Chapter 211

Huang: "?"

Raidian: "?"

Ascalon: "?"

Following Amiya's words, everyone present suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

Until Huang Da Mao Mao, with an incredulous look on his face, pointed at the Doctor.

Wait, wait a minute?

Little Rabbit, are you saying... the Doctor used to be my sworn brother, always with his arm around my shoulder, getting drunk and vomiting like a baby... is the sickly beauty standing in front of us now?

"Yes..." Amiya nodded, "The Doctor just changed her clothes..."

Is this just because she changed her clothes?!

This is incredible!

Bro, you smell so good... oh wait, wait!

After recovering from their initial shock, Huang and the others exchanged a glance, and then—

"Explosive Dawn!!!"

"Who starts by unleashing their ultimate skill right away?! And Explosive Dawn isn't even your skill! Blaze, calm down!"

"I don't care! Precise, give the Doctor back to me!!!"

"A farce."

Although Precise didn't understand why these little animals acted so energetically after seeing the Doctor's true appearance,

Although Precise hasn't let go of the Doctor's hand yet.

But they are just a bunch of small animals, nothing to worry about.

The Demon King Rabbit's authority was granted by Precise in her Worldline, so anything the Demon King Rabbit can do, Precise can naturally do as well.

If Precise wanted, she could simply wave her hand and either the shimmering figure shouting "Explosive Dawn" or the silent Raidian charging towards her would instantly vanish into thin air, leaving only a few pieces of clothing scattered on the ground.

However, the Black Crown on the Demon King Rabbit's head and its authority still made it difficult for Precise to take action.

So after weighing the options for a few seconds, just as Huang was about to strike her with his chainsaw...

Precise grabbed the Doctor's hand again, and then, along with the Doctor and the wheelchair, suddenly disappeared from the spot.

When Precise reappeared, she was back on the deck of Rhodes Island.

It's like a cat playing with a mouse; unless these little animals can fly, it will really take them some time to get here.

But--

"Hey, I've been waiting for you for ages."

As soon as Precise landed, before the Doctor had even settled into his wheelchair,

Several cannon barrels were shoved directly into Precise's face.

Wishdale had been waiting there for a long time. She gently patted the barrel of the Floating Cannons next to her, causing it to emit a dazzling red light at the muzzle.

"Laser Weapon—?"

Although Precise remained calm, he still frowned slightly at the weapons held by Wishdale.

Laser Weapon are not uncommon, but this energy fluctuation...

This doesn't make sense, does it?

Precise felt that Wishdale's shot could even cut the planet in two.

What kind of Laser Weapon do you have that can have such great energy and be so lightweight?

Is the Star Destroyer Cannon sentient?

Chapter 331 Giving this Primal Originium a single blow is too lenient; let's burn it as firewood.

Even if Precise could continue to teleport away with the Doctor like a cat playing with a mouse, playing a game of hide-and-seek.

But after sensing the energy fluctuations at the muzzle of the cannon in Wishdale, Precise decisively abandoned the idea.

Because this Wishdale is a reckless brute; he doesn't care about fancy tricks, one shot and you're dead.

And--

Precise looked up and gazed at the top of Wishdale's head.

Why are you wearing a Black Crown on your head too? Even though it's broken...

But isn't the Black Crown a unique item? The kind where there's only one in the world. How did it become a mass-produced product in your hands?

Fortunately, the Doctor, who had been being carried around like a chick, finally came to his senses.

Seemingly afraid that Precise might act irrationally, the Doctor quickly tugged at Precise's sleeve and whispered, "W, she is Divine Messenger, and the Lord God. Precise, please be rational!"

"I already told you, my name is Wishdale. If you call me 'W' again, I'll twist your head off and Doctor it as a football!"

Precise: "..."

Precise didn't care what Wishdale's real name was.

She only cared about the terms 'Divine Messenger' and 'gods'.

"So that rabbit from earlier was also a 'Divine Messenger'?" Precise said. "Even though the prophet has already paid the price, why did that Lord God still send a 'Divine Messenger' to stop her? Did he just want to snatch the prophet away from me?"

"Huh? A prophet? Oh, you mean the Doctor, right?"

Wishdale looked at him with a strange expression. "Who's taking it from you? You're making that Doctor sound like some hot commodity."

After saying that, Wishdale stretched out his hand again. "I came for that Originium. Hand over that Primal Originium, that Anana."

"Anana?"

Precise was slightly surprised; so far, Wishdale was the first person who hadn't come for the Doctor.

"But what do you need Anan for?"

"What business is it of yours what I do?"

Wishdale thought to herself, "She is the savior."

Without her saving the world, without her men rewinding time, you, Precise, would have died long ago. I'm the one who built your grave. Now I'm asking you for something, and you're asking me about it?

I should have dug up your grave and stolen your offerings back then.

"If you don't give it to me, I'll just steal it right now!"

Given her hot-tempered older sister Wishdale's behavior, the fact that she didn't directly attack but instead reached out to ask for it was already quite restrained and gentle.

