Super God: One Punch and You’re Dead

Two rows of angels stood in formation, ready to set out.

Yet Kaila hesitated as she faced Angel Leng, who was brimming with momentum and determined to head for the war zone.

Impulsiveness was Angel Leng’s greatest weakness.

"Zhixin! Angel Zhixin! The Gluttonous Legion is about to launch a large-scale attack.

Please return to Heavenly Blade Seven immediately. Please return to Heavenly Blade Seven immediately."

"Alright, no problem."

Zhixin contacted Kaila through the dark channel.

Her pretty face was grave. Should she notify him?

Void Engine, King Shi Yin of the Gluttonous Legion

Zhixin’s pretty face was solemn. Faced with such a massive assault by Gluttonous warships, Heavenly Blade Seven alone would inevitably be outnumbered.

Her cherry-red lips parted slightly.

A name was about to escape her lips.

"Lin Yan."

Chi Wu Star System.

The outskirts of the Solar System.

Countless imposing Gluttonous Battleship fleets stretched across the cosmos. The vanguard had already entered the Solar System, while inside the main control room—

A group of blue-and-white Gluttonous commanders surrounded a red-and-white round table.

The atmosphere was exceptionally tense.

"King Shi Yin has vanished without a trace, yet our attack plan is already imminent.

Without a supreme commander, are we still proceeding according to the original plan?"

An organic, beast-like Gluttonous Battleship commander spoke.

Another fully mechanized high-ranking Gluttonous combatant was also growing impatient. His mechanical voice was cold, carrying a trace of malice.

"Earth is nothing. We could crush it with one hand. Has King Shi Yin already abandoned us?"

"Nonsense."

Another Gluttonous commander refuted him.

"This must be because our god, God Karl, assigned King Shi Yin an even greater mission, which delayed the attack."

"An army cannot go a day without a commander! If King Shi Yin still does not appear, who will serve as commander-in-chief for this attack?"

"Are you trying to seize power?"

"Shut up! This is not your place to speak."

For a time, arguments erupted without end.

The atmosphere was thick with smoke, like a battlefield.

With King Shi Yin’s sudden disappearance, the various factions harboring ulterior motives and forming cliques began to emerge.

Back then, Shi Yin had been valued by God of Death Karl, steadily climbing the ranks until he became the commander-in-chief and highest leader of the Gluttonous Legion.

Some veteran generals of the Gluttonous Civilization had always been dissatisfied with this.

They were the meritorious veterans who had witnessed the development of the Gluttonous Civilization, yet Shi Yin had always kept them beneath him. The anger in their hearts had been building.

It was about to erupt.

During his once-glorious days, Shi Yin had dominated one region by relying on the superior performance of his mecha.

Back then, he killed gods when he met gods and slaughtered Buddhas when he met Buddhas.

But gradually, the combat power of that mecha had been phased out by history. After all, Carl had left the Styx Civilization, and in the twenty thousand years since, the technology and wisdom of the Gluttonous Civilization had still failed to advance.

The tide of time swept away the weak.

They had already been eliminated by history.

Now, someone intended to use this as an excuse to make trouble.

The smell of gunpowder filled the air.

One spark would set it ablaze.

However—the alarm sounded.

A massive energy fluctuation has been detected approaching. All departments, prepare for combat.

What? This was the core position of the Gluttonous Battleships on the outskirts of the Solar System. Who could break into the heart of such a tightly guarded legion? Every Gluttonous commander and soldier was stunned.

A towering, imposing blue-and-white mecha stepped through the shattered defenses, even sharper and more aggressive than before.

It radiated a chilling, awe-inspiring pressure.

"King Shi Yin!"

He was the leader of the entire Gluttonous Legion, the supreme commander of the Styx Civilization, and the self-proclaimed greatest swordsman in the universe.

However, everyone noticed the change.

Shi Yin’s blue-and-white armor now flickered with golden radiance, while his engine emitted waves of intimidating power.

Shihao’s voice was low. His mechanical tone was cold and utterly devoid of emotion. He was a machine of slaughter, filled with imperialism and aggression.

"Are you preparing to rebel?"

A ferocious, bloody aura rushed toward them. Everyone felt a deathlike pressure as King Shi Yin questioned them.

This crushing strength was—

—To be continued in the next chapter—

A naked mockery of those Gluttonous commanders harboring divided loyalties. The Gluttonous commander who had shouted the loudest stood frozen stiff.