OBS Chapter 390 Cooperation and Survival
Chapter 390 Cooperation and Survival
Chapter 390 Cooperation and Survival
Vashtor could clearly feel that the Exiled King was unscrupulously using His power to seal the warp rift at the bottom of the tower; but with the destruction of the anchoring engine, Vashtor could no longer lock onto the connection point with this world or even this new universe from the vast sky.
The anger of Indoiros' betrayal had subsided, and Vashtor returned to his throne of control with his hammer in hand:
The first thing was to record the failure of this war in the log - but He knew very well that His original self deep in the Soul Forge would not receive this data.
While He was summarizing His log, Vashtor's twisted metal body began to transform, starting with the hammer in his hand, then to his limbs, wings... It transformed into a cluster of magic steel cables, merging with the throne beneath him, and then spreading to the entire control tower.
Before his data stream was destroyed, Vashtor activated the anchor engine destruction program that was bound to the control tower. The mechanical body he created based on physical reality would not collapse due to the pressure of reality like the demons.
As a farewell gift to the Exiled King, the Forge Master would have the tower drilled into the planet's core and detonated, transforming it into an extinction bomb capable of annihilating the entire world from the inside out.
His new son and his new legion could not stop it, he himself might be able to - but Vashtol would wait for a clever moment.
Waiting for the Warp rift to be completely sealed and the space He constructed to collapse and return to reality, by then, the power of the Exiled King will be greatly weakened.
Until Vashtor discovered that time in the real world suddenly stopped flowing.
Psychic power? Did the Exile himself die? Vashtor was horrified, but he did not detect any subspace parameters.
As the most powerful psyker in history, it is said that when the Lord of Mankind was still walking on earth, he could extinguish a star with a wave of his hand; he could discuss matters with the Sisters of Silence while charging the Astronomican on Terra thousands of light years away... Time standing still is just a trivial trick for Him.
But the boy was just a fragment of Him, a fragile but extremely precious fragment of human qualities and virtues cut off by the Lord of Mankind before the final battle with Horus, the chief of rebellion. He could not possess such great power.
But the power of words possessed by the dragon clan made up for a little bit, and the authority of spiritual elements was fully opened to the boy.
Word spirit. Time zero simulation release!
An invisible and vast domain instantly enveloped the giant well that had returned to reality, and everything fell into a gray stagnation state; after one second of stagnation time, the warriors of the Sword of Revelation gained immunity within the domain and regained their ability to move, and began to unilaterally eliminate the motionless Deadpools and mechas.
"Your Highness, this should have been done a long time ago. You still don't fully understand the saying 'A man who knows the times is a wise man.'"
Seeing the boy making use of all the opened elemental powers and vast knowledge in less than five seconds, Lu Mingze leaned close to the White King and whispered.
The remaining White King did not reply. Although she was still in a weak state, due to the power lent by Lu Mingze, her body was slowly recovering into human form. To use Lu Mingze's indecent words, she was a "proud but defeated beautiful white-haired dragon girl."
She agreed to the conditions proposed by Lu Mingze on behalf of the Lord of Mankind - or she could choose to die; but if she did not have the will to survive, when she was frozen in the place of execution by the Black King because of the failure of the great rebellion, she would not have lured the ant-like humans to take out their bones and blood and wait for resurrection after a long time.
The time when a mural or a portrait could frighten people and make them bow down in worship has passed. The changes in this world have exceeded the imagination of the White Queen. She has seen through the true nature of Lu Mingfei and Lu Mingze, and the changes in the future are not something she can control. All she can do in the future is to do as the Lord of Humanity has promised:
Live quietly.
There was a sharp cutting sound, and the dark steel wall of the throne room where Vashtor was instantly lit up with more than a dozen dazzling golden scratches, followed by a golden and red chariot that broke through and crashed into it violently.
That was Lu Mingfei wearing power armor. After destroying the Black Death, he rushed here at the fastest speed, ready to eliminate the last threat.
In fact, he had already done so. The "revelation" burning with the holy flame was thrown out by him like lightning, accurately hitting Vashtor who was sitting on the throne and had not yet completely merged with the central tower. In the realm of stagnation of time, Vashtor had no ability to resist.
"We will meet in another universe. The new Exiled Son - my original self will surely be able to sense your special existence and then settle accounts with you."
