Chapter 98: with translation of chapter title

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Ling Yue's vocal cord crystals suddenly burst forth blinding light; the birth pain frequency solidified into sonic blades. The Starship hull's old scars began oozing bronze-colored slime, each crack pulsing like awakened blood vessels. Lín Jìn's fetal hair stirred on its own, the nano swarm at the hair tips compiling the fang code into bioelectric signals.

"Echo Positioning complete!" Ao Li's mechanical eye suddenly burst, the spilled dragon blood condensing in the air into a star chart. Her mutilated right hand plunged into her spine, tearing out three burning bronze vertebrae and hurling them at the energy rift. The God-Slaying Cannon's energy channel became visible under the impact of the contraction frequency, the surfaces of the conduits carrying First Generation umbilical blood revealing the fingermarks Ling Yue had scratched into the hull twenty years ago.

Lín Jìn's fetal hair suddenly stood erect, strand by strand, the electric arcs between the strands resonating with the energy rift. Deep in the rift emerged the forgotten Starship structure—that was the Zigong Echo Wall Ling Yue etched onto the cooling pipe with her lactation-period blood. When the contraction frequency peaked, the Zigong Echo Wall suddenly flipped, exposing the quantum vulnerability in the God-Slaying Cannon's energy hub.

Ao Zhan's energy form reassembled on the other side of the rift, black lightning coalescing into a ferocious face sheathing the amniotic membrane: "You dare trespass the gods' domain!" His roar set the energy channel trembling, as three hundred clones' umbilical cords suddenly pierced the hull and lunged forward. Lín Jìn's fetal hair wove itself into a defensive net, each strand entwined with Ling Yue's abandoned distress signal.

"Now!" Ao Li rammed the Zigong Echo Wall with her last strength; her mechanical torso disintegrated on impact, the flying gear shards self-assembling into a sound wave amplifier. Lín Jìn's fetal hair was ignited by the contraction frequency, burning a ring-shaped gap at the energy rift—at the gap's end, the God-Slaying Cannon's core devoured a star system of a newborn Shenjie.

The nano swarm suddenly evolved en masse, their metallic shells shedding to reveal the flowing umbilical blood energy within. These awakened mechanical lifeforms hurled themselves at the energy rift, using their bodies to plug the quantum vulnerability. Lín Jìn saw that inside each creature floated fragments of Ling Yue's memory: she, while lactating in the Starship's engine room, had milk droplets fall onto the control panel, forming a bioelectric circuit.

Ao Zhan's black lightning suddenly reversed direction, the energy channel beginning to backflow. Lín Jìn's fetal hair grew wildly in the reverse flow, its tips piercing the umbilical cord interfaces of the three hundred clones. When the contraction frequency echo resonated with the clones' bioelectricity, the energy channel suddenly revealed the source code of the God-Slaying Program—those kill commands compiled from the cries of First Generation infants.

"So the weak point is here..." Lín Jìn's pupils reflected a fluctuating gap deep within the code. He shoved his burning fetal hair into his own temple, forcibly linking into Ao Zhan's Shenjing Wangluo. On the quantum-layer consciousness battlefield, he saw countless versions of himself being slain by Ao Zhan across different timelines, yet each death moment released the contraction data Ling Yue had etched into her genetic chain.

The Starship suddenly underwent a dimensional fold, the cabin walls projecting a hologram of Ling Yue giving birth. Those forgotten contractions became physical attacks, each uterine contraction triggering a quantum collapse of the energy channel. Ao Zhan's energy-form surface began to crack, bronze-colored amniotic fluid seeping from the fissure—this was the residual umbilical blood Ling Yue had not been drained of twenty years prior.

When the countdown had seven minutes and seven seconds left, Lín Jìn's fetal hair finally burned through the energy channel. He seized the core data stream of Ao Zhan's Shenjing Wangluo, which proved to be an encrypted recording of infant cries. Under the amplification of the Zigong Echo Wall, the crying revealed its true frequency—perfectly syncing with Ling Yue's brainwaves during her contractions.

"You're the very first experimental subject..." Lín Jìn's vocal cords suddenly rang with Ling Yue's timbre. His burning fetal hair pierced the data stream's core, pinning Ao Zhan's energy form within the birth projection. The God-Slaying Cannon's energy began to backflow, the three hundred clones' umbilical cords reversing their grip on Ao Zhan and dragging him into the darkness deep within the Zigong Echo Wall.

The Starship suddenly echoed with the primal heartbeat monitor tone, a projection of Ling Yue's uterus rising in the energy rift. Lín Jìn's fetal hair was undergoing quantization, he seeing each hair tip connected to newborns across different times and spaces. When the final strand of energy was fed into the projection, all God-Slaying Cannon emplacements simultaneously reversed direction, their muzzles no longer gathering dark matter but a galactic-scale life pulse.