Chapter 23: My Fury Can Burn the Sky – Section 3

How dare they… attack the flagship’s bridge directly!?
Staring at that terrifying mecha, which seemed impossibly close, everyone’s thoughts seemed to stop. From their vantage point through the portholes, they could clearly see those dreadful eyes—like those of demons from hell, fixed intently on them. Even though they knew those were merely the mecha’s vision crystals and should not possess emotions, they could still sense intense hatred from them!
“Such… terrifying creatures…” The handsome youth stared in awe, muttering those words.
“Crack!!”
The scythe swung down!!
Like lightning flashing across the night sky, the scythe vanished in an instant. Immediately afterward, a bright beam appeared on the flagship’s bridge. After three seconds, the upper half of the bridge suddenly tilted to the side. A series of explosions erupted. Soon, flames burst forth from various parts of the warship! The armor was blown off by internal explosions, and the entire ship underwent severe deformation.
That single strike from the black-haired figure had completely destroyed the warship’s core!!
By the time the flagship began to suffer from the chain reaction, he had already turned into a streak of light once more, drawing a huge arc through the fleet. His scythe swung wildly, slashing at every approaching warship. Meanwhile, the massive figure of the Killing Emperor moved like lightning—by the time the scythe struck and the warships could react destructively, he was already elsewhere. His speed was beyond pursuit.
Faced with such terrifying speed and insane attacks, even the expedition fleet, with its astonishing number of hundreds of warships, was powerless. The situation had reversed completely—the hunters had become prey, while the original prey had turned into demons.
The explosions shook the entire channel, with flashes of fire following. Over thirty warships in the vanguard fleet were completely destroyed by the Killing Emperor, suffering massive losses. Compared to their huge size, the Killing Emperor’s form was quite small, which meant they couldn’t inflict any real damage on him. Moreover, their close-range rapid guns were mostly low-intensity, high-frequency energy weapons that couldn’t penetrate his defense system. This left the vanguard fleet in a desperate situation.

You must know that the Emperor of Slaughter represents the pinnacle of Death Star technology. Not only does his armor generate energy storms, but even the giant scythe in his hand is a cutting-edge weapon that combines physical and energy technologies. The high-frequency oscillation coating on its blade allows it to bypass alloy armor within four meters, effortlessly cutting through anything it wishes to sever—including the bridge of warships.
“You all are going to die!!”
His frenzied roar sounded like that of a demon king. His black hair had turned completely red with rage, and his hands on the control panel moved so fast they became mere shadows. The Emperor of Slaughter’s attacks were utterly insane; ignoring any potential damage, he moved recklessly through the fleet. With each flash of white light, a warship’s bridge would be severed. In just five minutes, he had destroyed over sixty warships. The shockwaves from their explosions converged into a terrifying energy storm.
This was a true energy storm—unlike the blast from the Emperor of Slaughter’s firepower. This energy storm caused by warships exploding was completely undefensible. Not even a mech’s armor could withstand it, let alone that of a main battle ship. Black Hair was suddenly flung back by the storm without warning. For the first time since the battle began, the Emperor of Slaughter suffered direct damage.
And this damage was no small matter. The shockwaves from exploding warships were no joke. Just a minor rebound reduced one-third of his physical armor, and the armor on his arms and ankles was completely stripped off, leaving him in a pitiful state.
Yet this also snapped Black Hair out of his rage. Staring at the chaotic energy field ahead, he gritted his teeth so hard his lips turned bloody.
In just a short while, the energy storm from the exploding warships had completely separated him from the enemy’s follow-up fleet, making a renewed attack impossible. From Black Hair’s current vantage point, it seemed the enemy’s follow-up fleet was also prepared, deploying countless mechs as protection. His close-quarters assault tactics were no longer feasible.
Seeing this, Black Hair realized his revenge was over. Facing the enemy’s still massive fleet, his eyes seemed ready to bleed. The lily crystal in his chest remained warm, causing him agony that made him want to scream.
“You all, wait! I’ll return… and use your blood to quench my fury!”

