225: Chapter 225 The Tyrant Takes Flight!

Boom—!

The airwaves from the explosion overturned fragments all over the sky, and the firelight reddened half the horizon.

The Cardinal Bishop in Scarlet Robes stood dazed on the flagship's deck, his hood blown away by the heatwave.

"Impossible... how can an exile drive the Relic Power of the Tyrant's Palace?!"

Chen Du ignored him.

He looked down at his palm.

Shadow Power was seeping out along his veins, moving across the surface of his skin like a living thing.

The totems on the canyon walls flickered in sync with his every heartbeat.

"Feels good."

Chen Du clenched his fist and turned to look at Xia Mo beside him.

The girl stood barefoot on the gravel, her long blade held horizontally in front of her, as ice-blue energy spread from the tips of her hair to her fingertips.

"Mo Mo, do you want to fly?"

Xia Mo tilted her head slightly, "I do."

Chen Du grinned.

The shadows beneath his feet suddenly exploded!

Pitch-black wings suddenly spread open behind him!

With a ten-meter wingspan, they blotted out the sun!

He grabbed Xia Mo's waist, "Hold on tight."

"Okay!"

The [Swiftwind Wings] on Xia Mo's back activated simultaneously!

The translucent wings of wind and Chen Du's shadow wings unfurled together.

One black, one white.

Chii—!

The rocks beneath their feet collapsed in a circle.

Sonic booms exploded in the canyon!

On the deck of No. 0819.

Tang Ran had just smashed the skull of a Mechanical Leopard when she looked up and saw this scene.

"Holy shit..."

Her fist stopped mid-air, her mouth hanging open wide enough to fit a fist.

Lin Keke was petrified for three seconds before letting out a loud scream.

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!!! A double Void-step? What kind of god-tier CG is this! It's so cool my soul is leaving my body!"

An Nuonuo leaned over the ship's railing, her small face flushed red.

"Captain... is so cool."

At this moment, the World Channel completely exploded.

Some survivor with a Detection-type item had synchronized the real-time footage of this battle to the Public Channel.

[Damn, damn, damn! Look! That madman is flying with a woman!! They're charging towards the three motherships!!]

[Is this fake? Flying with a physical body to go head-to-head with floating warships? This isn't something a human can do!]

[God Du! It's definitely God Du! He was the one who withstood the gaze of the Sea of Despair before!!]

[Holy shit, those black wings behind him! Look at the image on the mural... they're exactly the same! The Tyrant?!]

The channel's scrolling speed was so fast that nothing could be seen clearly.

But one message was forwarded by countless people: [Among humans, there's actually someone who can compete with the Old Gods. God Du is awesome!!]

High in the sky.

The Cardinal Bishop in Scarlet Robes finally snapped out of it.

"All main cannons! Fire! Turn them into ash!"

Boom, boom, boom—!

The muzzles on the bellies of the two motherships lit up with blinding white light simultaneously.

A firepower net woven from over a dozen energy beams descended upon Chen Du and Xia Mo!

Chen Du stabilized himself in the airflow and made a grasping motion with one hand.

"Hundred Weapons Martial Arts."

The shadow wings behind him trembled violently!

Hundreds of pitch-black greatswords, halberds, and heavy axes lined up neatly in the void.

"Go!!"

Hundreds of shadow weapons poured down like a rainstorm!

They collided head-on with the energy beams!

Boom, boom!

Boom, boom, boom—!

The sky was blasted into a cauldron of boiling water.

After shattering the energy beams, the shadow greatswords still maintained terrifying piercing power, plunging into the armor of the right-wing mothership.

The sharp sound of metal tearing resounded through the clouds.

At this time.

Xia Mo opened her eyes in Chen Du's arms.

In her cold eyes, a bottomless ice-blue was surging.

"Chen Du, let me go."

"Go ahead."

Chen Du let go.

Xia Mo drew her blade with one hand!

The cold air condensed at the tip of the blade caused the surrounding air to freeze into ice crystals!

She fixed her gaze on the right-wing mothership.

"Fatal Strike!"

Shua—!

An ice-blue blade light, almost invisible to the naked eye, spanned a hundred meters and struck right in the middle of the mothership!

Tenfold Critical Strike!

Frost spread from the blade mark at the speed of light.

The entire three-hundred-meter-long Floating Mothership was frozen into a block of ice within half a second.

The engines stopped, and the cannon fire was extinguished!

The Orcs on the deck, who didn't have time to escape, were frozen in the ice in various poses, their expressions fixed in final terror.

Immediately following.

The remaining shadow greatswords all nailed themselves into the frozen mothership.

