Chapter Twenty-Five: The Wolf-Tooth Mace

Chapter Twenty-Five: The Spiked Club

Just as Yunyang was about to unleash his full might, a tank not far from him was instantly destroyed, leaving no time to react. On Ge Xiaolun’s side, though their firepower wasn’t as strong, their casualties were much lighter thanks to Ge Xiaolun’s anti-void abilities—at least they hadn’t lost seventeen tanks right at the start.

He had been distracted by the battleship and hadn’t paid attention to the casualties, but the sight of craters and the remains of tanks scattered across the battlefield made his eyes burn with fury, despite being mentally prepared.

Yunyang mimed throwing a javelin and hurled his Dragon Lance with all his strength, as if that would help it strike the enemy sooner. Once thrown, he no longer cared about it but swept his gaze over the battlefield, quickly spotting several wounded soldiers.

After treating two more injured comrades, the Dragon Lance returned to Yunyang’s hand, and he immediately picked out another unlucky enemy, launching another fierce attack. Back and forth, he alternated between attacking the enemy and healing his allies, making all his enhancements seem wasted—he might as well have been a nurse.

After half a day of fierce fighting, the Gluttonous realized their numbers were dwindling. Each time a pale blue streak of light flashed, another attack craft would be destroyed. The pressure mounted as none knew who would be next, causing them to instinctively climb higher, hoping to avoid the deadly light.

In the nearby sky, several attack craft were dogfighting with Angel Qingxue, matching her maneuver for maneuver, displaying impressive piloting skills. But just as they grew confident, she suddenly swung her holy sword, sending a flaming arc slicing through the sky, destroying two attack craft in a single blow. Her relentless assault continued, giving them no chance to counterattack—five ships were shot down in quick succession. The remaining Gluttonous panicked, their communications channel filled with curses directed at their now-dead captain.

“We’re doomed! I told you not to mess with the angels. Now look—dead and can’t go back.”

“Enough! Less whining—think of a way to shake her off.”

The one who cursed had been childhood friends with their fallen captain, so he spoke without restraint, but the others didn’t dare.

Seeing the Gluttonous flee, Angel Qingxue didn’t bother to give chase, instead targeting the more aggressive attack craft. After all, those who charged in were either reckless fools or true experts—fools were easy to take down, and taking out experts was a service to her own side.

In this way, with the cooperation of super soldiers and regular troops, the battle raged for three hours. The Huaxia side lost a tank battalion—fifty tanks destroyed—and over 150 soldiers killed by stray bullets while serving as messengers, with more than 300 casualties in total and over a thousand wounded.

The Gluttonous fared no better—a battleship was sunk, their commander killed, and forty-three attack craft destroyed, most by Yunyang and Angel Qingxue. As the enemy climbed higher, the lack of large-scale anti-aircraft weapons left the soldiers helpless.

That night, Yunyang was busy healing the wounded. Severely injured soldiers were brought in one after another, then those with disabilities and, later, those with minor injuries. He worked nonstop until midday the following day, finally treating everyone.

The first casualty brought in the night before was a young man sobbing uncontrollably, while the nurse pushing him in was doing her best to stifle a laugh. Yunyang had no idea what was going on.

When the patient reached him, before Yunyang could do anything, the young man grabbed his hand and pleaded, “Brother Yun, you have to save me! I’ve been turned into a eunuch by a shell—I still have a girlfriend waiting for me— I—” Before he could finish, he broke down in tears, wrenching the hearts of all around.

Yunyang almost burst out laughing but remembered his image as an angel in white and forced himself to keep a straight face. “Don’t worry—it’s treatable. In New Huaxia, we don’t need eunuchs anymore. Relax.”

Hearing this, the young man stopped crying, looked up expectantly, and said, “Eighteen centimeters, please. Thank you.”

The nurse blushed furiously, giving him a shyly annoyed glare, while the young man shot her a knowing look.

Yunyang now seriously suspected this guy was doing it on purpose, trying to use him to boost his own ‘assets.’ Then, with a sudden flash of inspiration, he realized the nurse was likely the young man’s girlfriend and decided to play along.