A hoarse High Gothic language came from the communication of Lu Mingfei's armor. It was obvious that Vashtor's incomplete data had invaded the communication channel; but Lu Mingfei did not want to and would not exchange even a word with these evil threats. He strode to the throne, pulled out Revelation, and waved it again. Dense golden tracks were engraved on the surface of the control throne due to the stillness of time.
When time resumed flowing, Vashtor's data along with His throne turned into flying metal fragments.
Only then did Lu Mingfei let out a long breath and used inspiration to support his body which had become a little limp due to relaxation; but this state only lasted for less than two seconds, as his strong physical functions overwhelmed the impact of his spirit and he quickly recovered.
"Clean up the battlefield and take away the bodies of the fallen brothers. The gunboat troops will cooperate with the Alchemist Sergeant's plan to bury and seal this place. Have Norma start a thorough investigation of the network. We must not let any data of the Mechanical Evil God remain in this world."
Lu Mingfei gave the order in an orderly manner. Now the communication system has returned to normal. The unclean noise and piercing screams that were previously filled in the communication channel due to unknown interference have all disappeared.
Soon, the casualty report popped up on the display screen of the helmet's eyepiece. A total of sixty-four brothers died in this war, most of whom succumbed to the evil psychic plague of the Great Unclean Ones. Although this number of sacrifices was a perfect victory compared to the various tragic casualty reports he received when serving in the Weepers, Lu Mingfei still mourned for them for a few seconds.
Immediately following this, the alchemist's report popped up, saying that the Throne of Heroes was functioning normally, and the souls of the brothers who had died in the battle had been drawn back to the Throne of Heroes, and had begun the resurrection and regeneration process in their bone bottles.
After browsing through a series of pop-up reports, Lu Mingfei spread his wings of faith and flew out of the central control tower; this piece of Nibelungen space had collapsed, and the twisted control tower of the Mechanical Evil God was half-destroyed and half-collapsed, inserted into this huge drainage well, and the only fate waiting for it was destruction.
Although the nearly dried-up power of faith in the furnace of faith could only support him for one last short flight, Lu Mingfei still flew to the wellhead at the fastest speed and knelt on one knee in front of the boy to salute:
"His Majesty."
"You and your warriors did a great job, Mingfei." The boy reached out and stroked Lu Mingfei's heavy shoulder armor, a slight smile on his slightly dark face. "Those dirty eyes from another universe won't pay attention to this place for a long time in the future."
Lu Mingfei suppressed his excitement and made his voice as calm as possible: "It is our honor to fight according to your will, Your Majesty."
"As for her..."
Lu Mingfei glanced unkindly at the white alien beside him, and ignored Lu Mingze who was standing next to it, pointing at it with a smile and nodding at him with a thumbs up - the White King, a dragon alien who was once second only to the Black King in power. Even this war was largely caused by it.
Although it had previously opened up some kind of spiritual authority to him, allowing him to establish a connection with Yuan Zhinv's "Dream Tapir" clone and destroy the anchoring engine in time, this could not erase the murderous intent rising in Lu Mingfei's heart.
"Just like Jörmungandr, she wisely chose to cooperate, and I just needed the most complete and largest portion of the Great Library, so I promised her that she could live quietly in this world. You take her back to the City of Miracles."
"Understood, Your Majesty."
Since His Majesty the Emperor has spoken, Lu Mingfei temporarily put aside his murderous intent towards King Bai.
"The rest of the cleanup work is up to you and your army," the boy said, his figure gradually becoming illusory. "You don't need to worry about the child's health anymore. I have cleansed her of the excessive and unstable dragon bloodline. When she wakes up, say thank you for me."
Lu Mingfei knew that the boy was referring to Uesugi Eri. She participated in this war with the power of the emperor, facing the most dangerous and terrifying enemies, delaying precious time for him and the legion and reducing casualties.
"And I've also cleared up the things you taught her before. You don't need to worry about her questioning your 'lack of loyalty' in the future."
The boy's chuckle made Lu Mingfei look embarrassed - fortunately, his helmet blocked his face; but when he thought about the time he talked with that kid all night long in Japan and asked another kid to make a Japanese version of "The Word of God", he felt so ashamed that his scalp tingled.
When Lu Mingfei wanted to say something, he found that the boy had disappeared, along with Lu Mingze. Only the alien Bai Wang was left, curled up on the ground in the nearly human form of Jörmungandr.
He took a deep breath and suppressed his emotions. He grabbed the alien's neck and forced it to raise its head and look at him. His cold words came out through the breathing grille:
"I'll keep an eye on you, alien. Don't try to play any tricks."