Glancing once more at the opponent’s massive fleet, Black Hair remembered that prominent blood totem symbol. He turned and flew back to his assault ship, then headed straight into the depths of space without a word.

On the battlefield, the once-mighty expedition fleet was in disarray. The vanguard fleet was almost completely destroyed. Ship wreckage floated haphazardly, with explosions still occurring continuously. Watching the Lightning Assault Ship depart, everyone felt a sense of ominous foreboding.

On the way back, Black Hair immediately contacted Marshal Wick, the commander of the interstellar fleet. Facing this white-bearded elder, Black Hair raised his hand and showed the pattern of the blood totem.

“Tell me about their origin. Now!!”

Wick’s heart sank. He thought to himself, It’s happened after all… What was inevitable has finally come.

Even when Marquis Vincent declared he would take action personally, he had already anticipated this worst-case scenario. He had assumed the cautious marquis wouldn’t be so direct and would gather enough data before acting. With the data available about the Blood Wolf forces, he believed anyone with a bit of sense would avoid provoking them.

But what he hadn’t expected was that although Marquis Vincent was cautious, he was still part of the noble class. With his own family suppressed by Black Hair, he would struggle to maintain his position in the nobility if he didn’t take action. So he immediately dispatched his own fleet, led by the renowned bold and capable Baron Johnson, to launch an expedition into Black Hair’s 31st Star Region without even conducting necessary reconnaissance.

Perhaps it was the comfortable life that made the marquis lose his vigilance, or maybe his noble pride made him overconfident. He never imagined the consequences of his actions.

Marshal Wick understood this, but he was unaware of Lily’s situation. He simply regarded Black Hair’s sudden inquiry as an ordinary question. With a few laughs, he tried to cover it up.

“Hmm… Hehe, Lord Black Hair. What’s the matter? Why suddenly ask about this symbol? Ah, this really puzzles me. The blood totem is a very common symbol in the universe; there are countless people who possess it.”

While laughing and shaking his head, Marshal Wick secretly glanced at Black Hair. He noticed that the young man’s expression didn’t relax at all after his words. Instead, a heavy pressure transmitted through the distance appeared right before him.

Staring at the old marshal before him, Blackhair’s face grew even colder, as if covered in ice. He fixed his gaze intently on the old marshal’s eyes and spoke slowly, word by word.
“Tell… me.”
“Huh!?” The old marshal was stunned, filled with panic. At this moment, he finally realized something was wrong. Blackhair’s behavior was by no means normal conversation—it was the kind of abnormal calm that only arises from extreme hatred!
Thinking of this, the old marshal couldn’t help but feel furious at Marquis Vincent. He was also angry at his ingratitude. Who was Blackhair? He was the leader of the most powerful faction in the 31st Star Region, a man with an extremely extreme personality. By forcing himself like this, wasn’t he trying to make him make a choice?
If he told him, he would betray the noble class. If he didn’t… the consequences if Blackhair discovered the truth…
The old marshal trembled slightly, his eyes narrowing. After observing Blackhair carefully for a long time, he gritted his teeth fiercely.
“The 8th Star Region, Marquis Vincent, the Blood Totem Fleet.”
“Very good. Tell them to clean their throats and wait for me…”
“Ah!? Wait, Lord Blackhair, Blackhair…” The old marshal was shocked, but before he could finish speaking, the communication suddenly cut off. Staring at the empty vision crystal before him, his expression changed repeatedly. Eventually, he could only sigh deeply and look up at the ceiling.
“Marquis Vincent, this time… you’ve really gotten into big trouble…”
At the same time, Marquis Vincent, who was at a ball in the 8th Star Region, had no idea what was happening. He was dancing gracefully with a charming noblewoman, his wrinkled face bearing a gentlemanly smile. After the song ended, he returned to his seat, picked up a glass of wine, and was about to say something when a guard suddenly rushed over from the side and whispered a few words in his ear.
“Snap…” Marquis Vincent’s smile froze instantly. The glass in his hand slipped to the ground…