150: Chapter 150 The Half-Snake Queen Wearing a Men's Shirt in the Dead of Night

Chen Chen rushed to the chest area of the mecha.

The Bishop of Ashes' true body was embedded here—a grayish-white humanoid partially fused into flesh and metal, with a pulsing black seed embedded in its chest.

Chen Chen raised his blade.

He deliberately left an opening at his left ribs.

The Bishop of Ashes reacted faster than expected.

A bone spur shot out from the mecha's chest, stabbing toward Chen Chen's left ribs.

Chen Chen sidestepped.

The bone spur grazed past his waist, cutting a slit in his tactical undershirt.

Within this 0.3-second window—

Nine thousand eight hundred meters away.

Qin Hongye's finger pulled the trigger.

The Gauss projectile was propelled to three times the speed of sound in the electromagnetic acceleration rail.

Fatal Lock: Weak Point Break.

45% probability.

Hit.

The projectile accurately penetrated the flesh wrapping around the black seed in the Bishop of Ashes' chest, and a crimson weak point marker exploded on the seed's surface.

100% True Damage.

A crack appeared on the seed's shell.

The Bishop of Ashes let out a roar that didn't sound human.

The void-rending ship-slaying blade was filled with Mental Power and gravity pulses.

Maximum output.

He put all his strength into this one strike.

Purple light soared into the sky.

It cleaved from the top of the Bishop of Ashes' head down to its crotch.

The thirty-meter-tall flesh-fusion mecha split into two from the very center.

The flesh, metal, and mutated tissues at the cross-section were all shattered into dust by the purple gravity pulses.

Under the strangling force of the blade energy, the black seed crumbled into powder. Dark red flames struggled in the air for two seconds before being snuffed out like a candle—

Extinguished.

The thirty-meter-tall mecha remains collapsed to both sides with a thunderous crash.

Chen Chen jumped to the ground, stepping on the falling debris.

He landed on one knee to cushion the impact.

Smashing a half-meter-deep pit.

He stood up.

He patted the dust off his knees.

The public channel was silent for five seconds.

Iron Wall's voice was completely hoarse: "Bo... Boss is invincible..."

The communication channel instantly boiled over.

...

Shen Wanxing was escorted down the gangway by Jiang Yanxue.

Her nude pink high heels stepped onto the ground covered in mangled flesh; her face paled by two shades, but she still crouched down.

Her fair fingers touched the core fragments within the Bishop of Ashes' remains.

Buzz—

The diameter of the gold and purple pillar of light surged to five meters.

Soaring into the sky.

System notification sounds overlapped:

100x Multiplier Zone activated.

S-rank Spirit-type Building Blueprint: faith deprivation tower x1.

Tier 3 Spirit Core x100.

High-tier Ash Faith Shards x500.

Shen Wanxing crouched within the gold and purple light pillar, completely dazed.

Chen Chen stood nearby, watching the pillar of light soaring into the sky.

68 points of luck. 100x Multiplier Zone.

He glanced at the mountain-like loot list in his storage ring.

The loot list was too long, so he flipped straight to the bottom—an eerie, pulsing dark-gold crystal lay quietly at the end of the list.

SS-rank Unclaimed Divine Seed.

Chen Chen's pupils constricted slightly.

This item had been forcibly spawned from the Bishop of Ashes' shattered seed remains by the 100x critical hit.

He didn't say anything for now, directly locking it into the deepest layer of his storage ring.

"Wrap it up."

...

Night fell.

A hearty victory feast was held inside the Sky Fortress.

The Pig-Faced Butcher placed the spine of a Tier 3 Pterosaur on the chopping block, and the marrow splashing between the swings of his bone cleaver was caught in an iron pot to make soup.

The tenderloin of high-tier Aberrations sizzled on the fire, its aroma wafting through the fifth floor of the fortress.

The Proprietress stood behind the bar, so busy her fox ears were almost spinning.

"One cup of Purple Wine for ten basic cores! Marrow soup for five! No bargaining! — You, get your hand off my tail!"

Su Xiaoqi was slapped away by the Proprietress and ran to Chen Chen to complain, feeling wronged.

Nearly two hundred survivors crowded into the first-floor plaza, eating large chunks of meat and drinking bowls of wine.

The feeling of having just escaped death allowed everyone to let loose.

Iron Wall gulped down three bowls of Purple Wine and, with a flushed face, dragged his adjutant to howl an out-of-tune military song.

Fourth floor, Pilot Tower.

