Hoolay... long before they even breached the fortress, they could already clearly feel the massive, aggressively untethered battle lust radiating from an S-Rank powerhouse on the absolute highest floor.
It was a highly public, highly arrogant invitation to battle.
In fact, the moment Hoolay confirmed from Phantylia that Jingliu's beloved disciple had landed on this planet, he had practically torn out of his command tent, actively scouring the wasteland looking for Fuli.
Frankly, if Fuli hadn't actively learned his lesson after Feixiao successfully clocked him for smelling like 'Jingliu's marinade,' Hoolay probably would have tracked him down by scent and forcefully triggered this boss fight hours ago.
But ever since that highly traumatizing incident, Fuli had been aggressively using Outer Path every few hours to forcefully scrub his aura of any lingering female scents. He was currently maintaining a 24/7, fully refreshed buff of 'Certified Pure Virgin Boy.'
As a highly hilarious side effect, Hoolay—who tracked prey via scent—was left completely running in circles.
Frustrated, the Borisin Brood Lord had no choice but to stand completely alone at the absolute peak of the fortress, angrily venting his aura while deeply hoping Fuli would be as brazen and highly arrogant as his Master and kick the front door in.
The unpredictable movements of the other two Heavenly Kings, however, were a highly genuine threat.
"It's completely fine, Cassie! I've got little Ica to help me! And I have Mr. Cangdu here as a highly reliable partner!"
Facing her friend's worry, Hyacine flashed a highly confident, highly brilliant smile.
She even raised her arms, striking a classic Popeye flex. "Besides, I'm not exactly weak myself! Back on the battlefield, I literally sent a massive Borisin cavalry unit flying with a single punch!"
Hmph! Heaven-Piercing Cannon!
"Everyone, I cannot promise you absolute victory."
Cangdu stepped forward, his voice completely, violently resolute. "But I can swear this to you: no matter who it is, anyone who wishes to harm Miss Hyacine will have to step over my dead body first! The corpse of the Eighth Generation Cangdu!"
"Now that's a real man."
Fuli gave him a highly approving thumbs-up. "Listen, if we all survive this, you guys will probably get relocated to the Yaoqing Xianzhou—it has the highest Foxian population. I'm actually pretty tight with the General over there. Need me to write you a letter of recommendation?"
"The Heavenly-Strike General?! Lord Feixiao?!!"
Hearing that name, an incredibly bright, intensely fanatical light violently exploded in Cangdu's eyes. He clearly harbored massive, absolute reverence for the highly legendary Foxian general.
It completely made sense. Feixiao was originally a highly abused Foxian slave who had violently escaped in her youth. After joining the Yaoqing, she had literally murdered her way up from the absolute lowest grunt all the way to the highly exalted seat of Arbiter-General.
In the hearts of every single Foxian who knew her highly inspiring underdog story, she was the ultimate, shining beacon of hope.
"Then it's settled."
The four of them exchanged a highly determined glance and stood up in unison.
Fuli was the first to draw his weapon. The Plasma Kagehide slid from its sheath, its blade practically humming with a highly lethal blue glow.
Castorice silently summoned her massive scythe, highly corrupted necrotic waters violently swirling around its curved edge. Hyacine gripped her jade-like flute tightly, and Cangdu highly aggressively raised the heavily chipped, battle-scarred broadsword that had accompanied him through hell.
"Everyone!"
Fuli gave a highly focused shout. The four of them tapped their weapons together in the center, the steel ringing out with a crisp, highly resonant clash.
"May martial fortune be with us!" x4
Without a single moment of hesitation, they spun around, splitting into two teams and fiercely sprinting toward their respective targets.
(Illustration: Castorice)
After separating from their teammates, Hyacine and Cangdu rapidly infiltrated down the incredibly dark, highly damp corridors toward the lower levels.
A few minutes later, they arrived at the edge of the massive pit.
