Oh No, No Wonder He Looked Familiar

"This gun..."

The sound of 02 abruptly stopped.

His pupils contracted sharply as he stared at the Spear that was still trembling slightly.

He froze on the spot.

He had seen this thing before; the gun was called "Dark Night."

It was that person's personal weapon.

"Damn it, Si Lin. What bad luck today, running into this guy!"

02 suddenly turned his head to look at 01.

The other person remained calm and composed, gazing up at the approaching points of light in the sky with an almost leisurely air.

02's heart sank to the bottom.

01. I know.

This guy knew who was coming from the very beginning.

He knew Si Lin would come.

"01, are you fucking insane?! You know who's coming, why aren't you running? You're actually letting us hold the event as scheduled, do you want us to die even faster?"

02 was terrified of Si Lin.

He gets PTSD whenever he looks at anything related to that person.

Back when 01 hadn't yet become 01, he and Si Lin were facing off across the distance. At that time, he was full of vigor and arrogance, believing himself to be the most outstanding tactical genius in the Evil God Order for nearly a thousand years.

What's so special about a mere Federation Major General?

Watch as he utterly thrashed his opponent.

Then he really got beaten to a pulp.

His fleet was surrounded, his base was destroyed, and he only survived by feigning death in the ruins.

It was that crushing defeat that gave 01 the opportunity to rise to power.

In the sky, Federation warships formed a tight three-layered encirclement, completely surrounding the desolate little planet.

The gun barrels under the ship's hull were all pointed at the ground.

On the very first warship.

A person was standing on the hull of the warship, at the very front of the spaceship.

Si Lin raised his hand and clenched his fist in the air.

The jet -Pitch-Black Spear on the ground suddenly rose up, transforming into a streak of dark Flowing Light, and flew back into his palm.

The moment the gun touched his hand, a dark current of air cheered and wrapped around his arm.

"We meet again."

Si Lin looked down at 01 on the Altar, his dark eyes reflecting the starlight and ship fire.

This was 01's first real meeting with Si Lin.

This was also the first time Si Lin had shown his true face to the public.

His gaze swept across the entire Altar, past the prostrate black-robed believers, and over 02 on the Officiant's Platform, whose expression suddenly changed...

Ultimately, the choice was made with one person.

The figure shrouded in a dark cloak stood on the stone platform in the very center of the Altar; she was slender.

He looked somewhat unsteady at that moment.

Si Lin must have been terrified by these lunatics!

Damn it!

If he doesn't wipe out this bunch of lunatics today, he'll obediently go back to being that damn young Clan Leader!

For Si Lin, these words were comparable to the most poisonous oath in the world.

You're too late. The ceremony is already complete.

01's premonitions have never been wrong.

This premonition was an almost divine revelation-like intuition.

He was able to climb from a mountain of corpses to position 01.

He has narrowly escaped death countless times.

It's all thanks to this inexplicable premonition.

This time, however, his premonition was stronger than ever before.

God will surely come, He definitely will.

"Hmph, is that so?"

Si Lin stood atop the warship, his dark eyes coldly surveying the scene below, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

He gently turned the Dark Night Spear in his hand, so that the Spear Tip pointed downwards.

"Do you want to count how much time has passed?"

Si Lin was all too familiar with this kind of Evil God sacrifice ritual.

If those Evil Gods were willing to respond, the fluctuations in their Divine Power would be so great that even the detectors on warships could detect them.

The weather is calm now, there isn't even a cloud overhead, and the Stone Pillars don't react at all.

So what if it failed again?

01. Turning her head to look at the Altar.

There was no sign of any miracle, not even the slightest response.

A silence just like the previous twenty-eight times.

Has this failed again?

01 He lowered his eyes, but strangely, another voice rang out more firmly in his heart.

No, that's not right.

He was absolutely certain that he would succeed this time.

Wuma Xiu raised his hand and removed the hood from his head.

He was completely oblivious to the Fanatic eyeing him menacingly beneath the Altar, the Federation warships standing ready overhead, and the tense standoff between 01 and Si Lin.

He simply raised his arms and lazily stretched, seemingly oblivious to everyone around him.

Boring, so incredibly boring.

Who wants to see this stuff?

On the warship, Si Lin held the Spear Dark Night in his hand.

The dark aura emanating from the gun gently coiled around his arm.

However, just as Wuma Xiu's hood fell down...

The Dark Night suddenly jolted, as if sensing something.

Si Lin looked down and saw that his fingers were being pried off the gun one by one by an irresistible force.

At the same time.

The entire Spear began to tremble violently, emitting a continuous, rapid buzzing sound.

This Spear is said to have been passed down within the clan from an extremely ancient era, so ancient that even the clan's oldest elder could not say exactly how many generations it had been passed down through.

It has been lying quietly in the deepest part of the ancestral hall.

Until the moment he was born, Spear pierced through the air.

It was planted right next to his cradle, perfectly positioned, without harming him in the slightest.

This extraordinary event spread throughout the entire clan that very day.

Therefore, he was appointed as the junior Clan Leader.

At that time, he hadn't even opened his eyes yet.

Si Lin politely declined the offer.

He hated being pressured by the title "Young Clan Leader" since he was a child, and finally, one year, he ran away from the clan carrying the Dark Night.

He joined the Federation army while concealing his identity.

I originally just wanted to be a lowly soldier and get by.

As a result of a series of unexpected events, he rose through the ranks and eventually reached his current position Major General.

And Dark Night always stayed by his side.

She has only ever listened to him since she was a child, and has never made a mistake.

He never imagined that one day the gun would escape his grasp.

"Dark Night, listen to me!"

Si Lin gripped the gun barrel tightly, trying to communicate with it through his mind.

However, Dark Night completely ignored his orders.

The trembling became faster and faster, and the buzzing sound became increasingly shrill.

It was as if some long-suppressed desire had finally found an outlet.

Then, it jolted violently.

An irresistible force erupted from the gun.

Completely breaking free from Si Lin's grasp, it transformed into a streak of dark Flowing Light and shot towards the center of the Altar.

Wuma Xiu lowered his arms after stretching.

Suddenly I felt a weight on my hand.

He looked down and saw a long, jet -Pitch-Black Spear lying steadily in his palm.

The dark red glow on the Spear Tip flickered uncertainly.

The gun was still trembling slightly.

A tremor, almost a mixture of excitement and grievance, emanated from the Spear, like a long-lost puppy finally finding its owner, eager to wag its tail like a propeller.

Wuma Xiu looked at the gun, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar it seemed.

The shape, the feel, that familiar pressure as it rubbed against his palm...

"Dark Night?"

He called out tentatively.

The Spear jerked violently and then began to shake up and down vigorously.

The dark aura swirling around the gun was now dancing and cheering, a far cry from the calm and aloof demeanor it had displayed in Si Lin's hands.

The entire gun bounced around as excitedly as a puppy whose name had been called.

Wuma Xiu looked up at Si Lin again.

Oh no, no wonder that face looked so familiar.