Chen Chen sat in the main pilot's seat with a bowl of marrow soup in front of him.

Jiang Jiuyou pushed the door open and walked in.

Her dark red cloak was stained with dried blood and traces of gunpowder smoke; her silver-white short hair was half-disheveled, but her icy blue eyes shone brilliantly.

She walked to the side of the secondary command console and stood still. She didn't sit.

"The flanks were torn open. Zero casualties for the Dark Department, three slightly injured."

"I saw."

"Then—"

"Come here."

Jiang Jiuyou's footsteps stopped.

Chen Chen stood up and walked over to her.

He reached out and unfastened the blood-stained buckle on her cloak.

The metal fastener clicked open, and the dark red cloak slid off her shoulders, piling at her feet.

Underneath was a form-fitting black high-collared undershirt.

The high-intensity combat caused the fabric to cling to her body, outlining the smooth curve from her shoulders to her waistline.

Chen Chen's hand slid from the cloak's buckle to the back of her neck.

His five fingers ran through her silver-white short hair.

Jiang Jiuyou's breathing completely stopped at that moment.

Her icy blue pupils dilated.

Chen Chen pulled her half a step forward.

The distance between them was compressed to less than five centimeters.

"What you said—does it still count?"

Jiang Jiuyou's Adam's apple bobbed.

"Everything I said... counts."

Chen Chen's thumb slowly rubbed the back of her neck.

Then he let go.

"I'm too tired today. Another day."

He turned back, sat in the main pilot's seat, and took a sip of the marrow soup.

Jiang Jiuyou stood there.

She froze for three seconds.

Then, the sound of her grinding her back teeth was clearly audible.

"Chen Chen—are you—"

"Go back and rest. There's a tough battle tomorrow."

Jiang Jiuyou stared at him for five seconds.

She turned and left.

The sound of her combat boots on the metal stairs was hurried and chaotic.

When she reached the third floor, she stopped for two seconds.

She raised a hand to touch the back of her neck.

The warmth of his fingers was still there.

"...Bastard."

Her voice was extremely low.

Then she continued walking down the stairs.

...

Late night.

System time 01:23.

The fortress returned to peace.

After the feast ended, the nearly two hundred people gradually returned to their respective living quarters.

The patrol team stood guard according to the schedule. The dual fields of the mental shielding device and the faith deprivation tower tightly enveloped the entire fortress.

Ghost Fortress, second-floor levitation pod.

Chen Chen finished his cold shower.

A military towel was draped over his shoulder, his tactical trousers hung loosely on his hips, and his upper body was bare.

The contours of his muscles cast large shadows under the pale blue glow of the micro-soothing force field.

He sat on the edge of the bed, checking his status panel.

Today's attribute gains—the midnight settlement of 167 constitution and 78 agility had arrived.

Mental Power 100, luck 68.

The seven-use limit for Forbidden Domain Dual Cultivation hadn't been used yet.

A long list of pending items was displayed on the panel.

Appraisal of the SS-rank Unclaimed Divine Seed, and the material list for the S-grade biological fusion pod.

As well as the usage analysis for the five hundred Ash Faith Shards.

As he was scrolling through them.

The pod door made a very faint sound.

Click.

Someone unlocked it from the outside.

Chen Chen turned his head.

The person who walked in stunned him.

It wasn't Shen Wanxing, nor Jiang Yanxue, nor Blood Rose, nor Shen Wanbing.

Yi Chang.

The half-human, half-snake female Yi Chang of the Snake Scale Tribe stood at the pod door.

She had changed out of the oversized tactical long-sleeve shirt she wore during the day.

She was wearing a white man's shirt.

Chen Chen's white shirt.

The hem barely reached the base of her thighs; only the middle two buttons were fastened, and the collar was wide open, revealing a large expanse of fair skin below her collarbones and faint silver-gray scale patterns.

Her silver-gray snake tail trailed on the metal floor, quietly winding out past the threshold.

The scales were clean now.

The newly grown scales after her recovery were neatly arranged, gleaming with a cold silver light under the pale blue glow.

Her icy blue vertical pupils flickered in the dimness.

A very thin snake tongue flickered out from the gap in her lips.

Chen Chen.

Her voice was hoarse, carrying a tremor that had finally been released after being suppressed for a long time.

I'm very cold right now.

Her snake tail slowly coiled once on the floor.

I want to feel... just how high your body temperature is.

The indicator light for the acoustic isolation layer turned green.