Chapter 115: Let’s Bet on Whether There’s a Bullet in My Gun

Chapter 117: Medium-Sized Flare

“Qilin, just aim for the vital spots directly. If the angels only get lightly injured, I can heal them in no time,” Yun Yang suggested, patting Qilin on the shoulder as he gradually realized this.

No sooner had he spoken than Qilin’s irritated voice came back. “Do you think I don’t want to? They’re flying too fast.”

“Just anticipate their moves. Besides, we have plenty of bullets,” Yun Yang continued, thinking Qilin was being overly cautious and insisting on perfect shots when it wasn’t necessary.

Qilin thought it over and realized he wasn’t entirely wrong. She adjusted her mindset to how she felt when she first acquired the Godslaying No. 1, and the muzzle flashes from her gun became rapid and fierce.

Yun Yang then saw that from time to time, an angel would clutch their chest or limbs and gradually fall still where they stood. A small number were struck directly in the head—those were beyond saving.

Without Qilin’s long-range support, the angels’ chances of getting injured sharply increased.

It wasn’t just because Qilin withheld support. When the angels saw the fallen enemies hit by her, they would do everything to kill those foes, even at the cost of injury in return.

This also caused Yun Yang’s dark energy output to surge dramatically. But he didn’t mind, feeling that the scales of victory were tipping decisively in Earth’s favor.

Before long, Qilin, who had been crouching on a meteorite, stood up swiftly, grabbing Yun Yang’s arm with urgency.

“Let’s go, quickly.”

Without asking why, Yun Yang activated his teleportation and reappeared a kilometer away.

He then saw several golden spheres of light strike the meteorite where they had just been standing, shattering it into flying debris with tremendous force.

A look of apology crossed Yun Yang’s face as he spoke to Qilin through the comms. “I didn’t notice. You go in first; I’ll handle them.”

After Qilin vanished, Yun Yang’s expression darkened as he stared at the approaching angelic scum—those pests who had cost him the title of God-Level Support. Though the title was self-bestowed, it still stung.

He issued a command to the gene engine to analyze the situation, then gripped his Void Greatsword in both hands. This time, he would be a berserker; he had no time to play games with these angelic scum.

No words, no hesitation. Their weapons clashed fiercely, sparks flying—but without the pleasant ringing of metal on metal.

A minute later, Yun Yang, wielding three swords, beheaded one of the scum outright.

Three minutes later, despite taking a few hits himself, he pierced through another scum’s chest.

The remaining three exchanged glances, their eyes full of dread.

They could tell Yun Yang’s close-combat skills were poor, relying on trading blows. Normally, such an enemy would be merely troublesome, but they weren’t afraid given their numbers.

What terrified them was that this silver-armored super warrior seemed impervious to injury. The blazing-level broken swords struck him without effect.

Fine, he wore armor, they accepted that. But his neck had been slashed six or seven times already, yet he showed no sign of injury. Was their blazing-level weapon fake?

After a brief discussion, the three decided to retreat. The commander had only instructed them to kill the sniper, not this demon.

Yun Yang then faced the same frustration as the two third-generation angels: chasing the scum but never catching them. They all had Time-Space Wings; none outranked the others.

Behind them, a massive flash shone brightly, followed by a powerful shockwave—like a gentle breeze brushing the face, but there was no air here; this was space.

The flash came from a colossal explosion, and only Reina could cause such a grand spectacle from above.

Watching the enormous blast ahead, Reina first laughed heartily with hands on hips, then her expression shifted as she hurriedly ordered the nearby angels to take her back to Skyblade Seven.

She realized her medium-sized flare bomb had detonated a bit too close. Staying here would likely leave her struggling against the shockwave.

At the explosion’s center, the Glutton fleet was subjected to a judgment harsher than Skyblade’s—an instantaneous eruption of extreme heat and pressure.

Two main flagships, stripped of their shields, shattered into fragments and then melted into molten metal.

The Gluttons inside were burned to ashes instantly, spared any pain—perhaps the last mercy of the Sunborn.

When everyone returned to Skyblade Seven, the shockwave swept past harmlessly, causing only faint ripples above the Time-Space Shield.

As the flames died down, Reina excitedly glanced at the still-simmering metal liquid, signaling for another strike—hurry, don’t let the Gluttons escape again.

Another medium-sized flare blasted, destroying two more main flagships that hadn’t yet separated far enough.