Crack—!

The entire ice ship snapped at the keel!

"That's two."

Chen Du tallied the results in mid-air.

The World Channel was no longer just scrolling; it was a flood of information at a system-crash level.

[Crazy, crazy, crazy! Frozen a mothership with one strike? Who is that woman?!]

[God Du's woman! Holy shit, this duo is going to slaughter a god!]

[The Mechanical Divine Court is finished!]

The last flagship.

The Cardinal Bishop in Scarlet Robes' face was already distorted beyond human recognition.

"Retreat... full-speed retreat! Activate space jump—"

Before he could finish.

A black shadow descended from the sky, slamming into the very center of the flagship's deck.

Boom!

The entire flagship was shaken by the impact, sinking more than ten meters.

At the bottom of the crater in the shattered deck.

Chen Du slowly straightened up.

Dark gold flames erupted from deep within his pupils.

[Tyrants Gaze] released at full power!

A terrifying, suffocating pressure from his status exploded outward!

The thousands of Orc guards on the flagship hadn't even finished three steps.

Thud, thud, thud—

The soldiers in the front row collapsed directly to the ground, their pupils dilated and limbs twitching.

Those in the back tried to fire, but their fingers froze on the triggers.

Pure suppression.

Chen Du walked forward carrying the bone gold cleaver, his pace steady and unhurried.

Every time he passed a struggling Orc, the shadows beneath his feet would automatically extend tentacles to crush the other's cervical vertebrae.

In less than twenty seconds.

There were no living things left on the flagship's deck.

"No... don't come any closer!"

The Cardinal Bishop in Scarlet Robes slumped in front of the command console.

In his eyes, which were filled with metal circuits, the silhouette of Chen Du walking against the light was reflected.

And the shadow phantom behind him.

Was exactly the same as the Tyrant roaring at the sky on the mural.

"The... god of machinery will avenge me! You have no idea what is suppressed within the Holy Mountain—"

Shua!

The bone gold cleaver sliced off his left arm, and the metal circuits at the stump sizzled and smoked.

"Ah—!"

Shua!

Right arm, left leg, right leg!

After four strikes!

The Cardinal Bishop in Scarlet Robes' mechanical limbs were removed one by one, leaving only a mangled body wrapped in a robe, lying on the deck.

Chen Du crouched down and patted his face.

"Who was it that said they'd grant me an intact corpse just now?"

The Bishop's lips trembled, "You aren't human... you are..."

"Don't give me that high-hat talk!"

Shadow chains erupted from the ground, firmly encircling the Bishop's neck.

Chen Du grabbed the chain and dragged the mangled body to the edge of the flagship.

Then he leaped.

His shadow wings unfurled, and dragging the "kite" behind him, he glided directly from the high altitude back to the deck of No. 0819.

The moment he landed.

All the female crew members gathered around.

Chen Du had one hand in his pocket.

With his other hand, he pulled the shadow chain, which was tied to the Cardinal Bishop of the Mechanical Divine Court at the end.

The Bishop was dragged across the deck, looking worse than a stray dog.

"Pfft—"

Lin Keke was the first to lose it, laughing so hard she doubled over, "Is... is this dog walking? Captain, you're too wicked!"

Tang Ran wiped the engine oil off her face and grinned broadly, "I'm impressed, I've never seen such a pathetic boss in my life."

Chen Du casually tossed the chain to An Nuonuo.

"Nuonuo, watch him. If he runs, I'm docking your snacks."

"Ah? Me... I'm watching him?"

An Nuonuo looked down at the half-dead Bishop, her small face turning serious, "You... don't you dare move!"

Her fierce tone, paired with her petite 1.55-meter frame.

The Bishop closed his eyes feebly!

Having lived for hundreds of years, he never expected to be guarded by a loli one day!

Chen Du pulled a Huazi out of his pocket and clicked it lit.

The Tyrant totems on both sides of the canyon gradually dimmed.

Xia Mo landed lightly beside him and sheathed her blade.

"Not a single one left!"

"Good work."

Chen Du put his arm around her shoulder and kissed her forehead.

Xia Mo curled her lips into a smile and leaned into his arms without saying a word.

Just then.

The [sacrifice notebook] began to tremble violently without warning.

The strange mouth on the cover slowly split open, emitting a scalp-numbing chewing sound.

[Jie jie... Chen Du.]

[This scrap metal all over the ground isn't very tasty.]

[But I smell something very interesting.]

The strange mouth's tongue licked the edge of the pages, and its voice suddenly became somber.

[It's the smell of "me."]

[Right... beneath the Holy Mountain that the Bishop was muttering about.]