Chapter 432: Railgun

Wang Yu saw this, exhaled softly, glanced at the massive ring slowly revolving around him, and plunged his bone banner straight into the empty air before him.

A soft "puff."

The bone banner stood upright in midair, rolling black mist surging from its surface and spreading in all directions.

"Humming."

The moment the massive ring touched the black mist, it emitted a piercing shriek; the surrounding void twisted and shuddered, and the mist was instantly torn to shreds, unable to approach the ring by even an inch.

Wang Yu ignored this, instead slapping the bone banner before him with one hand again.

"Whoosh." "Whoosh."

More black mist poured forth in a flood, instantly drowning the nearby void, disregarding the ring's continuous vibrations, and crashing against it like an endless tide.

At first, the massive ring still emitted waves of invisible shockwaves, shattering every wave of mist, but as the mist kept crashing against it again and again, the ring grew increasingly transparent, until finally—"crack"—it shattered and vanished.

The black mist rolled forward in a single surge, rushing toward the ring near the warrior, and after the same furious assault, the second massive ring also flickered out and disappeared.

"Young brother, impressive skill—thank you," the warrior said, glancing at the black mist returning automatically, a flicker of surprise crossing his face, but he immediately smiled at Wang Yu while keeping his massive bow steadily aimed at the winged boy across from him.

The winged boy, watching this, kept a stern expression, but his grip on the silver pistol tightened slightly; his back wings fluttered a few times, then visibly grew larger.

On top of the earth mound, the black-clad woman exhaled a long, misty breath, her body rapidly shrinking back to her original form; the "earth-man" she held also slowly stirred awake, and upon seeing the scene, his face turned pale as he struggled to move—until the black-clad woman slashed his neck with a palm-strike, sending him into darkness once more.

"Helena" hovered low in the air, her body flickering with electric light, watching it all; she glanced at the gray-robed elder below, still smiling, snorted, as if about to speak—but suddenly looked up at the sky, a look of shock crossing her face.

Not just her—Wang Yu had raised his head even earlier, his gaze fixed upward, his face showing alarm and fury for the first time.

Their odd reaction startled the others, who instinctively glanced skyward.

Above, the sky was a clear blue, without a single cloud—nothing at all.

As the others hesitated, Wang Yu suddenly yanked his bone banner from the air and swung it once before him.

"Boom!"

The surrounding black mist rolled into a colossal black column shooting skyward, while from the banner came several guttural "hmmh" growls—twelve massive pigs, each over a zhang tall, covered in thick gray manes and crimson skin, thudded out one after another from the banner's surface, clustering and hovering around Wang Yu.

Almost simultaneously, a speck of white light flashed high above.

In an instant, a white beam, as thick as a water barrel, descended from the heavens, striking the rising black column without sound.

A sharp "ssss" erupted.

The black mist, as if encountering its mortal enemy, instantly scattered and shrank—but the beam also paused slightly, its descent slowing.

Seizing the chance, Wang Yu chanted softly, his hands weaving rapid seals; a crimson light shield formed around his body, and silver light curled from his brow—a palm-sized bone shield flew out, flaring upward into a zhang-sized barrier above him, while he gripped the banner and shot downward toward the ground.

The twelve giant blood-pigs simultaneously recoiled backward, but tilted their heads upward and spat forth streams of blood, each as thick as a bowl's mouth, striking the falling white beam.

At that moment, the white beam thickened abruptly, swelling several times over, then rolled downward in a torrent, engulfing the surrounding void and forming a massive glowing sphere that plummeted like a falling sun.

"Boom!"

The giant sphere exploded on the ground, blinding white light engulfing everything within a mu's radius, as if a colossal white sun had erupted from the earth—so intense that ordinary eyes could not bear to look, while the air filled with the acrid stench of burning, saturating the entire area.

"Strategic laser cannon."

The warrior hovering nearby quickly ducked to avoid the white light, involuntarily exclaiming.

On the other side, the black-clad woman, having retreated far with the "earth-man," wore an expression of shock and fury.

The only one who dared stare directly at the white light—the gray-robed elder—had somehow withdrawn a hundred meters away; gazing at the distant white sun, his face held no trace of a smile, his double pupils gleaming even more brilliantly.

"Helena" stood motionless in her original low position, her face grim.

The winged boy across from the warrior, however, exhaled deeply, his previously tense heart relaxing slightly.

At the same moment.

In a secret military base hall in the British Commonwealth,

A white-haired man with a hawk-like nose, adorned with medals, stood in a crisp uniform, expressionless as he stared at a massive screen ahead.

On the screen, a high-angle live feed showed the moment the white light exploded.

After the white light faded, a hundred-meter-wide crater appeared before them.

The crater was twenty to thirty meters deep, its bottom utterly empty, yet its walls were unnaturally smooth, covered in tiny crystalline particles formed by extreme heat.

"Report: Railgun deviation calculation is only three ten-thousandths—perfectly hit the designated target."

"Report: Railgun second charge in progress—estimated completion in five minutes, ready for second strike."

"Report: Countess Helena and two other members of our superhuman unit are unharmed—the railgun strike did not affect them."

"Report: Dawn Angel probe feedback: Target One is not dead—moving rapidly two hundred meters underground. Railgun is tracking movement trajectory—estimated re-lock in two minutes thirty-six seconds."

……

Rapid reports poured from personnel at various monitoring stations—clear, concise, unmistakably elite military staff.

"Hmph. Still didn't eliminate him? Target One's got some skill—no wonder he escaped Helena. Increase railgun power threefold, activate special protocol, accelerate charging speed—prepare for second lock and strike. I don't believe he can dodge again," the hawk-nosed man grunted coldly.

"Yes, railgun power adjusted—increased threefold."

"Yes, railgun special protocol activated—charging speed increased by two-thirds, estimated…"

The hall immediately echoed with the staff's responses.

But just then, an unexpected voice abruptly interrupted the reports.

"General, China's Special Department has called via secure line—demands immediate conversation, urgent." A middle-aged officer in uniform hurried in from outside and handed the white general a seemingly ordinary black cellphone.

"China's Special Department? Do you know who's calling?" The hawk-nosed man's eyes flashed coldly as he asked.

"It's…," the middle-aged officer said nervously, uttering a name.

Upon hearing it, the hawk-nosed man's eyelid twitched; after a brief hesitation, he took the black phone and pressed the answer button.