The Antimatter Legion Strikes Again? Gojo Loli Fires Off a Blue!

The shrill air-raid siren threatened to blow the ceiling off.

Red strobe lights swept wildly across the corridor's metal walls.

Arlan sat slumped on the floor.

The communicator in his hand, its screen half shattered, hissed with static.

Welt strode past Arlan toward the floor-to-ceiling holographic window at the end of the corridor.

His black leather shoes thudded against the alloy floor.

He raised his cane and struck the wall-mounted control panel hard.

The heavy armored shutters slid apart.

Outside, space had been a deep, endless black.

Now a vast, dark-purple gash tore through it.

A Wormhole over ten kilometers across hung in orbit beyond Herta Space Station.

Energy churned violently around its edges, twisting the surrounding starlight into knots.

The Wormhole itself wasn't what made the sight so hopeless.

It was what poured out of it.

Warships.

Antimatter Legion Warships, packed so densely they seemed endless.

They streamed from the dark-purple vortex like hornets from a broken nest.

Dark-gold markings of the Path of Destruction glimmered across their black hulls.

Some resembled enormous metal rays; others looked like crosses bristling with spikes.

Even at a glance, there were at least a hundred.

They had no formation, only a hunger to destroy.

Their main cannons were already glowing with blinding charge.

Their target was Herta Space Station, stripped of its outer defenses.

Welt clenched his jaw.

The muscles stood out along both sides of his face.

His fingers had gone deathly pale around his black cane, and cold sweat slicked his palm.

Calculations for the Pseudo Black Hole raced through his mind.

They all led to one conclusion: there was no way out.

Even if he gave his life and unleashed the Star of Eden at full power, he could take only a dozen or so warships with him.

The rest of the fleet could turn this section of the station to cosmic dust with a single volley.

"Mr. Yang..."

March 7th's hand shook around her Composite Bow.

The bowstring dug a deep red line into her fingers.

Her voice trembled with tears.

Himeko stepped forward to stand beside Welt.

The cold air from the vent tossed her red hair into disarray.

She held her heavy Mechanical Saw.

Its blade began to buzz, and superheated exhaust blasted from its vents, warping the air.

She said nothing, but stood straight-backed.

The Astral Express Crew did not wait quietly for death.

A harsh scrape of metal dragging over metal came from behind them.

Screeech—

Xingbao came running from the medical room, shuffling in slippers a size too big.

She hadn't even put her coat on properly, and medical tape still clung to her shoulder.

She gripped a baseball bat she had apparently dug out of some storage locker.

Its metal tip trailed sparks across the alloy floor.

She reached the window, her chest heaving as she gulped for air.

Sweat ran down her cheeks and spattered onto the floor.

Xingbao looked at the fleet outside, then at the baseball bat in her hands.

It didn't even have an energy slot.

"Isn't this... a few too many enemies?"

She swallowed against her dry throat. Her palms were slick.

Still, she gripped the bat with both hands and settled into an awkward batting stance.

Su Chen stood a few steps away from them.

He was currently a little girl of seven or eight.

The collar of his high-necked uniform was too loose, letting cold air blow down his neck.

But he had no time to worry about the cold. All he could think about was the noise.

It was too loud.

The siren, the roar of the Mechanical Saw, and the low-frequency rumble of the warships' engines outside.

All that noise crashed together against his eardrums.

For someone wearing the Six Eyes Avatar, his senses had been sharpened to a terrifying degree.

Noise at this level felt like a heavy excavator working inside his skull.

Su Chen drew his thin white brows together.

His cheeks puffed out.

He bit down hard.

Crunch.

The strawberry lollipop shattered between his teeth.

Candy fragments ground together with a crisp crackle.

He spat out the white plastic stick. It bounced twice on the floor.

"Too loud."

His clear, childish voice carried undisguised irritation.

It sounded strangely out of place in the tense corridor.

March 7th froze, then turned toward him.

Before she could tell the little girl to hide—

Hum.

A faint, muffled sound passed through the air.

It was like a bubble bursting underwater.

Su Chen vanished.

He made no move to start running and stirred not a breath of wind.

A tenth of a second later, he appeared directly in the center of the floor-to-ceiling holographic window.

He stood between Xingbao and the thick bulletproof glass.

Welt's breath caught.

He stared at the white-haired little girl's back.

There had been no shift in spatial coordinates, no energy channel opening.

This wasn't teleportation. It was as though she had simply erased the distance between two points.

It was absolute control over space.

Su Chen ignored the Astral Express Crew staring at him as though he were a monster.

Right now, he only wanted to smash every noisy tin can outside.

He raised a small hand and pushed up the little round sunglasses slipping down his nose.

The dense fleet outside reflected in the azure eyes behind the lenses.

"Making this much noise in the middle of the night."

Su Chen's voice turned cold.

Its childish sweetness was gone, replaced by a pressure that chilled the bone.

"You've ruined my mood for sweets."

He slowly raised his right arm.

The wide black sleeve slipped back, revealing a slender, fair-skinned wrist.