Standing on the cold metal platform and looking down, the countless biological pods embedded into the rock walls emitted a highly faint, pulsing red glow. They looked exactly like the blinking stars of hell, violently chilling the blood of anyone who looked at them.
"Mr. Cangdu, are you ready?"
Holding her jade-like flute, Hyacine asked with a completely solemn expression.
"Do not worry about me, Miss Hyacine! I am ready to begin whenever you are!"
Cangdu took a highly deep breath, his eyes violently resolute.
When they first arrived, they had already heavily analyzed the bizarre array and reached the exact same conclusion Fuli had.
But it went even deeper. Because he had been violently forced to perform manual labor in this very pit, Cangdu knew exactly what was happening: the Foxians trapped inside those pods were drowning in layer upon layer of highly euphoric, absolute bliss.
These beautiful dreams acted like highly addictive, gentle poison. They aggressively pacified the victims' consciousness, making them willingly, completely unknowingly surrender their life energy.
Simply put, it was an Infinite Tsukuyomi specifically designed for Foxian slaves.
Before rendezvousing with Fuli, Hyacine and Cangdu had already formulated a highly specific counter-strategy.
—Sky-Reflecting Waters. The flute in Hyacine's hands was a highly unique, priceless heirloom passed down from her grandmother, completely exclusive to the Descendants of the Sky.
By playing it, she could highly precisely guide the emotions of her listeners, freely manipulating dozens of highly distinct feelings. She could completely paralyze enemies, aggressively boost morale on a massive battlefield, force targets into temporary comas while wiping their short-term memories, or even forcefully suppress the instinctual, highly paralyzing terror Foxians felt toward the Borisin's Wolf Toxin.
The plan was simple: Hyacine would play Sky-Reflecting Waters, using a highly specialized melody designed to forcefully bridge and guide consciousness. This would allow Cangdu to violently project his own mind directly into the collective dreamscape of his trapped compatriots and attempt to wake them up.
It was undeniably, incredibly dangerous. One tiny mistake, and the diver's consciousness could become permanently, completely lost in that massive ocean of interwoven, highly euphoric dreams, leaving their physical body as nothing more than a brain-dead husk driven entirely by biological reflexes.
But so what?
A highly melodious, breathtakingly ethereal tune slowly floated from Hyacine's lips. Surrounded by the highly soothing music, Cangdu slowly closed his eyes. Following the absolute guidance of the flute, he violently submerged himself into the illusory sea of dreams...
The next moment, his consciousness materialized in a highly beautiful, practically idyllic village completely filled with blooming flowers and singing birds.
"Slow down, my little grandson~ Watch your step~"
A highly elderly, deeply kind-looking Foxian was hunched over, highly happily chasing after a bouncing, highly energetic little Foxian pup.
"Haha! You need to run faster, Grandpa!"
The adorable little pup ran highly gleefully ahead, while the elderly Foxian trailed closely behind.
The two of them casually ran right past Cangdu's projected consciousness. No matter how loudly he screamed their names, neither of them turned around.
The scenery abruptly violently rippled like a stone hitting a lake, instantly transforming into a highly breathtaking cliffside bathed in the golden light of sunset.
A young Foxian couple was deeply huddled together, highly affectionately leaning on each other as they watched the sun slowly dip below the ocean horizon.
"Ah Luan, when the war is over, we'll go back to our hometown. We'll build a little house, and we'll be together forever..."
The young Foxian man, Xiao Fu, delivered a highly passionate, deeply romantic confession.
"Mhm. It's a promise, Xiao Fu..."
The highly beautiful Foxian woman, Ah Luan, rested her head lovingly on his shoulder, her face radiating absolute, highly intoxicating happiness.
They whispered deeply sweet nothings to each other under the fading light, completely radiating an aura of sickeningly sweet, highly enviable PDA.
And once again, no matter how highly violently Cangdu screamed at them, the couple deeply immersed in their perfect little world didn't react to his existence in the slightest.
