Super God: One Punch and You’re Dead

Deafening explosions rang out without end. All they could see was hellish, burning fire, and all they could hear were heart-rending screams. The agony of the beast-bodied, black-armored Gluttonous Warriors as their bodies melted was something pure mechs could never compare to.

The entire sky seemed like the Avici Hell.

Those enormous Great Cross: Number One vessels sprawled across the sky began to collapse and disintegrate bit by bit.

Only one battleship remained.

It was the flagship of the First Division.

Even the captain’s mech body trembled uncontrollably, while Vulture, the First Division’s commander-in-chief, stood frozen and stared in disbelief.

A deathly silence fell.

It was as if everyone had been frozen in place.

"Retreat! Retreat now!"

Vulture could no longer maintain his arrogant bearing. His Mechanical Eye flickered erratically as his fear of death was amplified without limit.

"Fourth Tier 4 Archgod!"

Even his mechanical voice seemed filled with boundless terror.

Within the known universe, the Fourth Tier 4 Archgod was the strongest being there was. Other than God of Death Karl, no one could stand against a Fourth Tier 4 Archgod.

They had thought that on Earth Star, a Pre-Nuclear Civilization, the limit would be a Third Generation Peak.

Perhaps even a Second Generation Peak.

They had never imagined it—this truly was an Earth God.

Flame God! A Fourth Tier 4 Flame God!!! "We’re fucking cannon fodder! We wanted to claim the first merit, but we were actually used as cannon fodder! Damn it, damn it all!"

The captain of the First Division’s flagship felt an icy terror pierce his heart. His wavering spread through every corner of the flagship like a plague.

Those Gluttonous operators and other Gluttonous Warriors had all witnessed hell with their own eyes.

These shameless invaders, who had always been responsible for slaughter and invasion,

felt despair for the first time.

They finally understood what Asgard was.

An inviolable realm.

Vulture’s cold Mechanical Eye flickered continuously. He knew full well that this time, survival was nearly impossible.

Either he died, or he was dealt with under military law.

Since King Shi Yin had appointed him commander of the flagship for the first attack, he bore an inescapable responsibility.

Succeed, or die trying.

He could only gamble everything on one last attempt.

"Those who retreat will be dealt with under military law.

"Those who refuse to fight will be killed without mercy.

"We will live and die with this flagship.

"I, Vulture, swear here that I will never betray King Shi Yin, and never betray my god, God Karl."

"We are warriors who do not fear death. We will take Earth Star for my god, God Karl. That is our greatest glory."

He connected to the communications channel of the central command room.

Then he spoke with righteous conviction.

He wanted to show King Shi Yin his loyalty. If he survived this battle, he would rise through the ranks with ease.

From then on, he would reach the pinnacle of his life.

He, Vulture, commander of the First Division, would become a true commander, commanding the forces of an entire theater of war and washing away his former humiliation.

At the same time, Vulture knew very well that the Fierce Tide plan was the strongest strike against Earth.

"King Shi Yin, I request activation of the Fierce Tide plan."

"King Shi Yin, I request activation of the Fierce Tide plan."

Commander Vulture’s Mechanical Eye glinted with ferocity. It was the precursor to slaughter, a reaction born of bloody instinct.

The First Division he commanded had been almost completely wiped out. How could he endure such unbearable humiliation?

Inside the Gluttonous Legion’s central command room,

all the officers wore astonished expressions. They had watched the First Division’s Great Cross: Number One fleet get destroyed one ship after another.

The earth-shaking energy of that strike was even harder for them to believe.

The Light Energy Barrier could withstand a nuclear strike at one hundred percent, and its defensive power had improved considerably from before. Yet it had still collapsed after a single blow.

Like shattered glass, it scattered apart in an instant.

It was terrifying enough to suffocate them.

Inside the war room, every Gluttonous general had grievances to air.

They had gone through countless brutal wars of invasion. Every one of them was a top-tier, experienced commander.

Yet this time,

they had suffered such a crushing loss.

The Gluttonous Legion had several major corps beneath it. Beneath the corps were divisions, and beneath the divisions were smaller squads. The hierarchy was clearly defined.

The commanders present were all high-ranking officers of the corps.

One beast-bodied Gluttonous Battleship commander, an organic lifeform, was extremely dissatisfied with this operation and even spoke with a hint of mockery.

"Is our First Division really this weak? It can’t even stand against a mere Earth insect god. What a disgrace."