His arm looked thin enough to snap in two.

Then he extended one small finger.

His index finger pointed straight at the fleet beyond the glass.

In the empty air, an immense, suffocating power began to gather.

It was neither quantum nor imaginary energy.

It was a strange force that twisted the laws of physics.

"Cursed Technique Lapse."

Su Chen's lips barely moved.

A speck of blue light appeared at the tip of his index finger.

At first, it was no bigger than a soybean.

But it blazed brightly enough to hurt the eyes.

The corridor's red strobes, the white emergency lights, even the charging glow of the warships' main cannons—

At that moment, all of it seemed to be drawn into the blue orb.

Its azure was absolute.

Space around the orb began to warp violently.

Seen past its edge, the universe outside looked like plastic buckling under intense heat.

Welt felt his body pitch forward.

His leather shoes slid half an inch across the alloy floor.

He hadn't meant to move.

The entire corridor's gravitational field had gone haywire.

Air, dust, even light rushed toward that slender finger.

"Blue."

The little girl spoke the final word coldly.

The blue orb at his fingertip swelled outward, instantly growing to the size of a basketball.

There was no deafening explosion.

Only a silence that made everyone's skin crawl.

The blue orb passed effortlessly through the station's outermost layer of reinforced bulletproof glass.

Not a single crack appeared in the pane.

It was as though the energy existed in another dimension.

The instant the orb entered Outer Space—

The universe outside changed.

The blue sphere expanded into a terrifying gravitational field more than a kilometer across.

It was as if a black hole had been carved out of empty space.

Crack, crack, crack—

No sound could pass through the glass from the vacuum of space.

But everyone could see the devastation clearly.

The dozen or so Antimatter Legion Warships at the front had no time to react.

Their thick, dark-gold armor crumpled like scrap paper under the pull of gravity.

Their hulls twisted, snapped, and caved inward.

The charge in their main cannons was snuffed out.

The Antibaryons aboard were crushed to pulp before they could even scream.

Hundreds of thousands of tons of metal wreckage spiraled toward that blue point.

One ship.

Ten.

Fifty.

A silent slaughter unfolded in space.

A third of the fleet vanished like dust swept up by a vacuum cleaner.

The warships were torn apart and crushed together.

At last, they were compressed into a dense metal sphere no bigger than a billiard ball.

Xingbao's baseball bat fell to the floor with a clang.

It struck the top of her foot, but she forgot to cry out.

Her mouth hung wide enough to fit an apple.

She stared at the vast, empty stretch of space outside.

A moment ago, that fleet had looked deadly. Now nearly half of it was gone.

Was that it?

They hadn't even given her a chance to swing her bat?

Cold sweat ran down Welt's forehead and dripped from his chin onto his collar.

His hand froze halfway to his glasses.

This wasn't a battle.

It was like using a higher-dimensional eraser to scrub stains off a drawing.

The Imaginary Divine Court. The Seventh Seat.

A monster who could conjure a small black hole at will was only seventh?

The blue gravitational field slowly dissipated.

Gravity outside the space station gradually returned to normal.

The remaining Antimatter Legion Warships seemed stunned by the sudden turn of events.

Their tight formation fell apart. A few cruisers even began backing away.

Just when everyone thought the crisis was over...

A violent surge of energy came from deep within the enormous dark-purple Wormhole.

The Wormhole's edges were wrenched outward by a pair of invisible hands.

A blinding streak of purple light burst from the abyss.

It was an Antimatter Legion Commander of staggering size.

Its body rivaled that of the Doomsday Beast from earlier.

Heavy dark-gold exoskeleton covered its body, and violent antimatter energy poured from its joints.

The monster had somehow torn itself free of the lingering gravitational pull.

Its six thick lower limbs stamped hard against the void.

The force of the impact kicked up a ring of white vapor.

The monster opened its fang-filled maw and roared soundlessly at the space station.

A visible shock wave rippled outward in a ring.

Metal wreckage in its path was shaken to dust.

It ignored the fleeing warships. Its ash-gray compound eyes fixed on the white-haired little girl before the floor-to-ceiling window.

Driven by a frenzy to destroy everything, its massive body hurtled straight toward the space station like a cannonball.

It drew closer and closer.

The pressure wave ahead of the monster made the bulletproof glass creak under the strain.

Xingbao instinctively bent to pick up the baseball bat on the floor.

Welt raised the Star of Eden again.

Su Chen did not retreat.

He tipped his head back and watched the monster grow larger.

Wind slipped through the gaps around the glass, whipping the white hair across his forehead.

The little girl slowly tilted his head.

His sunglasses slid down to the tip of his nose.

There was not a trace of fear in those pale-blue eyes.

Instead, they lit up with the feverish excitement of someone who had found a new toy.

"Ha..."

A soft laugh escaped Su Chen's lips.

He grinned, showing two rows of small white teeth.

His grin kept widening, his unhinged delight plain to see.

He lowered the index finger of his right hand.

His left hand rose slowly.

Then, with deliberate ease, he raised one slender little finger again.