“Friend, I have a variety of models here. Want to choose one?” Yunyang gave him a look that said, “I get it.”

“Really? Tell me, and I’ll pick.” The young man’s excitement was obvious.

One after another, Yunyang listed several options, but the young man was never satisfied. With each suggestion, the nurse’s face grew redder, until it looked as if she might bleed, steam almost rising from her head. Seeing this, Yunyang decided to push a little further.

“This is the last one. If you don’t want it, I’ll move on—there are others waiting.”

“Alright, go on.” The anticipation was written all over his face.

“How about the Spiked Club? Guaranteed to impress.”

Before the young man could reply, the nurse behind him burst out, “No way! Absolutely not!” Her voice was sweet but full of bashful protest.

Everyone looked at the nurse and broke into knowing smiles. The young man offered an awkward grin. Under their amused gazes, the nurse couldn’t take it anymore—covering her face, she fled the tent. Laughter erupted inside, and the nurse nearly stumbled outside at the sound.

Because of the number of wounded, the troops didn’t resume marching until Yunyang had finished treating everyone. It was a bit rough on him, but as a super soldier, Yunyang didn’t mind—he could go three days without sleep.

While Yunyang was busy healing, Ge Xiaolun began studying the Void Controller. After the “Hello World” incident, he was filled with hope—after all, with this device, he could alter the world with a single string of code and make clouds spell out greetings in the sky.

The previous day’s battle had taken a heavy toll on the soldiers, leaving Ge Xiaolun deeply pained. That night, back in his tent, he took out a photo of Rose and gazed at it, suddenly feeling unworthy of her. Aside from his toughness, which let him withstand shells, all he could do was act as a messenger—a role he found hard to accept.

That night, Ge Xiaolun lay awake, thinking of many things: the silent Giant Gorge, fighting alongside Angel Yan on Feresa, and the helplessness he’d felt against the demon Atto after becoming a god.

The next day, Ge Xiaolun buried his thoughts and dutifully spent the entire day as a messenger, though he remained frustrated that toughness was his only strength.

That evening, back at camp, when Angel Zhixin told him he could control the void and change the world, Ge Xiaolun suddenly felt a surge of confidence about the future.

Meanwhile, after the last great battle, the Gluttonous had not dared provoke Yunyang’s unit again. Losing two battleships in a single day was more than they could bear.

Worse still, a mecha warrior blessed by death had been cleanly dispatched by Earth’s super soldiers, leaving them at a loss. Their technology was generations ahead of Earth’s, but time and again, their forces were crushed by super soldiers. The Gluttonous commander changed tactics, avoiding units with super soldiers and instead attacking unprotected cities and armies, achieving significant victories.

This shift in strategy brought untold suffering to Earth. Huaxia fared a little better, but elsewhere, entire populations were slaughtered. People hid in mountains or underground shelters, living in terror.

Even with super soldiers, many Huaxia units marching to North Star were ambushed and destroyed. Cities large and small were leveled, but thanks to preparations, most civilians had been evacuated underground. The bulk of casualties fell on the military.

With global communications sabotaged by the demons, information was scarce. The Gluttonous’ atrocities hadn’t reached the Super Soldier Unit in Huaxia—otherwise, Commander Liu Chuang would have already gone to fight them to the death.

Since Morgana’s attempt to recruit him, Liu Chuang had abandoned his Norstar War God title, never satisfied with it anyway. He tried to come up with a name more in line with Huaxia tradition, which finally gained him the acceptance and respect of He Weilan and Qilin, who now considered him a reliable comrade.

Sitting in the vehicle, Yunyang was bored, making small talk with the driver—there was nothing urgent for him to do today. He felt the itch to play on his phone, or rather, to play games. But his device, Xiaoyi, was still with Rose, and he wondered where she was and how she was doing. Only Yunyang could go from thinking about games to thinking about Rose.

Rose herself had just survived a battle, using tanks to sink a warship from the Wolf Civilization. For some reason, while the other Super Soldier units fought the Gluttonous, the Wolf Civilization seemed fixated on Rose, harassing her every two or three days with another ship, much to her annoyance.