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Chapter 160: Chapter 159 How Does Flying Dragon Lose When Riding on the Face?

When the menacing Ironblood Fleet arrived here and saw the planet that was almost entirely dyed red, they were all stunned.

The Ironblood was a bellicose race that revered martial valor and combat. It was for this reason that the Ironblood rarely met opponents in this universe. That’s also why they would, out of boredom, capture humans or aliens and throw them onto foreign planets or into pyramids—if the Ironbloods had powerful enough enemies to fight to the death, they wouldn’t have been so idle.

They were like supreme masters, lonely at the top, standing at the Peak of the Purple Forbidden City, only to lament their emptiness, loneliness, and coldness… Then… the fully armed Ultimate Beings appeared before them.

Originally, when they received the distress signal from the mothership, the Ironbloods were also shocked; they couldn’t imagine why an unknown force had suddenly launched an attack on their backyard. But none of that mattered. For the Ironblood race, battle was life; since there were enemy forces invading, there was no choice but to meet them in combat!

However, when they arrived at their destination, what met the Ironblood was not the battle they had imagined but a massacre.

The first thing that greeted the newcomers was a dazzling flash of light.

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The Leviathan spread its tentacles, and a radiant brilliance emerged, followed by a massive light beam that shot straight towards the flagship of the Ironblood Fleet. That dazzling brilliance pierced through the entire Ironblood Fleet and then struck the flagship at the back. Immediately after, bursts of sparks erupted in the once pitch-black, empty space, and then a gargantuan warship, like prey trapped by a hunter’s snare, emerged from its cloaking state covered in wounds. Its once beautifully metallic body was now torn open with a massive gash; flames mixed with fragments of its shattered hull flew in all directions, looking like a mess of wreckage.

This sudden ambush clearly caught the Ironblood off guard; they couldn’t understand why they were hit by these strange enemies even though they hadn’t left stealth mode. Most importantly, both the massive being in front of them and those that emerged from the nearby asteroid belt were not part of the mechanical civilization that the Ironblood had imagined; instead, they were creatures of a biological civilization that appeared in space with pure flesh and blood!

How could such a force exist?

Seeing the Zerg charging at them, the Ironblood were taken aback. They weren’t strangers to biological civilizations—strictly speaking, if given the time to develop, the Aliens could evolve into a powerful biological civilization too, but the Ironblood never gave them the chance…

But now, the entirely new species that appeared before them was a completely different existence!

Accompanied by the Leviathan’s attacks, the full-scale assault of the Zerg began. Self-Destructing Bats excitedly flapped their wings, rushing towards the Ironblood Warship in front of them. And behind them, tens of thousands of Lurkers and Flying Dragons also swooped towards their targets.

The battle thus commenced.

No formations were necessary, and tactics were even less needed; for the Zerg, to charge blindly was to win, attrition was to be ignored, and casualties always expected. As for losses… what was a battle without losses for the Zerg?

In some ways, the Zerg and the Ironblood were very similar: both were equally cruel, bloodthirsty, and relentless. For the sake of battle, both sides were willing to sacrifice everything. If you were to compare willpower, the Zerg and the Ironblood might not be so different, but when it came to the tangible conditions beyond will… the two were worlds apart.

“So that’s all there is to it…”

Fang Zheng watched the battlefield before him and couldn’t help but smirk. To be honest, the Ironblood’s cosmic combat strength was indeed strong, or at least it seemed strong. Although they didn’t have Shields like the Star Spirits, the exteriors of these Ironblood Warships were quite sturdy. After all, surviving a hit from the Leviathan’s particle spray without completely disintegrating was telling enough.

And under Mirune’s explanation, Fang Zheng also gained a clearer understanding of the current Ironblood.

A low-end version of the Human Race.

Their mothership and the Human Race Battle Cruisers from the Interstellar World weren’t much different, and other units were also similar. Perhaps because the Ironblood were physically larger than humans, their Warships also appeared somewhat larger than those of the Human Race on average. Their attacks mainly consisted of Ion Cannons and Light Beams, and defense relied heavily on armor resistance and stealth…

But Fang Zheng’s focus wasn’t there.

“If we released a large EMP, we’d be all set,” he sighed while watching the Ironblood Fleet battle the Swarm. Honestly, EMPs are the perfect match for the Zerg. Generally, most races rarely use EMP tactics, a ‘Seven Wounds Fist’ that kills a thousand enemies at the cost of eight hundred of your own. But the Zerg are different; they are a biological civilization, completely unfazed by EMP… wait a second!

At that thought, Fang Zheng’s eyes lit up.

If he remembered correctly, in one version of the Godzilla movies, Godzilla had the ability to unleash large-scale EMP attacks, eradicating cities with a mere stomp.

If the Zerg absorbed Godzilla’s gene, thereby acquiring the EMP skill… holy moly!

What on earth could then stand against the Zerg? One EMP, and they’d paralyze their enemy, leaving them to be easily dealt with afterward. In a word, who else could?

Too bad… who knows where that world is.

Fang Zheng’s excitement lasted less than five seconds before he faced reality: every entry into a world is random. Who knows which world he might enter. Even if the Godzilla world exists, it would probably take luck to get there…

But whatever, even without an EMP, he had something that could compete with it.

“I’ve seen enough, Nymph, make your move,” he directed.

“Yes, Master.”

At Fang Zheng’s command, the blue-haired Little Angel beside him nodded, then reached out and gently touched one of the Ironblood BB boys.

Just a touch.

In an instant, the previously triumphant Ironblood Warships on the battlefield suddenly froze. The barrels that had been firing ion cannons and light beams went dark, and if one looked closely, they might even see faint sparks of electricity flicker over them.

That’s right, there was no EMP here, but there was something far more frightening.

With just a single gesture, the Little Angel overloaded all the Ironblood Warships on the battlefield, turning them into piles of scrap metal.

The Synapsus high technology was indeed as feared as reputed.

“Alright, let’s wrap this up and head home for dinner,” he said.

With those words from Fang Zheng, the war came to a decisive end. Facing the Zerg’s renewed and ferocious attack, Fang Zheng could only say one thing — how could a Flying Dragon lose when riding on your face?

When Fang Zheng returned to Char Planet, the mission prompt finally appeared before his eyes — Mission Completed.