Chapter 100: Our Fleet Blots Out the Sun, No Matter How Many Suns Are in the Sky!
"The power of the Abundance belongs to me!" Phantylia's voice shrieked across the void, her usually composed facade shattering into pure malice. "How dare you feed my power—all of my power—to this lowly insect!"
"Actually, that does not belong to you." Rekka glanced over his shoulder, his voice dripping with the exaggerated, weary tone of a man who had seen the rise and fall of countless eras. It was a masterclass in provocation.
Behind him, the Lord Ravager's ethereal form flared a violent, furious red. If she had a physical anger meter, the glass would have shattered into dust.
"If you want it," Rekka continued, a wicked grin spreading across his face, "then you will have to come and claim it yourself."
Beneath them, the massive True Sting—affectionately dubbed Little Blue Light—let out a series of clicking trills. It instantly summoned a dense cloud of Swarm offspring, forming a living, buzzing shield around its carapace. For a brief, frustrating moment, Phantylia found her path completely blocked by the barricade of bugs.
It was a scene dripping with cosmic irony. A righteous Lord Ravager of the Antimatter Legion was currently chasing down the vile remnants of the Propagation, creating a spectacle that would surely move millions of Legionnaires to tears. Of course, the Destruction clashing with the Propagation was not entirely unmatched. According to the annals of the cosmos, the former Lord Ravager Zulo had met his end when a group of Galaxy Rangers weaponized the Swarm to force a fatal opening. Though the Rangers suffered catastrophic losses, Zulo was thoroughly eradicated, leaving his vacant seat to be claimed by Celenova.
"Old Auntie, you are not getting anxious back there, are you?" Rekka called out, cupping his hands around his mouth.
Stelle leaned over the edge of the bug's carapace, her face a mask of deadpan innocence. "Are you getting anxious, Auntie?" she echoed, thoughtfully delivering her own verbal blessing to the furious Lord Ravager.
All the while, Rekka casually tossed handfuls of explosive energy cubes over his shoulder, scattering them like cheap candy. Phantylia dodged the ensuing detonations, her expression twisting into a glare venomous enough to curse nine generations of his ancestors.
"I cannot hear you! Not spirited enough, do it again!" Rekka cheered.
"You. All. Seek. Death!" Phantylia roared, her voice distorting space itself.
The massive Swarm insect burst out from the atmospheric boundaries of the Xianzhou Luofu, entirely bypassing the local defense bombardments, with the Lord Ravager clinging relentlessly to their tail.
"Auntie, please, you have to stop chasing me!" Rekka yelled into the starry expanse. "I already like someone else! We are just not right for each other!"
The words struck true. Phantylia's form burned an even brighter, more volatile shade of crimson.
"Ai-chan!" Rekka shouted to his communicator. "Is the Moonlight Throne charged yet?"
"Hyperion Main Cannon, Moonlight Throne, is currently charging!" the cheerful AI voice chimed back.
Rekka patted the thick, azure carapace of Little Blue Light. "Keep flying straight for another ten seconds!"
A series of rapid, obedient buzzes vibrated beneath his palm. Understood, boss. No problem, boss.
"I will rip your souls from your bodies and roast them in karmic fire for ten thousand years!" Phantylia shrieked, closing the distance.
Stelle blinked, leaning over the edge again. "Old Auntie, is this your twisted love turning into hatred?"
The deadpan delivery dealt yet another critical blow to Phantylia's already fracturing psyche.
A crisp chime echoed from Rekka's device.
"Hyperion Main Cannon, Moonlight Throne, charging complete!" Ai-chan announced. "However, please watch out for the recoil, Captain!"
Phantylia was mere moments away, her destructive energy reaching out to crush them.
"Hyperion," Rekka commanded, his voice dropping all traces of humor. "Fire."
A blinding flash of pure, unadulterated energy erupted in the void.
The sheer recoil and the resulting energy turbulence from the Moonlight Throne tore open a terrifying Imaginary storm in the vacuum of space. Even though Little Blue Light was positioned safely out of the main cannon's direct trajectory, the residual shockwave that brushed past its carapace was enough to send the massive insect tumbling wildly through the cosmos.
"Waaaaah!" Stelle and March 7th screamed in unison as they clung desperately to the spinning bug.
Where Phantylia had been hovering just a second prior, nothing remained but a violently churning vortex of Imaginary energy. The arrogant, towering green flames of the Lord Ravager had been entirely erased from the visual spectrum, leaving not a single trace of ash behind.
"Did it hit?" March 7th asked, cautiously raising her head and following Rekka's fixed gaze.
"She took an overloaded shot from the Moonlight Throne at point-blank range." Rekka narrowed his eyes, pushing his Harmony perception outward to scan the chaotic energy field. "Even for a Lord Ravager, eating that kind of firepower is going to leave a mark."
"So she is dead?" Stelle pointed her baseball bat toward the swirling Imaginary storm, then turned to Rekka. "Getting hit by a beam of light that thick... there should not even be atoms left, right?"
"I highly doubt it. That is a Lord Ravager. They do not die that easily." March 7th curled her lip in distaste. "But that blast definitely hurt. She will probably have to go lie down in a dark room for a good eighty to a hundred years."
