Chapter 33: The Best Hitman of This Century, Part 2

Marshal Wick was extremely frustrated.
More than a month had passed since the last black hole incident, yet the news he was waiting for still hadn’t arrived. That damned Blackhaired man had vanished from his sight like dissipating air. No matter what methods he used, he couldn’t get in touch with him. What chilled the old marshal the most was that recently, a fleet he had sent near Death Star reported that large-scale fleet movements had begun there again.
How large-scale exactly?
The old marshal sneered in disdain. When Blackhaired man disappeared, he took with him a fully equipped armed fortress. Given that guy’s habits, that huge Thor Fortress must have carried over 80% of Death Star’s warships! The rest were probably just some low-grade escort fleets. Large-scale movements? With that energy, he might as well focus on dealing with the increasing pressure from the nobles!
This was also a consequence of Blackhaired man’s disappearance. Due to that massive black hole, the noble class seemed to have found a way to attack them. In just thirty days, nobles from fifteen star systems launched one after another propaganda campaigns against him. Through news releases, broadcasts, videos, and even forced propaganda, they spread slanderous rumors about Marshal Wick among all civilians, portraying the black hole as proof of his inability to deal with foreign invasions.
As for those vanished Moor fleets, which once made all nobles tremble, and Blackhaired man, who single-handedly turned the tide of the war, the nobles deliberately avoided mentioning them altogether.
Anyway, Blackhaired man was gone now. His fearsome military force had disappeared without a trace. The nobles saw this as a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. In their eyes, it was proof of the noble class’s resurgence.
Wasn’t that right? The Moor fleets that had threatened them were gone. Without Blackhaired man’s support, Marshal Wick was like a tiger without teeth. Although his interstellar fleet was still massive, what could he do against the nobles’ propaganda campaigns? The nobles laughed wildly in their castles, holding one wild party after another, delighted to see the ignorant civilians being incited, as the entire human faction gradually aligned in their stance. Everywhere, there were calls for Marshal Wick to resign.
However, the nobles never imagined they had made a fatal mistake.

Using public opinion as a weapon to threaten Marshal Wick’s decisions was undoubtedly correct. Yet they shouldn’t have mentioned Blackhair in the public discourse. Even worse, they portrayed Blackhair as Marshal Wick’s lackey—the culprit behind the Black Hole incident. Indeed, every noble knew that when Blackhair disappeared, he took with him Death Star’s most powerful armaments, and without the Thunder God Fortress, the Blood Wolf faction’s deterrence power was greatly diminished. But they never imagined that just before Blackhair vanished, Death Star had undergone an unprecedented overhaul. And the Blood Wolf faction’s forces had been replaced by something even more terrifying: the Blood Moon and Sunset mechs. So, while Marshal Wick paid no attention, a fleet of 500 transport ships crossed the vast starry expanse and appeared in the territory of the most arrogant noble. Facing off against this noble’s escort fleet, the situation was on the verge of explosion. An fully armed escort fleet against a transport fleet with no weapons at all—any commander would see an inevitable outcome. Undoubtedly, the noble thought the same, so he immediately ordered an attack and boasted to his subordinates, “Just some broken transport ships? Stupid Blood Wolves, thinking they have an invincible fleet? Oh, someone should tell them that’s all in the past. Without that damned Blackhair, they’re nothing but trash. Yes, just trash. Crush them!” As he spoke, the noble was full of pride and arrogance. Under his subordinates’ respectful gazes, he seemed like a great general commanding an invincible fleet, brimming with confidence. But in an instant, his confidence turned into sweat that poured down like a waterfall, drenching him from head to toe. The Blood Wolves only sent 500 transport ships, but their commanders were Baroka and Monkey—a temperamental sand pirate and a madman who saw battle as a game. Those 500 ships weren’t carrying resources but 2,000 Blood Moon and Sunset mechs, neatly arranged. 2,000—this seemed like a small number, and even less so when applied to mechs. But for the Blood Moon and Sunset mechs, it was different. Each mech cost as much as half a small warship. By that standard, the value of just these mechs could rival an entire fleet of a thousand ships! What kind of concept is that? Probably no one truly understands. But on the battlefield, everything got its perfect explanation.