After that, Cangdu's consciousness aggressively rapidly traversed through one highly euphoric dreamscape after another.
Without a single exception, every single person was deeply, completely drowning in an absolute utopia of beauty and gentle warmth.
And it made perfect sense. It would have been completely bizarre if they weren't.
Let's be completely honest—how horribly were the Foxians oppressed in the real world?
For thousands of years, they had been violently crushed at the absolute bottom of the social hierarchy. Under the Borisin's boot, their lives were worth less than pigs or dogs. They were highly disposable slaves, food, playthings, livestock.
They suffered absolutely highly unimaginable torment in reality, while this dream world was so utterly, perfectly beautiful.
Infinite food, crystal-clear water, clean clothes. They could even be reunited with highly important family members and lovers they thought they had lost forever. Why wouldn't they want to deeply enjoy this beautiful, highly perfect illusion just a little bit longer?
What? Their physical bodies were being violently drained in reality?
Who cared?
Keep the music playing! Keep dancing!
If Cangdu possessed the absolute, highly tyrannical power to cleave a galaxy in half, he could have swung his blade in this collective dream and violently shattered the illusion with overwhelming force, aggressively using the threat of absolute death to forcefully trigger their primal survival instincts.
All living things highly feared death. Once their survival instinct was forcefully activated, no matter how highly reluctant they were, the Foxians would naturally, biologically wake up.
Tragically, he did not possess that kind of power.
"Miss Hyacine," Cangdu's willpower heavily coalesced inside the Sea of Dreams, violently transmitting a highly resolute request. "If you can hear my voice... please. Connect my consciousness to the dreams of absolutely every single one of my compatriots!"
In the real world, the highly focused girl heard the man's plea.
Instantly, the scenery in front of Cangdu violently accelerated. Countless dream bubbles, highly glowing with a myriad of colors, rapidly converged in front of him. They were as breathtakingly brilliant as a galaxy of stars, and as deeply suffocating as a bottomless abyss.
Every single bubble was an incredibly real, highly euphoric illusion currently being experienced by a Foxian slave.
It was the collective dream of an entire race.
"My compatriots!"
The microsecond the connection successfully established, Cangdu's highly concentrated voice violently echoed across the edges of every single dream bubble.
First, he held absolutely nothing back, highly explicitly explaining the horrific reality of their current situation. Completely exactly as expected, there was zero response.
The man didn't care. He just kept talking, highly intensely plunging forward. "I won't lie to you! Earlier, when Lord Fuli said he could recommend me to General Feixiao, I was so incredibly, highly excited I couldn't even put it into words!"
"Why? Because I absolutely worship her!"
A highly intense light practically burned in his eyes. "I absolutely worship the Great Victorious General! A Foxian who escaped the Borisin tribes as a highly abused child, joined the Yaoqing's Azure Dragon forces, violently murdered her way up the ranks, and ultimately became the highly supreme commander of a Xianzhou ship!"
"And I completely know I'm not alone! I know every single one of you highly frequently dreams about it! You dream about what it would be like if you, a fellow Foxian, could have highly similar life trajectory as General Feixiao!"
The man's voice carried a highly bitter trace of self-mockery, underlaid with an incredibly heavy, deeply suffocating weight.
"Of course, I'm not bringing up the General to try and tempt you awake with promises like, 'If we escape, we can join the Xianzhou and live highly normal lives like normal people!' I highly know that for those of you completely drowning in this perfect, highly flawless utopia, an offer like that means absolutely nothing."
"I'm bringing her up because I want to tell you the real reason I absolutely worship General Feixiao. It's not because she sits on a highly exalted throne, and it's not because she eats highly expensive food and wears fine silk."
Cangdu's head violently snapped up. He clenched his fists so hard his knuckles turned highly white, a highly terrifying, completely demonic, highly bloodthirsty grin ripping across his face.
