Antimatter Legion Attacks Again? Loli Gojo Fires Off a “Blue”!

The shrill air-raid alarm was loud enough to tear the ceiling off.

Red strobe lights swept back and forth across the corridor's metal walls.

Arlan sat slumped on the floor.

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

Welt strode past Arlan toward the holographic floor-to-ceiling 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.

The universe outside had been a deep black.

Now a vast, dark-purple scar had been torn through it.

A wormhole more than ten kilometers across hung in the outer orbit of Herta Space Station.

Energy churned violently along 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.

Dense ranks of Antimatter Legion warships.

Like hornets swarming from a broken nest, they streamed endlessly out of the dark-purple vortex.

Dark-gold markings unique to the Path of Destruction gleamed across their black hulls.

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

At a glance, there were at least a hundred.

They had no formation, only a pure urge 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 back teeth.

The muscles along his jaw stood out sharply.

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

The calculations for the Pseudo Black Hole raced through his mind.

They yielded only 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 down with him.

The remaining fleet could blast this entire section into cosmic dust in a single volley.

"Uncle Welt..."

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

The bowstring bit into her fingers, leaving a deep red mark.

Her voice was thick with tears.

Himeko stepped forward and stood beside Welt.

The cold draft from a vent tossed her red hair into disarray.

She held her heavy Mechanical Saw.

Its blade began to buzz, and scorching exhaust burst from its vents, warping the air with heat.

She said nothing, but held her back straight.

The Astral Express Crew had never been in the habit of waiting to die.

A shrill scrape of metal being dragged came from behind them.

Screeech—

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

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

She gripped a baseball bat she had found in some storage locker.

The bat's metal tip trailed sparks across the alloy floor.

She reached the window, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath.

Sweat ran down her cheeks and splashed 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 that... a few too many enemies?"

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

Still, she gripped the bat with both hands and took up an awkward batting stance.

Su Chen stood a few steps away from them.

Right now, he looked like a little girl of seven or eight.

The collar of his high-necked uniform was too loose, letting the cold air pour 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 alarm, the roar of the Mechanical Saw, and the low-frequency rumble of the warships' engines outside.

All those sounds collided and pounded against his eardrums.

For someone with the Six Eyes Avatar, his senses were sharpened to a terrifying degree.

Noise at this level was like a heavy excavator digging through his skull.

Su Chen drew his thin white brows together.

His cheeks puffed out.

He bit down hard.

Crunch.

He crushed the strawberry-flavored lollipop in his mouth.

Hard candy crackled between his teeth.

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

"Too noisy."

The clear voice of a child carried irritation he made no effort to hide.

It sounded jarringly out of place in the tense corridor.

March 7th froze and turned toward him.

Before she could tell the little girl to get to safety—

Hum.

A faint, muffled sound passed through the air.

It was like a bubble bursting underwater.

Su Chen vanished from where he stood.

He made no motion to start moving and stirred not even a breath of air.

A tenth of a second later,

he appeared directly in the center of the floor-to-ceiling window,

between Xingbao and the thick bulletproof glass.

Welt's breath caught for half a beat.

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

There had been no fluctuation in spatial coordinates, no energy channel forming.

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

It was absolute control over space.

Su Chen ignored the way the Astral Express Crew stared at him like he was a monster.

All he wanted was to smash the noisy tin cans outside.

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

The dense fleet outside was reflected in his azure eyes beneath them.

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

Su Chen's voice turned cold.

Its sugary childishness was gone, replaced by a pressure that chilled them to the bone.

"You've ruined my mood for sweets."

He slowly raised his right arm.

The wide black sleeve slipped back, revealing a slender, pale wrist.

His arm looked thin enough to snap.

Then he extended one small finger.

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

An immense, suffocating power began to gather in the void.

It was neither quantum nor imaginary energy.

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

“Cursed Technique Lapse.”

Su Chen's lips barely moved.

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

At first, it was no bigger than a soybean.

But its brilliance was blinding.

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

in that instant, the blue sphere seemed to swallow them all.

It was blue in its purest form.

The space around the sphere began to warp violently.

Seen past its edge, the universe outside looked like plastic scorched by intense heat, distorted beyond recognition.

Welt felt his body tipping forward.

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

He wasn't trying to move.

The gravity field throughout the corridor had gone haywire.

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

"Blue."

The little girl spoke the final syllable coldly.

The blue sphere at his fingertip suddenly expanded to the size of a basketball.

There was no deafening explosion.

Only a silence that made their hearts shudder.

The blue sphere passed effortlessly through the station's outermost layer of specialized bulletproof glass.

Not a single crack appeared.

It was as though the energy existed in another dimension.

The instant the sphere entered Outer Space,

the universe outside changed.

The blue sphere swelled into a terrifying gravitational field over 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 space.

But everyone could see the world-ending spectacle clearly.

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

Their thick, dark-gold armor was as flimsy as wastepaper before that gravity.

Their hulls twisted, snapped, and caved inward.

The glow charging in their main cannons was snuffed out.

The Antibaryons inside had no chance to scream before they were crushed into pulp.

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

One ship.

Ten ships.

Fifty ships.

A silent slaughter unfolded in space.

A third of the fleet vanished like dust sucked into a vacuum cleaner.

The warships were torn apart and kneaded together,

then compressed into a high-density ball of metal no bigger than a billiard ball.

Xingbao's baseball bat clanged to the floor.

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

Her mouth hung open wide enough to fit an apple.

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

The fleet that had threatened their lives moments ago had just lost nearly half its ships.

Was that it?

She didn't even get a chance to swing her bat?

Cold sweat ran down Welt's forehead, past his chin, and onto his collar.

His hand froze halfway to his glasses.

This wasn't a battle.

It was someone taking a higher-dimensional eraser to the stains on a drawing.

The Imaginary Divine Court's Seventh Seat.

A monster who could conjure miniature black holes with a flick of his hand was only ranked seventh?

The blue gravitational field slowly faded.

Gravity outside the space station gradually returned to normal.

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

Their tight formation fell apart, and several cruisers even began to back away.

Just as everyone thought the crisis was over...

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

The edges of the Wormhole were wrenched outward by a pair of invisible giant hands.

A streak of blinding purple light burst from the depths.

It was an Antimatter Legion Commander of absurd size.

Its body rivaled the Doomsday Beast's.

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

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

Its six thick lower limbs slammed down on empty space.

The immense force kicked up a ring of white sonic-boom clouds.

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 pulverized.

Ignoring the fleeing warships, it fixed its ash-gray compound eyes on the white-haired little girl before the floor-to-ceiling window.

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

It drew closer and closer.

The violent air pressure around it made even 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, tossing 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 his azure eyes.

Instead, they blazed with the excitement of someone who had found a new toy.

"Ha..."

A soft laugh escaped Su Chen's lips.

He grinned, revealing two rows of small white teeth.

His grin kept widening, openly, unmistakably unhinged.

He lowered the index finger of his right hand.

His left hand slowly rose.

Once more, he raised one slender little finger with deliberate ease.