Chapter Fifty: On Earth, All Cats Eat Fish

Chapter Fifty: Earth’s Cats All Eat Fish

Yunyang had been engaged in a game of cat and mouse with the triangular creatures on the sea for over half an hour, and his patience was wearing thin. The remaining three giant fish simply refused to die, as resilient as cockroaches beneath the waves. After several leaps and failed attempts, he hurriedly asked Xiaoyi to bring out Keisha, since he admitted to himself that he had no idea how to kill these devilish fish.

No sooner had Keisha appeared than Yunyang impatiently blurted out, “How do I kill these things? I’ve never caught fish before, and stabbing them so many times hasn’t worked.”

“These are Triangulars. They evolve by enhancing their brain domains, not through super genes, so your gun is only good for making holes,” Keisha replied, regarding the breathless Yunyang.

“The brain domain? So I just need to hit their heads, right?” Yunyang recalled that the two giant fish he’d actually managed to kill had both been shot in the head.

“That’s one way to put it.”

With a clear answer, Yunyang immediately had Xiaoyi return Keisha to the virtual space. Keisha didn’t resist, simply vanishing before Yunyang’s eyes.

“He really sees me as someone who needs protecting, doesn’t he?” Keisha muttered in exasperation as she sank into the sofa.

“Master must be having a fit of macho pride,” Xiaoyi grinned mischievously, clutching a bottle of cola.

“That little brat’s not even a fraction of me, and he’s trying to act all manly? Nonsense.” Keisha ruffled Xiaoyi’s hair, feigning ferocity.

Unaware of the conversation about him in the virtual space, Yunyang was now considering whether he could command the Dragon Lance to strike the fish’s head with deadly accuracy. He silently ordered the weapon, insisting it must hit the brain—though whether it understood was anyone’s guess.

As the Dragon Lance shot forth once more, it seemed to have received Yunyang’s command. No matter how the marked Triangular twisted and turned, the lance eventually pierced its skull, unleashing a burst of electricity within.

Accompanied by a pained buzzing, yet another Triangular crashed into the sea.

Only one remained. Seeing its last companion slain, it faltered—not to flee, but to summon reinforcements. It paused for a few seconds, emitting a wave invisible to the human eye, and soon Triangulars from nearby began to converge.

Yunyang noticed its hesitation and seized the opportunity. The Dragon Lance flashed, ending the last Triangular’s game for good.

“You few fish still dare strut before me? Don’t you know Earth’s cats all eat fish?” Yunyang crowed, gloating as his pursuers met their demise.

His triumph was short-lived. Before he could even enjoy ten seconds of gloating, a dozen spouts erupted from the sea, swiftly encircling him.

Outnumbered and outgunned, Yunyang knew when to cut his losses. He activated his teleportation device without hesitation. As his body turned ethereal and he began to vanish, he caught a glimpse of the reinforcements emerging from the depths.

Unlike the earlier foes, these new Triangulars hardly resembled fish. Their bodies were pitch-black, shrouded in a faint dark mist, and their triangular faces bore three round holes—one large, two small—whose purpose was inscrutable.

Just as the newcomers prepared to attack, Yunyang disappeared from the star system entirely, leaving the Triangulars to confer briefly before returning to the deep sea.

City of Angels. The new angelic commander, Sacred Yan, after half a year of effort and seven thousand years of earned prestige, had won the allegiance of nearly all the new generation of angel warriors. For the sake of the angels’ future, she had set aside her personal attachments.

She was now gathering supplies to dispatch her flagship, Celestial Blade No. 7, to Earth in the Milky Way. The Celestial Blade-class warship represented one of the angelic civilization’s most brilliant achievements—though the Celestial Base and Apocalypse-class ships were more advanced, only the Celestial Blade had been produced in significant numbers.

After all, building the largest known combat vessel in the universe required a staggering expenditure, even for a dominant civilization. Ships capable of traversing the constant pressure of the universe were not easily constructed.

At this moment, Sacred Yan was in high spirits. She had earned the recognition of King He Xi of Celestial Base, as well as the support of the new generation of angels, granting her the authority to launch a holy war against the demon civilization.

More importantly, Yan had inherited the knowledge vault of Sacred Keisha—one of the most formidable supercomputing clouds in the known universe. This was the cornerstone of a king’s power; with supercomputing, a deity could utterly overwhelm one without it, leaving no chance for resistance—there were no miraculous upsets, only defeat or retreat.

