My Name Is Golden Horn

Big Black and Second Black led the way in front, with Golden Horn following behind.

"What should we call you, My Lord?" Big Black asked, mustering up his courage.

Zhang Yang was silent for a moment.

Memories of his past life flashed by: the bustle on the airplane, that confession message sent out, and the final crash.

It was all in the past now.

He was now a Golden Horned Beast, possessing the peak bloodline among Star Beasts, feeding on metal, capable of reaching the World Lord level upon adulthood, and destined to be an existence that ran rampant through the universe.

Zhang Yang thought for a moment and said softly, "Golden Horn."

The two Wolf Demons respectfully addressed him, "Yes, Lord Golden Horn."

Before dawn, at the darkest moment.

Golden Horn grabbed Big Black and Second Black, skimming close to the wall toward the spaceship.

The morning mist had not yet dispersed, the camp was empty, the spaceship hatch was wide open, and the portholes emitted a dim yellow light.

There were five guards; two were dozing near the hatch, and three were patrolling inside the spaceship.

Golden Horn took a deep breath.

Then he moved.

A black flash streaked across the camp, landing outside the hatch within two breaths. Before the guards could react, they were batted away, embedded into the rocks.

Golden Horn charged into the spaceship.

Inside the spaceship control room, Steel Fang was flipping through the mining reports. He was at Stellar level, third order, considered a middle-level boss in the Sirius clan, and discovering this mining star this time was his chance to climb higher.

"Wail, wail, wail," a piercing alarm blared.

Steel Fang jerked his head up; on the surveillance screen, a giant black beast was rampaging through the corridor.

"Where did a strange Demon Race member come from?" Steel Fang grabbed his battle axe and strode out with several subordinates behind him.

At the corridor corner, two figures collided head-on.

Golden Horn did not give him a chance to speak.

After dropping Big Black and Second Black, the black scales on his body flickered with golden light, his flesh expanded a circle, and the golden horn on his forehead shone blindingly.

He lowered his head, his single horn pointing forward, and charged like a cannonball.

Steel Fang grinned savagely, "Court death!"

His body suddenly expanded, his sharp teeth exposed, and he raised his battle axe and brought it down.

Boom!

A loud noise exploded, and the lights in the corridor flickered.

Steel Fang's arms went numb, the battle axe slipped from his grip, and his whole body flew backward as if struck by a shooting star, crashing into the wall with a bang, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, his eyes full of disbelief.

"How is that possible?!"

Golden Horn was also somewhat surprised; a Stellar level, third order, was this fragile? He had only used seventy percent of his strength.

But before he had time to relax, a deafening wolf howl exploded.

"Awoo~"

Steel Fang's eyes turned blood red, his body expanded once more, tearing his combat uniform, his hair standing on end, and his muscles knotted. A tyrannical aura rose up.

Berserk, the Sirius clan's bloodline talent, burning sanity in exchange for power.

Golden Horn narrowed his eyes, advancing instead of retreating.

The muscles beneath his scales churned frantically. The body-refining secret technique was pushed to the limit, the energy within his body flooding into every muscle and bone like a torrential flood, and the golden light membrane condensed into substance. His strength surged by more than double, approaching Stellar level ninth order.

"Come!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Pure physical collision.

There was no technique, only the bombardment of strength.

The corridor lighting shattered, and the metal wall panels were covered with claw marks and fist prints.

On the third round, Golden Horn suddenly exerted force, his single horn slamming fiercely into Steel Fang's chest.

Crack, his ribs snapped, and the single horn pierced into his heart.

Steel Fang flew backward again, deeply embedded in the wall, his limbs hanging limp, making no further movement.

The corridor fell silent.

The remaining trusted Demon Race subordinates stood frozen in place, their pupils filled with fear.

"Run!"

Golden Horn's figure flashed, one claw for each, and within a few breaths, he knocked them all down.

He opened his mouth, and his Devouring Talent activated, swallowing the corpses. The energy entered his body and a warm sensation spread. It was not as potent as the improvement from minerals, but better than nothing.

The Devouring Talent of the Golden Horned Beast targeted metallic minerals primarily. The energy conversion rate of flesh-and-blood life-forms was very low; unless the opponent's genetic tier was extremely high, it could only supplement a small amount of energy.

Golden Horn discovered a grayish-black ring on Steel Fang's claw. With his spiritual force probing inside, the spatial ring held a mountain of high-quality ores.

Golden Horn felt a secret joy in his heart, saving him the trouble of digging himself.

Beside him, Big Black and Second Black were already so scared that their legs had gone soft.

They had witnessed the battle from start to finish. In their minds, the invincible Lord Steel Fang had been swatted into the wall like a fly by this giant beast. What made their blood run even colder was that Golden Horn had devoured all the corpses.

Yet they dared not run.

Golden Horn grabbed Big Black and Second Black one in each hand once more and asked, "Where is the spaceship control room?"

"Forward and turn left, which is where Lord Steel Fang just came out from."

Golden Horn brought the two demons and quickly reached the control room.

Seeing the dense array of buttons before him, Golden Horn looked at Big Black in confusion.

Big Black hurriedly stepped forward and activated the system. The system interface lit up, and the image of a small wolf appeared:

Rocksplitter has started, Master, please give your orders.

Golden Horn thought for a moment. "Turn on the star map first. I want to see what planets are nearby."

"Understood, the star map is now on."