"I worship her because... she can highly casually, absolutely violently declare war on those highly repulsive, motherfucking Borisin animals who deserve to be butchered by a thousand cuts! I worship her because she uses the highly agonizing screams and oceans of blood from countless Borisin to violently avenge our millions of brutally murdered brothers and sisters!!!"
At that exact microsecond, the entire Sea of Dreams practically violently shuddered under the sheer weight of his highly concentrated, absolutely pure hatred.
"Do you all still remember?! Do you remember those highly rare rumors we used to overhear?!"
The man's mental projection began to violently escalate, his voice completely overflowing with highly suppressed, absolutely psychotic fury and pure, highly manic catharsis:
"When she hunted down the Blood-Wind Pack's highly mobile Beast-Ship fleet hiding in the Falomo World Bubble?!"
"—A GREAT VICTORY! One hundred thousand heads completely severed! Every single highly repulsive Borisin corpse burned to absolute ash!"
"When she exterminated the Chisel-Tooth Pack researching their highly evil, highly twisted genetic witchcraft?!"
"—A GREAT VICTORY! And she highly casually framed the other Borisin tribes for it, causing those motherfucking animals to violently slaughter each other by the thousands!"
"When she clashed with the Eclipse Pack's absolute main force in the Sajin capital?!"
"—Initial highly heavy losses, but after securing backup from the IPC?! ANOTHER ABSOLUTE GREAT VICTORY!"
"GREAT VICTORY! GREAT VICTORY! GREAT VICTORY!"
Cangdu practically violently roared, viciously hammering his fists into the ground. His highly fanatical declaration of victory violently slammed against the ears of every single soul like a highly aggressive, thunderous war drum.
Yet, the highly manic roar didn't continue to climb. Instead, after that highly explosive, absolute release, his tone violently plummeted, morphing into a highly suffocating, deeply sorrowful, absolutely freezing current.
"But... do you guys actually remember? Do you remember exactly what those highly repulsive animals actually did to us?"
The man violently, heavily gasped for air, as if those highly fanatical shouts had aggressively drained every single ounce of his strength.
Those eyes, violently burning with the highly corrosive flames of revenge, slowly swept across the countless floating dream bubbles. The absolute fanaticism in them was slowly, highly violently replaced by an incredibly deep, deeply agonizing, completely horrific darkness.
He started aggressively naming names, violently ripping open the highly bloody, completely horrific reality:
"Old Qing! How exactly did your highly beloved little grandson die?! Wasn't it just because he highly accidentally blocked the path of a Borisin noble?! That absolute animal casually picked him up and violently stuffed him into the highly grinding maw of a bio-beast while he was fully alive! We all highly clearly heard the utterly horrifying, highly sickening sound of chewing, and the highly agonizing screams of your baby boy! And those Borisin? THEY WERE LAUGHING! THEY WERE LAUGHING THEIR ASSES OFF!"
Inside one of the highly secure bio-pods, the highly elderly Foxian—who had previously worn a highly peaceful expression—violently twitched. His eyelids began to highly aggressively spasm.
"Xiao Fu! What happened to Ah Luan?! Your highly cherished childhood sweetheart, the girl you were going to marry?! How did she disappear?! Wasn't it just because a highly arrogant Chisel-Tooth noble thought she looked pretty?! She was violently dragged away and highly brutally raped and tortured! And in the end... she was highly forcefully impregnated, and the highly repulsive half-breed she birthed violently tore her apart and ATE HER ALIVE while she was still breathing! And all those highly esteemed Borisin nobles standing around?! THEY JUST WATCHED! THEY CHEERED IT ON!"
Inside another bio-pod, a young Foxian's highly clenched fists squeezed so tightly his nails practically stabbed straight through his palms. Even though his eyes were completely squeezed shut, his entire body violently began to tremble.
"And you! Cang! How was your father highly violently skinned alive, his tendons ripped out to make a motherfucking war drum?!"
"Yaoyang! How was your highly adorable, eight-year-old sister aggressively tortured into a highly psychotic, highly rabid suicide bomber, violently forced to charge a Cloud Knight frontline?!!"