And Yan had also inherited Keisha’s armory, filled with weapons coveted throughout the universe.

All of this had transformed the Yan who once fled for her life from Morgana into Sacred Yan, now capable of facing Morgana as an equal.

Within a quiet forest stood a castle, its interior adorned in white and gold—the prevailing style of angelic civilization.

“Tomboy, I have already tested that little Yan for you. She seems capable. But as an old angel burdened with the scars of history, it seems retirement is not yet for me,” sighed the silver-haired angel on the sofa, gently sipping her tea.

Outer solar system. On the flagship of the Gluttonous civilization, a commander reported to their king.

“My king, I have received divine communication from Karl: the angelic civilization is mobilizing on a large scale. They may be heading for the Milky Way, targeting either the demons or us.”

“Establish a blockade and watch developments closely,” the Devourer responded after a moment’s thought.

Earth. With the military forces resisting alien invasions, some countries’ armies had already been shattered, leaving them unable to organize effective governmental power, or too weakened by alien attacks to maintain order.

This emboldened the original underground forces. In North America, devastated by the demons' onslaught, the once-dominant nation was now in ruins. The land had fallen under the control of the Skull Party—the very same whose leader had been slain by Reina.

Though their original leader was gone, the remaining high command endured a bloody internal struggle, emerged with a new leader, and pledged their loyalty anew to Morgana in hopes of immortality.

Perhaps due to the shock of their previous leader’s death at Reina’s hands, the Skull Party no longer swaggered with their former arrogance. While still tyrannical, they no longer posed a direct threat to civilians.

Even the most justice-driven police officers had no choice but to turn a blind eye, increasing patrols as best they could. With dwindling numbers and inferior weapons, the police still retained some deterrent effect against the Skull Party; should the police be wiped out as well, who knew what atrocities the Skull Party might commit?

North Star. Atop a skyscraper, several angels sat together chatting. Since the arrival of the Super Soldier Company, their situation had improved greatly—thanks largely to Ge Xiaolun’s inventions, which had allowed the defenders to strike back at the Gluttonous.

“Sister Leng, there’s been no word from the male god for a long time. Do you know why?” Angel Breeze asked listlessly.

“How would I know? You all haven’t seen him, and neither have I,” Angel Leng replied helplessly.

“Uncle Li says Yunyang went on a classified mission,” Angel Qingxue chimed in.

“How much longer? I’m running low on energy again. How am I supposed to survive without the male god?” Angel Breeze exclaimed dramatically.

“Oh dear, it seems our little Breeze really needs to find herself a male god,” Angel Lingxi teased, ruffling Breeze’s hair with a smile.

Realizing the double meaning of her words, Breeze’s face flushed scarlet to her ears. “I-I-I didn’t mean it like that! I’m still young, I meant—”

Before she could finish, Angel Yitian pinched her cheeks and eyed the swelling on Breeze’s chest with a strange look. “You’re not that little anymore. Among us angels, you’re the biggest.”

Angel Leng joined in with a mischievous smile. “That’s right, even I don’t match up to you.”

Breeze, looking adorably confused, protested, “But I’m not even two hundred yet, Sister Leng, you’re already—” She stopped herself as Angel Leng’s glare promised dire consequences.

When Breeze fell silent, Angel Leng withdrew her murderous gaze and patted Breeze’s head. “You’re the biggest, understand?”

“Mm, mm, mm.” Breeze nodded rapidly, looking even more endearing. The others watched, their eyes lighting up—such a cute Breeze, who knew which male god would be lucky enough to win her? Yunyang seemed a likely candidate.

After the playful teasing, Angel Qingxue stood up and addressed the others. “You all stay here. I’m going to check on Uncle Li; it’s been days since I visited.”

“Okay, okay, okay, okay!” the four angels chorused.

North Star, outer camp.

Old Li was studying a map in his tent when he heard someone calling his name. Reluctantly, he went out to look, only to find the person he least wanted to see.

“Qingxue, what brings you to see old Li today?” He greeted her with a warm smile.

“Well, Yunyang isn’t here, so of course I have to come visit you more often,” Qingxue replied sweetly.

As Qingxue settled in, Old Li poured her a glass of water and sat across from her, his expression turning grave.