Douluo Star moved.
This was probably the craziest day this planet had experienced since its birth. It was not the slow drift of tectonic plates, but more like a soccer ball that had been kicked—suddenly shooting forward.
Even with Red Queen's gravitational dampeners holding it down, the people on the ground still felt weightless beneath their feet, as if they were riding an out-of-control drop tower. The noble lords who had just been hauling bricks through the ruins of the imperial palace were all sprawled on the ground with their asses in the air, faces pressed against the cold steel plating, vomiting their guts out.
"Bleurgh... Is this... what wandering feels like?"
A marquis as round as a ball clung desperately to a steel pillar, tears and snot streaming down his face. "I want to go home! I don't want to wander anymore! I want to go back to my estate!"
"Shut up!" The overseer lashed him with a whip. "Your estate was shaken into rubble during that acceleration just now! Get back to work, or I'll toss you into the reactor as fuel!"
At the top of Nuoding City's command tower.
The bubbles in Qin Feng's can of cola surged wildly upward from inertia. He watched the starry sky rapidly receding beyond the window, the smile at the corner of his lips growing wider.
"That kick's got some real force behind it."
He turned toward the screen. Though the enormous abyssal rift had been flung behind them, the abyssal creatures pouring out of it like locusts clung stubbornly to Douluo Star's atmospheric shield like disgusting chunks of chewing gum.
"Boss, I think we've stirred up a hornet's nest."
Grey Wolf tightened his hard hat, one paw holding his glasses while the other flew across the keyboard. "That old bastard