Reina was brought back once more, this time leaning weakly against the railing. Someone nearby offered to help, but she waved them off and said:

“All done here, Goddess. The rest is up to you.”

Zhao Xin nodded and turned around, shouting loudly:

“Warriors, it’s our turn to perform!”

At his command, the thrusters on all the warrior armors ignited, launching them in rows toward the portal on Skyblade Seven’s Time-Space Shield.

Lin Hua was among them, even in the front row. Having waited so long on Skyblade Seven, watching the ships and angels dart about, he longed for a pair of wings to slice through enemy fleets like them.

Now finally going into battle, Lin Hua felt no fear—only a burning desire to avenge his comrades and excitement at the prospect.

His emotions reflected in his body; beneath the armor, he trembled slightly, causing the armor itself to quiver.

A nearby warrior noticed and pulled him into a comm channel.

“Brother, scared? Don’t worry, our weapons are good this time.”

“Scared? I’m excited. Finally, revenge.”

Lin Hua’s voice was filled with enthusiasm, even a little breathy.

The other warrior felt embarrassed, having tried to act tough but realizing this guy was the real deal.

“Stay safe,” he said, then ended the channel.

The battle reports reached Sumali, causing him to pause in surprise. How had four flagships been lost after just two flashes? Had the angels used another flame greatsword?

His mind raced, and he quickly issued orders:

“Divide two flagships to retreat; the remaining four keep fighting. They shouldn’t have any more of those powerful attacks.”

The Glutton flagship commanders, after brief discussion, had the two youngest captains withdraw while the rest resumed combat.

Because most Glutton gunboats hovered around Skyblade Seven without major losses, Earth’s warriors began fighting before even leaving the Time-Space Shield.

They surged into the dense cluster of Glutton gunboats, gunfire and explosions erupting instantly without hesitation.

Earth suffered its heaviest casualties since the battle began—dozens of enhanced warriors fell under concentrated fire.

But the warriors had no time for sorrow, counterattacking fiercely and pushing the gunboats that had just entered the shield back out.

Zhao Xin led the charge, weaving through the gunboats and disrupting the Glutton formation.

The second to charge out wasn’t from the elite battalion but enhanced warrior Lin Hua, wielding a powerful rifle, firing relentlessly at the Glutton gunboats.

His specialized pseudo-blazing-level armor-piercing rounds easily penetrated the thin armor plating of the gunboats.

Lin Hua knew exactly where the pilots and engines were, making his kill rate even higher than Zhao Xin’s.

As gunboats exploded one by one, Zhao Xin noticed Lin Hua—and so did the Gluttons. Several gunboats shifted their turrets, aiming to obliterate him.

Sensing the danger, Zhao Xin stomped hard on the deck and charged toward Lin Hua.

The gunboats unleashed their long-prepared barrage, but Lin Hua remained unfazed, hovering in place and continuing to fire.

After destroying one gunboat, Lin Hua ran out of ammo and reached to reload, only to feel a sudden impact.

Zhao Xin had arrived just in time to shield him, and as they moved aside, shells whizzed past, striking the Time-Space Shield of Skyblade Seven.

After retreating a safe distance, Zhao Xin slapped Lin Hua’s helmet and snapped over the comm:

“What, can’t shoot properly because of movement?”

Lin Hua finally realized how close he’d come to death. If not for Zhao Xin, his quest for vengeance would have ended then and there.

Embarrassed, he replied, “No, no, it’s fine. Thanks, Captain Zhao.”

“Keep going,” Zhao Xin said, then drew his Dragon Spear and doubled his kill rate.

After all the enhanced warriors were out, the angels, having rested briefly, stood and prepared to fight again.

But Mo Yi stopped them, noticing a few of her sisters missing. She asked if anyone had seen them.

The angels shook their heads, none having noticed.

A shadow of unease fell over Mo Yi. Where had her sisters gone?

Gazing at the ongoing battle, she suppressed her worry and signaled the others to proceed, reminding them to stay safe.

She then used the angels’ dark comms to contact the missing sisters.

The Milky Way still harbored demons; if these first-generation sisters were isolated and met demons, Mo Yi dreaded to imagine the outcome—likely a silent death.

Lian Feng noticed Mo Yi’s unease and asked what was wrong.

Mo Yi just shook her head, signaling all was well, leaving Lian Feng puzzled.