Seeing that Precise was still dawdling there, Wishdale finally couldn't hold back any longer, reached out and slapped the barrel of the Floating Cannons next to her.

But Precise wasn't just stalling; the Primal Originium Anan was the cornerstone of the internalized universe, an indispensable part of the Primal Stone Project.

Even though she already knew from the Doctor about the future of the Originium Outbreak, she still hesitated to give it up like this.

The next second, there was a buzzing sound.

A blazing crimson beam of light roared out from the barrel of the Floating Cannons beside Wishdale.

The beam of light passed past Precise's ear, tearing a lot of her hair, then continued unabated, shooting straight into the sky and easily piercing through the false heavens.

Wishdale readjusted the cannon's muzzle, letting the crimson beam of light tear the entire sky apart as if slicing through butter.

The crimson beam of light only disappeared when Wishdale reached out and patted the cannon barrel again.

Even with such a high-power energy release, the cannon barrel showed no signs of overheating, deforming, or melting.

"Tsk tsk tsk, no wonder it's that bastard's little gadget, it's really cool."

She was initially amazed; Chen Ran hadn't tricked her, but had actually upgraded her weapon.

Then Wishdale turned to Precise and said, "Hurry up and give me the Originium, or next time I'll shove it into your—no, I mean I'll shove it into the Doctor's ass!"

The innocent Doctor who got caught in the crossfire. "?"

Precise: "..."

In fact, Wishdale's threat is no different from a child swearing in the street.

Since the Doctor has already paid the price to that god, Doctor will be fine until that god gets tired of her or until Doctor loses her value.

But considering the predetermined future, and the future that has been altered since the gods appeared in the world,

Precise thought for a moment, then sighed, stretched out his hand, and turned his palm upwards.

Then an Originium appeared in her hand.

"This is the Primal Originium, Anana." Precise didn't hesitate and pushed it directly to Wishdale: "Here you go."

"Hey~ You should have done this earlier, why did I have to threaten you with that Doctor guy?"

Wishdale reached out and grabbed the Primal Originium in his palm, then laughed, "You little rascal, didn't expect to see me again, did you?"

At this point, Wishdale paused for a moment.

Wait a minute, 'dog thing' is her pet name for Chen Ran, how could she call the Primal Originium Anana that?

So Wishdale thought about it and changed his name to, "Bastard Thing".

Now that we have obtained the Primal Originium, what should Wishdale do next?

Or should I turn the Black Crown on my head into a small knife and give this Primal Originium a thorough, authentic chill?

Or should I take it back and let her man keep it as a Pretty Glass Beads?

Neither.

Wishdale merely weighed the Primal Originium in his hand a few times, then glanced at the Rhodes Island operators who had rushed from the Abyss region to the deck.

Amidst the clamor of Elite Operator shouting, "Give the Doctor back!", "The Doctor belongs to me... no, to everyone!", and "Eh? What are you doing here, W?"—

Instead, Wishdale looked up at the sky.

Then it became clear that Wishdale's attack, which had pierced the sky with a single shot, was more like a signal to smash a cup.

The clouds were torn apart, and the sky suddenly darkened.

Then, two massive interstellar warships, obscuring the sky, broke through the atmosphere and landed on the planet.

"Didn't you just ask me what I would do with this Sima thing's Primal Originium?"

With his back to the two starships, and amidst the bewildered stares of the crowd, Wishdale chuckled and said, "Giving this bastard a single blow would be too lenient. In a normal Worldline, this bastard would be thrown into a furnace and burned as firewood. Wouldn't that be perfect? The two starships need energy, and the Primal Originium is essentially a perpetual motion machine. Tsk tsk, well—"

Chapter 332 Feathered Serpent God Horya, and the Ground Chicken Horya

The arrival of the Demon King Rabbit and Wishdale did not attract much attention.

At most, some innocent children might call out a few times, "Mommy! Mommy! Look, someone is flying over there!" That's all.

But as the Demon King Rabbit cleaved the heavens with a single sword strike and Wishdale shattered the Starship Pod with a single cannon shot,...

This commotion also attracted the attention of more and more Terra natives.

"What just happened? Was the sky cut open?"

"And what is that red light?"

"Look! Look! There's a huge hole in the sky!"

The Terra natives discussed amongst themselves, chattering away incessantly.

Until the two towering interstellar warships descended from outer space, breaking through the atmosphere, tearing through the clouds, and carrying wind pressure, they were clearly revealed to the eyes of these Terra natives.

The Terra natives' previous discussion suddenly fell silent, as if they had encountered something beyond common sense, causing their brains to crash and become unable to process the information.

In this civilizational dystopia, where the Technology Tree has gone astray and we've been deceived by a false heaven, even reaching the skies requires the "Dog Bowl Theory" theory of Terra.

These natives had absolutely no idea what a behemoth like a 'starship' was.

The unknown brings fear.

"What... what are those things?!"