Black Water City was still in an uproar. Even the air raid sirens had begun to sound.
One floating airship after another cruised through the forest of steel like crocodiles weaving through aquatic plants in a river. Their searchlights swept the ground, casting pillars of light as they searched for their targets.
Zhong Yu, the culprit, had already abandoned his previous body and slipped into the sewers. The silver liquid nanomachines squirmed rapidly through the dark pipes. The body's original owner had been tortured into a vegetable and lay silently in some alleyway. Black Water City had captured that body, but Zhong Yu, the true culprit, had already escaped.
In tonight's battle, he had nearly destroyed a third of the floating airships at the airport. Though those airships belonged only to minor nobles and were not the main force of Black Water City's Group Army, it was still enough to give the city a headache.
Later, although the sabotage had been jointly stopped by the Duke of Black Water and the Fate Weaver, Zhong Yu guessed that those priests who had undergone "divine descent" probably would not survive. Priests standing five foot seven suddenly becoming twelve-foot giants was more like some bizarre method of forcing out their potential than a gift from any god. Overall, Zhong Yu was quite satisfied with this "masterpiece" of his and eagerly anticipated the Light of the White Race revealing an expression of shock, admiration, and submission. He infiltrated a household and seized the body of another young man.
Zhong Yu impatiently logged into the Superconducting World and sent the Light of the White Race a new private message. "Did you see the news? The Black Water City airport was my masterpiece. Hee hee." He waited for Qing Chen's flattery.
Zhong Yu needed validation, a