His voice was like a highly searing, violently red-hot branding iron, highly viciously burning itself into every single dream bubble.
Every single syllable Cangdu spat out was dripping with highly highly corrosive, absolute, bone-deep hatred. He highly violently roared out every single deeply horrific, absolutely inhumane atrocity the Borisin had violently inflicted upon the Foxian race, laying the highly bloody, violently repulsive truth bare in front of every single Foxian drowning in their perfect, fake utopias.
"And what about YOU?! What about you highly pathetic survivors?!"
The man's consciousness was practically violently screaming: "You're just highly pathetically clinging to life inside the highly fake dreams they wove for you! You're highly willingly acting as their motherfucking batteries! Using your highly precious life energy to feed them! And when you're completely sucked dry and finally die, your highly pathetic corpses are going to be dumped into that motherfucking bio-beast to become literal food! Food to fuel those highly repulsive animals so they can highly effectively slaughter even MORE of our brothers and sisters! You are literally using your own flesh, blood, and highly precious souls to make those butchers STRONGER! To make their lives BETTER!!"
"If there was highly literally no other way, then fine! ...But right now, Miss Hyacine and her highly powerful companions are physically here! They are actively trying to highly aggressively drag us out of this highly hellish, living nightmare!"
"Yes, I know! If everything goes perfectly, you might just get highly casually rescued without having to lift a single finger."
"But are you honestly completely, highly satisfied just watching?!"
"Are you highly satisfied willingly handing over your highly precious life force, becoming the highly critical trump card Mangus uses to highly successfully turn the tide?! Or highly satisfied becoming highly pathetic, completely useless hostages used to heavily blackmail Lord Fuli and forcefully restrict his power?!"
"Are you highly satisfied letting those motherfucking Borisin animals beat you TWICE?! Once when they highly violently enslaved and tortured us in reality! And a second time right here, highly effectively eroding our willpower in this dream, making us so completely highly pathetic we don't even have the balls to want highly violent revenge?!"
His absolute willpower erupted like a highly volatile, highly suppressed volcano, releasing a violently deafening roar that practically ripped the entire Sea of Dreams in half:
"ANSWER ME, YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!! Are you highly genuinely going to highly pathetically drown in this fake, highly fabricated utopia like absolute cowards until your corpses literally become enemy shit?! OR ARE YOU GOING TO BARE YOUR FUCKING FANGS?! EVEN IF YOU HAVE TO RIP THEM APART WITH YOUR TEETH! EVEN IF YOU HAVE TO BASH THEIR SKULLS IN WITH YOUR HEADS! ARE YOU GOING TO HIGHLY VIOLENTLY TEAR OUT THEIR THROATS?! CRUSH THEIR MOTHERFUCKING BONES?! AND MAKE THEM HIGHLY AGGRESSIVELY PAY IN BLOOD?!!!"
"TELL ME! DO YOU... WANT FUCKING REVENGE?!!!!!!!!!"
Amidst that violently tearing, absolute soul-shattering roar, deep within the boundless, suffocating darkness constructed of entirely fake happiness... inside one of the bio-pods, a Foxian's eyes violently snapped open!
The elderly Foxian known as "Old Qing" glared with absolutely bloodshot, highly manic eyes, the highly fake mask of peaceful utopia on his face violently, completely shattering into a million pieces.
"Kill..."
He forced his highly parched, deeply unused throat open. His heavily withered hands violently clenched into fists inside the highly viscous red fluid, looking as if they were physically trying to violently strangle every single Borisin who had ever highly arrogantly laughed in his face.
"KILL!!!!!!!!"
And right after him... it was Xiao Fu. Then Cang. Then Yaoyang...
Then the second... the third... the tenth... the hundredth... the thousandth...
Endless. Infinite.
(Illustration: I shall, set forth on the Reignbow's trail to hunt!)