159: Chapter 159 Jiang Jiuyou willingly ranks seventh

Chen Chen didn't give it any time to process.

With the first strike, he severed the two wings on the left.

Purple saber qi swept across, and two giant blood-colored wings detached from the body, tumbling through the air as they fell.

The Tier 4 Commander wailed in agony, its body losing balance and tilting to the right.

With the second strike, he severed the two wings on the right.

The fifteen-meter-long behemoth lost all ability to fly and crashed to the ground with a boom.

The rocky platform was smashed into a ten-meter-deep crater.

Chen Chen stepped onto its back.

The weight of his own constitution combined with the twenty-fold gravity field caused the Tier 4 Commander's spine to emit dense cracking sounds.

It struggled to turn over, but it couldn't even lift its head.

The third strike.

Slashed down from the back of the neck.

The purple saber qi pierced through the cervical vertebrae, and the head detached from the body, rolling seven or eight meters away.

In the blood-red vertical pupils, the light slowly faded.

From the moment Chen Chen landed to the killing of the Tier 4 Commander.

Eleven seconds.

The remaining alien army watched with their own eyes as their commander was decapitated in three strikes; their formation completely collapsed in an instant.

They emitted fearful shrieks and fled frantically in all directions.

Qin Hongye's gauss rifle began harvesting the deserters from the fifth-floor dome.

Jiang Yanxue and Su Xiaoqi jumped out of the Ghost Fortress to give chase.

But Chen Chen didn't care about that.

He bent down and grabbed the Tier 4 Commander's head.

Blood dripped from the severed surface, flowing down his forearm.

Carrying the head, he climbed the stairs to the top of the Floating City's wall.

Over fifteen hundred people craned their necks to look at him.

No one spoke.

Chen Chen hung the head on an iron pole on the city wall.

He turned and walked toward the fourth-floor Pilot Tower.

The cheers erupting from within the city almost blew off the dome.

...

Fourth floor.

Jiang Jiuyou stood before the deputy command console.

Her dark red cloak was stained with gunpowder smoke and blood, and much of her silvery-white hair had come loose.

Her hand was still gripping her sidearm.

Chen Chen pushed the door open and entered.

The two looked at each other.

Jiang Jiuyou's chest heaved violently twice.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something—

Chen Chen stepped forward, his left hand clasping her lower back as he pulled her entire body into his arms.

Jiang Jiuyou's body stiffened for half a second.

Then her hand released the sidearm.

The sound of metal hitting the floor echoed in the Pilot Tower.

Her forehead rested against Chen Chen's collarbone.

"You're late," her voice was muffled, carrying a very slight tremor.

"Not late."

"The shield is only at five percent."

"It's enough."

Jiang Jiuyou looked up.

Her ice-blue pupils met Chen Chen's at close range.

Chen Chen's right hand slid up from her lower back, his thumb and index finger pinching her chin.

"I said, tonight I would make you willing."

Jiang Jiuyou's Adam's apple bobbed.

Chen Chen didn't waste any more words.

He bent down and picked Jiang Jiuyou up in a princess carry.

"You—"

"Shut up."

Military boots stepped on the metal stairs, heading down to the second floor step by step.

Jiang Jiuyou's hand gripped his collar, her knuckles turning white.

Too many things were churning in her ice-blue pupils—nervousness, anticipation, and a trace of very faint, long-suppressed desire.

Second-floor hatch.

Kicked open.

Entered.

Locked tight.

The acoustic isolation layer indicator light turned green.

...

The dark red cloak slid to the floor.

The black high-collared undershirt was lifted from the hem, revealing a tight waistline and the shallow muscular groove below the ribs.

Jiang Jiuyou's breathing grew ragged.

Chen Chen pressed her onto the Concentration Bed; the high temperature radiated by his 177 points of constitution burned through her skin through the thin fabric.

"Chen Chen—"

"Call my name."

"...Bastard."

Midnight.

The system settlement triggered on time.

