Chapter 417: Space Drifter

Though caught off guard and suffering losses among its peripheral vessels, the core formation of the Galaxy Group's fleet remained unshaken.

To make matters worse, that artificial nebula seemed to have failed to disrupt the control signals of the black hole weapon; instead, by blinding conventional sensors, it may have cleared an unobstructed path for the mysterious guiding signal.

The accelerating approach of the black hole weapon hung over them like an invisible sledgehammer, striking heavily against the heart of every soul aboard the Dawning Fleet.

Of course, as long as Nan Shu managed to rescue the captive and escape, she would have nothing to fear, even if the establishment sensed something amiss and sought to bring trouble to her doorstep later.

The trainees were required to master the lyrics in both languages, posing a monumental challenge to both sides; this time, translation tools were out of the question, leaving them to rely entirely on themselves for a performance destined for the highest chart-topping stages of both China and Japan.

Only after ensuring everything was absolutely foolproof did Ethan call upon the Pidgeot once more, signaling it to carry him back.

Following the shrill blare of the alarm, the door behind them was flung open by their superior, whose sharp inquiry finally jolted them from their paralyzed state of shock.

Both of them possessed the appetites of ordinary folk, and during meals, Nan Shu preferred silence, a quietude that Pei Si readily matched.

Stepping back a few paces, Mythos invoked his Linearization magic once more, casting it repeatedly until the ice block was riddled with holes, before shattering it entirely with a clenched Arcane Hand to finally forge a breach wide enough to drag Caesar's head from the frozen depths.

A beaming smile immediately graced her face, crinkling the corners of her eyes as she explained, "Uncle, there's no pressure in studying at all; you know me better than that, don't you?"

He effortlessly mastered every single note with flawless control, infusing the piece with a rhythm entirely his own, leaving Feng Luo with the distinct impression that he had redefined the song, singing it in his own unique style and voice.

"Brother Astar, your combat techniques are the finest I have ever witnessed," another soldier chimed in with envy, firmly believing that Yan was employing some extraordinary, unseen martial art.

Yet in that brief span of time, the grandmaster of the Myriad Laws Realm who had ventured out to intercept was cut down, allowing that anomalous Mechanoid warrior to breach the void base completely, slipping entirely beyond Wall's line of fire.

Jenny cried out in distress, uncertain whether the wild bear was dead or alive, even as her own body was carried away by Ye Tian, leaving her utterly at a loss.

The moment Ye Tian departed, Wang Ke'er stepped before Zhang Ye, who knew precisely that the person standing in front of him was indeed her.

Lu Qing could only offer a bitter smile; he dreaded scenes like this the most, and just as the furor from the last incident had finally died down, it seemed another storm was brewing.

The black dragon stretched over a hundred meters in length, its entire form shrouded in dense, heavy scales, while a pair of pale gold eyes radiated regal majesty; with every ripple of its massive frame, vast expanses of the surrounding space contorted, yet these warped dimensions did not expand outward, instead absorbing and neutralizing the residual shockwaves.

Qin Yu had no intention of pitting his bare hands against the blade's silhouette, and just as the colossal phantom blade came crashing down, he let out a resounding shout.

"We are dear sisters, after all, so you must call me Athena directly—no refusals, and that is final," Athena insisted with absolute determination.

The story of losing my job was eventually coaxed out of me, prompts leading to a single phone call from Xu Niya, who then turned to me with an effortlessly cool air and declared it settled.

Yet the artillery shell was aimed not at the Blazing Apricot, but at the adjacent Permafrost Ice Spring; the concussive blast hurled the spring waters thirty meters into the air, and Huo Yuhao plunged headlong into the freezing depths.

Things were different now; it wasn't that the shyness had vanished, but rather that a faint desire to please had taken hold, a wish to show Chen Shi through these actions just how deeply I loved him.

Just as he was lost in his brooding doubts, that voice—at once so familiarly intimate and yet entirely estranged—drifted from behind him.