Golden Horn took a look and issued a direct order. "Take off. Head to Gray Rock Star first, stay for a day, and then move on to Myriad Monster Star."

Big Black was stunned for a moment. "My Lord, isn't this taking a detour?"

"Safety first."

The spaceship gave a slight tremor and began to ascend.

Through the porthole, Golden Horn watched that reddish-brown planet rapidly shrink.

He had eaten dirt there for five years, cultivating from the first order of the Planetary level to the ninth order of the Planetary level, and then breaking through to the Stellar level.

Now, he was finally leaving.

Turning to look at Big Black and Second Black, Golden Horn said, "Take advantage of this time to tell me more about the situation of the Demon Race."

"Yes, My Lord."

Meanwhile.

A pitch-black warship hovered in the outer orbit of Sirius.

A gigantic silvery-white Sirius lay on a high platform, a ferocious scar running across his forehead.

He opened his eyes and tapped his claw in the void.

The final footage transmitted back before Steel Fang's death appeared: a black giant beast with a single golden horn covered in scales.

"Which tribe is this?"

He narrowed his eyes and shook his head.

"I can't tell, but whoever dares to touch the Sirius clan's spaceship must be prepared to die."

"Pass down the order, the entire Third Guard Team is to dispatch. I want him alive."

"Yes, My Lord." The attendant beside him quickly left to relay the command.

Soon, the engines of a small spaceship nearby roared to life, and one Universe level, twelve Stellar level, and three hundred Planetary level members of the guard team departed in an emergency.

Yet Golden Horn knew nothing of this.

The Rocksplitter sailed through the boundless universe for three days.

Golden Horn coiled in the corner of the control room, closing his eyes to regulate his breath. Over these past three days, he had devoured a large quantity of ores from the spatial ring, completely stabilizing his newly broken-through Stellar level cultivation and even improving it further.

He had also practiced that body-refining secret technique over and over again. Big Black and Second Black shrank to the other side, not daring to let out a loud breath, and even moved with light steps, terrified of disturbing this fierce star.

"Beep, beep, beep,"

A piercing alarm suddenly sounded, and red warning lights flashed frantically inside the control room.

Golden Horn snapped his eyes open, his vertical pupils contracting into fine slits.

"What's going on?"

He flipped over and leaped up, rushing to the main console in a few strides. On the light screen, a red dot was blinking at the edge of the radar, approaching from behind at extreme speed. The distance between them was constantly shrinking, and at this speed, they would catch up in less than half an hour.

An unknown spaceship is detected approaching from behind. Estimated to enter weapon range in twenty-eight minutes.

The Rocksplitter's smart system voice was calm, without a shred of emotional fluctuation.

Golden Horn's heart sank.

In the boundless universe with vast star domains, he had intentionally taken a detour and changed his destination. How could pursuers arrive so quickly?

His gaze slowly turned toward the two wolf demons in the corner, a trace of cold light flashing in the depths of his eyes.

The faces of Big Black and Second Black turned instantly pale. Big Black dropped to his knees with a thud, his voice completely distorted, "My Lord, it's not us! We've stayed on the spaceship the whole time and have never contacted the outside world! It really isn't us!"

Second Black nodded frantically as well, his lips trembling. "M-My Lord, it must be the spaceship! The spaceship has its own positioning system! The Sirius clan's large spaceships are all installed with positioning beacons to facilitate internal dispatching within the clan. Although Lord Steel Fang's Rocksplitter isn't a military warship, the basic positioning should still be there! Sirius can detect the spaceship's position in real time, and they must have chased us by following the positioning!"

Golden Horn stared at them for two seconds, and seeing that their gazes, though fearful, did not dodge, he finally withdrew his pressure.

They probably were not lying to him; ever since being captured, these two wolf demons had been right under his nose and truly had no chance to tip off anyone.

"Rocksplitter, does the starship have a positioning system?" Golden Horn asked in a deep voice.

"Yes. The beacon is a factory standard feature and cannot be remotely shut down; it requires manual disassembly."

Golden Horn's eye twitched.

"Damn it!"

He could not help but blurt out a curse. His inherited memories certainly hadn't told him the Sirius clan's starships had this crappy function. Now the pursuers were already biting at their heels, and taking apart the beacon was simply too late.

"Rocksplitter, what weapon systems are there?"

"The starship is equipped with two basic laser cannons with an effective range of three thousand kilometers. The current target is out of range, and the friend-or-foe identification system judges the other party to be a friendly unit, making active attack impossible."

"A friendly unit?" Golden Horn's voice rose by half an octave.

"The enemy starship has transmitted the Sirius clan identity code, confirming them as fellow clansmen."

Golden Horn took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

The weapons could not be used, the positioning could not be removed, and he could not outrun them; this was forcing him to leave the cabin and fight desperately hand-to-hand.

Golden Horn was silent for two seconds, then turned around and, with a claw for each, knocked Big Black and Second Black unconscious. The two wolf demons hadn't even had time to react before they slumped limply to the ground.

"Just in case." Golden Horn muttered a sentence, using his tail to push them into the adjacent storage room and locking it from the outside. Regardless of whether these two wolf demons harbored treacherous intentions, he would lock them up first; if not for wanting to spare their lives to tell him about Demon Race common sense, he would have killed them long ago.

Having finished all this, Golden Horn walked to the cabin door and took a deep breath.

Since he could not run, then he would fight!

He opened the cabin door, his figure flashing as he rushed out.