It was a true massacre!
Blood Moon’s design featured a red background with black stripes, and a fierce black wolf head on its chest, while Sunset was the exact opposite—dark hull with blood-red stripes, making it look like a tiger in the darkness! The two mechs, one for long-range combat and the other for close combat, were both equipped with complete space-ready components. Their massive heavy sniper guns and sharp high-vibration electric axes resembled the fangs of beasts, reflecting cold light in the dark cabin.
The battle began quickly. Almost at the same time, all the transport ships rapidly changed formation, linking end to end in the vast starfield to form a perfect circle, using their sturdy armor to withstand the enemy’s powerful firepower. Behind them, rows of hatches opened simultaneously, releasing Blood Moon and Sunset like demons from hell.
They quickly activated holographic camouflage and performed short-distance subspace jumps. All the Blood Wolf warriors followed Black Hair’s tactical manual perfectly. Their movements were so skilled and coordinated that the enemy fleet didn’t even notice their arrival until they were already right in front of them!
Warships had powerful firepower, but could it deal with enemies so close?
If Black Hair were here, he could give you the answer…
Absolutely not!
At least, not against Blood Moon and Sunset!
For a time, these red-and-black armored mechs became a nightmare for all the noble fleets. They worked in perfect coordination: Sunset used its devastating electric axes to dismantle warships, while Blood Moon wielded its oversized sniper guns to deliver fatal blows to any enemy attempting to approach.
It was like a warship assembly plant—armor plates were effortlessly torn apart by the electric axes, and warships were dismantled piece by piece. The commanders of the noble fleets were horrified to realize that all their defensive measures were useless against such close-quarters attacks. Energy shields couldn’t stop these demons from approaching, and their once-proud sturdy armor was as fragile as paper in the face of those sharp electric axes.

It takes no more than five minutes for a complete warship to be completely destroyed from the moment it’s approached. The highly trained Blood Wolf warriors won’t waste effort on unimportant parts; they focus solely on the ship’s engines or bridge. No matter how powerful the warship is, once these weaknesses are exploited, its fate is inevitable.

Of course, the Noble Fleet also tried to deal with these little demons. They made great efforts, deploying swarms of mechs, hoping that their close-combat capabilities could resolve this deadly crisis. Unfortunately, these countermeasures were also mentioned in the Black Hair’s tactical manual.

This is why the Blood Moon and the Sunset are such distinctly different mechs. The Sunset excels in close combat, while the Blood Moon’s heavy sniper guns were designed precisely for such purposes.

Thus, before the Noble Fleet’s mech guards could even leave the warship, they suffered unprecedented damage. Equipped with cosmic components, the Blood Moon possessed exceptional mobility that no other shooting mech could match. They could easily circle around the warship, and their dual mental and mechanical control systems gave pilots greater margin for error. Their reaction speed was dozens of times faster than that of ordinary mechs. So, as soon as those guard mechs appeared—before they could fully leave the ship—they were met with massive, barrel-thick red projectiles fired from space.

The Blood Moon’s heavy sniper guns were so powerful that not only the mechs but also the launch bays behind them were fatally damaged. Powerful metal jets destroyed the entire mech along with its bay. The surface of the guard ship was instantly riddled with holes, with huge balls of fire erupting from within, making it look like a flaming beast from afar.

There was simply no way to fight like this. Less than half an hour after the battle began, the commander of the Noble Fleet had to accept this reality. The terrifying combat power of the Blood Moon and the Sunset completely shattered his confidence. He couldn’t understand how such monstrous mechs could exist in the universe, nor why those who used them were precisely the infamous Blood Wolves.

Thirty minutes later, the Noble Fleet sent a surrender signal. By then, the Blood Wolf transport ships, which had been under constant attack, had lost less than five ships. In contrast, the 300-ship Noble Fleet was severely damaged, with 70% of its ships destroyed!

It was a sudden battle, a decision made by Baroque and Monkey to avenge Hei. Yet neither they nor the noble lord who was the target could have imagined that this battle would completely establish the fame of Blood Moon and Dying Sun. At the same time, it also led to a series of immeasurable consequences…