Right on cue, an ear-piercing, agonizing screech erupted from the center of the chaotic energy vortex.
"Such tenacious vitality," Stelle remarked, letting out a heavy sigh.
"She is a Great Lord of the Antimatter Legion, after all. It is to be expected." Silver Wolf popped a bubblegum bubble, her expression entirely unfazed by the cosmic horror screaming nearby.
"We are going to head back now and help our little friend here digest all that sweet power of the Abundance," Rekka announced loudly, ensuring his voice carried into the vortex. "So, let us review. Who does not get the power of the Abundance? That is right. You."
As he delivered the final taunt, Rekka raised his right hand high into the air.
"Ai-chan, activate Hyperion's Mimicry Mode."
"Understood, Captain," the AI replied crisply. "Projection mode will be maintained for exactly sixty seconds. Estimated consumption is zero point one percent of Hyperion's current energy reserves."
A low hum vibrated through the vacuum. Then came the flashes of light.
One massive battleship materialized. Then two. Then four. Then eight. In a matter of seconds, an exponential cascade of colossal warships painted the starry expanse, filling the void with cold, gleaming metal and glowing thrusters.
"Our fleet blots out the sun, no matter how many suns are in the sky!"
Rekka's voice boomed across the entire star zone, broadcasted through the Hyperion's massive amplification system. Standing at the helm of a Swarm insect, backed by an endless armada of advanced battleships, he radiated the absolute authority of a supreme fleet commander. Even though the vast majority of these vessels were nothing more than hard-light holographic projections, the sheer visual impact of that black, mechanical mass pressing down upon the cosmos was enough to make anyone's scalp tingle with dread.
, these were not mere optical illusions. For the next sixty seconds, every single mimicked Hyperion possessed physical mass and energy signatures. It was an overwhelming display of force, the kind of absurd, reality-breaking spectacle that would make any hardcore gamer grind themselves to the bone just to witness it firsthand.
Beneath his boots, Little Blue Light vibrated with excitement. Buzz, buzz, buzz. Boss, those words are so cool. Can I say 'our Swarm blots out the sun, no matter how many stars are in the sky' from now on?
Deep within the collapsing energy storm, Phantylia seethed. She had planned painstakingly for so long, weaving webs of deceit across the Luofu. She had been mere moments away from claiming the power of the Abundance for herself, ready to reshape a perfect, immortal vessel. And in the end? This absolute lunatic had appeared out of nowhere, allowed a disgusting insect to suck the Ambrosial Arbor dry, and then turned around to blast her in the face with a planetary-grade cannon.
She would remember this debt. She would carve it into her very core.
"We will see about this!"
Phantylia's final, venomous screech pierced through the fading Imaginary storm. Her spiritual body, which had flared from furious red back to its sickly green, suddenly collapsed inward. In the blink of an eye, she transformed into a dark, jagged stream of light, plunging into the deepest reaches of the universe without a single backward glance. She vanished instantly, leaving not a ripple behind.
"Yo, she runs fast." Stelle shielded her eyes with one hand, peering into the dark void where the Lord Ravager had fled. "Giving up just like that? I honestly thought she was going to charge right back in and fight our sky full of fleets to the bitter end."
"She is a Lord Ravager, not a blockhead," Rekka said, standing up straight and snapping his fingers. "Ai-chan, shut it down."
The endless armada of warships dissolved, receding like a fading tide of light. Within seconds, this sector of the universe returned to its original, silent peace. Only the true, singular Hyperion remained, floating quietly in the distance.
"Is the script over?" Stelle asked, resting her bat on her shoulder.
"It is probably not over yet," Silver Wolf mused, thoughtfully rubbing her chin. "But it is fine. I have not received any new mission updates from Elio. We can go anywhere we want to play for now."
Still, even without strict orders, they were not quite as free and easy as a certain Masked Fool who simply wandered wherever the chaos blew them.
March 7th turned her gaze back toward the massive, majestic silhouette of the Xianzhou Luofu in the distance, her expression twisting into a complicated knot.
"Are we really just going back like this? What about the Xianzhou authorities... what are we supposed to say to them?"
"What is there to say?" Rekka spread his hands in a gesture of absolute innocence. "We did not do anything bad. Think about it! We helped them draw out the Lord Ravager hiding behind the scenes. We helped them permanently solve the historical, deeply rooted problem of the Ambrosial Arbor. And, to top it all off, we gave them a spectacular, front-row seat to a super robot space war."
"Uh... I guess that is true!" March 7th blinked, processing his flawless logic. "After all, we are the real victims here!"
The more she thought about it, the more it made perfect sense.
Out in the void, Phantylia had not shed a single tear of anxiety. However, back on the Luofu, a certain someone was currently pacing circles in an absolute, unadulterated panic.
Who could this highly anxious individual possibly be? It was truly a mystery for the ages.
Meanwhile, on the Xianzhou Luofu:
Welt Yang — Confusion (Top).
Welt Yang — Shock (Middle).
Welt Yang — Regret (Bottom).
A complete, ultimate offensive Stigmata set of pure, unfiltered stress.
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