A heat current exploded from deep within the spine.

Dense crackling sounds echoed within the bones for forty seconds.

[Physical Overlimit settlement! constitution +10! Current constitution: 187! agility +5! Current agility: 88!]

Chen Chen's constitution was 187, Jiang Jiuyou's was 72.

A difference of 115 points.

Jiang Jiuyou's muscle fibers reorganized, and her bone density climbed.

Her skin shimmered with a very faint silver light—the outward manifestation of the Mechanical Empress affix resonating with energy.

System pop-ups erupted in quick succession.

[Jiang Jiuyou's constitution +5, current constitution 77.]

[Jiang Jiuyou's agility +3, current agility 49.]

[Detected a drastic change in the beauty's causal relationship—]

[Jiang Jiuyou's bond progress has broken through to Lv.4!]

[Exclusive Golden affix [Mechanical Empress: Starport Resonance] upgraded to Lv.4!]

Chen Chen glanced at the pop-ups.

Lv.4 effects—

Vehicle all-attribute bonus increased from 30% to 50%.

Fleet Link range extended from three kilometers to five kilometers.

Added passive [Fleet Firepower Network]: All linked friendly vehicles' attacks are forced to carry 10% true damage.

Chen Chen's pupils constricted slightly.

Ten percent true damage.

Eighty-nine vehicles firing simultaneously, every single bullet carrying true damage that ignored defense.

The entire fleet's combat power underwent a qualitative leap.

But Jiang Jiuyou on the bed could no longer care about any affixes.

The overwhelming constitution caused this decisive Queen of the Dark Division to completely lose all her pride and reserve.

Her silvery-white long hair was scattered across the pillow, and her military coat had long since been tossed into some unknown corner.

Two and a half hours.

Five limit quotas exhausted.

Jiang Jiuyou lay paralyzed on the bed, her body drenched in fragrant sweat, without even the strength to lift a finger.

She turned her head and bit Chen Chen's shoulder.

Her teeth sank into the muscle, but they couldn't even leave a mark—

The skin hardness of 187 points of constitution was harder than her teeth.

"You bastard..."

Her voice was incredibly raspy, the end of her words carrying a softness that only emerged after completely letting down her guard.

"I'm willing... to be seventh..."

Chen Chen turned his head to look at her.

Silvery-white hair clung to her sweat-dampened cheeks, the sharpness in her ice-blue pupils had entirely melted away, leaving only satisfaction and an indescribable dependence.

He reached out and tucked the loose hair at her temples behind her ear.

"Seventh?"

"Mhm..."

"Not seventh."

Jiang Jiuyou froze for a moment.

Chen Chen's thumb rubbed her cheekbone: "The Deputy Commander has no rank."

Jiang Jiuyou's ice-blue pupils trembled twice.

She buried her face in the pillow and muffledly cursed.

The tips of her ears turned bright red.

...

3:17 AM.

Chen Chen leaned against the headboard, scrolling through his panel.

Jiang Jiuyou was curled in the crook of his arm, her breathing already steady, half-asleep.

The communicator buzzed.

Encrypted channel. Shen Wanbing.

Chen Chen tapped it open.

An audio clip.

Shen Wanbing: "This is a distress signal sent from the bloodline frequency within the Tier 4 Commander's body three seconds before its death. I just finished analyzing it."

The audio played.

A distorted, non-human roar came from the communicator.

Shen Wanbing had already overlaid the translation on top of the audio track—

"My King... the divine seed... is in his hands... coordinates... sent..."

Chen Chen's finger stopped on the panel.

SS-rank Unclaimed Divine Seed.

The dark gold crystal he had locked in the deepest layer of his storage ring.

Before dying, the Tier 4 Commander had sent this information out.

Sent to the King of the Blood Origin Royal Court.

Shen Wanbing's voice rang out again:

"The receiving end of the signal... is to the east, at a straight-line distance of over eight hundred kilometers. The energy fluctuation level—"

She paused for a second.

"Tier 5."