Free Web NovelChapter 243: Chapter 205: Your Delivery, Please Sign (Part 2)
Its total volume hadn’t changed, but its shape had!
Outside.
Just 0.01 seconds before Sun Changhe’s finger could press the detonation button.
The Judge missile, shining blindingly bright on the radar screen.
Vanished into thin air.
No explosion.
No flash of fire.
Even the deafening sonic boom came to an abrupt halt.
It was as if someone had taken an eraser to a drawing, gently wiping away all trace of its existence.
The wind still blew.
Han Feng, riding his Fusion Beast, remained suspended in midair.
But before him, there was nothing.
???
Inside the main control room, a deathly silence fell.
Sun Changhe’s finger was frozen in midair, less than a centimeter from the red button.
He blinked, then blinked again.
Then he lunged at the large screen, his face practically pressed against it, his eyes looking like they were about to pop out.
"The... the missile?! Where is it?!"
"Where’s my huge-ass missile?!"
Mo Sen was also staring blankly. He frantically slapped the console, pulling up all kinds of radar data.
"Signal lost... heat source vanished... Spiritual Power reading zero..."
"This is impossible! This is the real world, not some magic trick!"
Mo Sen grabbed his hair, his whole body trembling. "Even a master of the Space Element would need at least Tier Five abilities to instantly teleport an object of this mass and velocity!"
"Could it be that this kid really has a Tier Five Great Power backing him?!"
...
High in the sky.
Han Feng wasn’t feeling much better than the two old bastards below.
He was panting heavily, as if he’d just been fished out of water. His back was drenched in a cold sweat.
That was too close.
It was really just a hair’s breadth away.
If the System Space hadn’t been able to change shape, or if its storage speed had been just a tiny bit slower, he’d be nothing but ash right now.
’So close... Thank god this system is user-friendly and didn’t hit me with some annoying restriction like ’Shape Mismatch, Cannot Store.’’
Han Feng wiped the cold sweat from his face, and his Divine Sense immediately plunged into his System Space.
Inside the long, narrow space, the menacing Judge missile was hovering quietly.
Like an insect sealed in amber.
Without the external guidance signal, and with the System Space isolating it from all external laws, it was now just a piece of scrap metal. Even its tail flame had gone out.
’They gave me such a generous gift. Wouldn’t it be rude of me not to return the favor?’
Han Feng sneered, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.
’Since you’ve entered my territory, you’ll be taking my name!’
A torrent of Sword Essence followed his Divine Sense, flooding into the System Space and completely enveloping the missile like liquid silver.
Refine!
Since this thing was an inanimate object, in the System’s logic, it was an ownerless "Magical Artifact."
He couldn’t wield it with the same precision as a Flying Sword, but it was no problem to wipe its internal control chip and just crudely hurl it like a rock.
The Spiritual Energy Ability Chip inside the missile tried to resist, emitting waves of obscure fluctuations.
But after just three seconds.
With a soft SNAP.
The control chip, which represented Star Sea Technology’s highest authority, was burned to slag.
Han Feng felt the faint sense of resistance from the missile disappear.
Although he couldn’t reprogram its complex guidance system, he could now control *when* and *where* it would detonate.
That was enough.
Han Feng let out a long breath and stood up straight again.
He looked down at the underground base still encased in its hard shell, a grim arc forming on his lips.
’The Sun Family. Star Sea Technology.’
’Catch. This is a gift from me!’
Riding the Fusion Beast, Han Feng dove downward abruptly.
...
"Warning! High-energy reading has reappeared!"
"Target is in a high-speed dive!"
"Distance to ground: 800 meters... 500 meters..."
In the main control room, the piercing alarms blared once more, jolting the two dumbfounded old men back to their senses.
"He’s coming down! Quick! All Sentinel Towers, open fire!"
Sun Changhe roared hysterically, his voice cracking.
On the ground, the dozen or so majestic-looking laser towers swiveled their barrels again, an eerie blue light gathering frantically within them.
However, before they could fire, Han Feng had already dived to less than two hundred meters from the ground.
He waved his hand sharply.
"Go, Pikachu!"
The space before him distorted slightly.
A massive black cylinder appeared out of thin air.
Purple flames erupted from its tail once more.
Then, like a meteorite falling from the sky, it plummeted straight toward the most concentrated area of the ground Defense Array.
"That’s..."
Staring at the familiar black paint on the screen, Sun Changhe’s pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinpricks.
"The Judge?!"
"NO!!!"
BOOM—!!!
A dazzlingly brilliant mushroom cloud rose over G-01 Floating Island.
A terrifying shockwave, mixed with a Tier Three Peak Spiritual Power storm, instantly swept across an area of several hundred meters.
Those dozen or so "Sentinel" laser towers, claimed to be able to defend against the assault of a Tier Three Demon Beast, were like paper toys in the face of this destructive force.
First, they were melted by the intense heat, then torn apart by the shockwave, and finally, ripped from their foundations and flung into the sky.
Even the main body of the base, buried deep underground, emitted a grating shriek of twisting metal.
Inside the main control room, the violent tremors caused the lights on the ceiling to burst, showering sparks everywhere and leaving the room in shambles.
Sun Changhe lost his footing, stumbled back several steps, and fell onto the glass-strewn floor.
But he seemed to feel no pain.
He just stared blankly at the large screen.
There, the dozen or so green dots representing the ground defense system had all been extinguished in an instant.
Wiped out.
This was the absolute defense perimeter that the Sun Family and Star Sea Technology had spent years of effort and hundreds of millions of Spirit Coins to build!
And just like that... it was gone?
Destroyed by their own missile, no less?
Overcome with a fit of rage, Sun Changhe coughed up a mouthful of blood. He seemed to age ten years in that instant.
"What is this monster... What in the world is this monster..." he muttered, his eyes filled with incomprehensible terror.
He can tear apart an Array with his bare hands, control a Mechanical Beast, withstand laser fire, and now he can even catch a missile bare-handed?!
Is he even human?!
Even a fucking Tier Four Shapeshifting Great Demon in human skin couldn’t be this powerful!
Nearby, Mo Sen steadied himself against the console. One of his glasses’ lenses was shattered, and his forehead was cut, blood trickling down his cheek.
But he felt no fear.
On the contrary.
His eyes now burned with a terrifying fanaticism.
Like a madman who had just seen a priceless treasure.
"Space folding... It has to be space-folding technology!"
Ignoring the wounds on his hands, Mo Sen tremblingly picked up a tablet from the floor. He didn’t care if it had a signal; he just started frantically recording something.
"We have to capture him... We must capture him, no matter the cost!"
"As long as we can figure out his secret, things like Genetic Ascension and man-made gods are all just garbage!"
"He is the ultimate direction of evolution!"
Mo Sen looked completely crazed, letting out a strange, "Heh heh heh..." laugh.
SLAP!
The crisp sound of a slap cut off Mo Sen’s frenzied thoughts.
Sun Changhe had already climbed back to his feet. His eyes were crimson, and he glared at Mo Sen as if he wanted to eat him alive.
"Research?!"
"At a time like this, you’re still thinking about fucking research?!"
Sun Changhe grabbed Mo Sen by the collar, spraying spittle all over his face.
"Open your damn eyes and look!"
"The Sentinel Towers are all gone! The drones are gone! The missile is gone!"
"All of our defenses are useless now!"
"That monster is right above us! He could rush in at any moment, twist our heads off, and kick them around like balls!"
"We’re lambs to the slaughter! We’re meat on the chopping block!"
"You idiot!!"
