Chapter 469: The LSPs’ Final Counterattack
Chapter 469: The LSPs’ Final Counterattack
Above the suburbs, an intense chase unfolded.
Fang Cheng and Tsukimi Narumi joined forces to surround Isis, their moving figures becoming indistinct blurs to the naked eye. The glowing aftermath of their clashes lit up the sky like a spectacular fireworks show.
Tsukimi Narumi swung her Giant Sword relentlessly, its blade emitting white light that sliced through Isis’s Idealism like shattered glass. As she flew, her cloak of black flames left lingering trails that rapidly expanded into a blazing sea of fire.
Fang Cheng’s hand accidentally grazed the flames, instantly reducing his palm to ash. Panicking as the fire crawled up his arm, he severed it completely. He noticed even Isis avoided these hellish flames.
Though Isis could handle either opponent alone, their combined assault overwhelmed her. She dodged both the divine Giant Sword and flames—attacks that nullified her Idealism.
Gods, born from human belief, shared Idealism’s nature but held higher authority. Isis had broken Iyaya’s protection over Fang Cheng because the goddess’s projected power was weak. But Tsukimi Narumi’s full arrival through Ye Yuqing’s body now overpowered her.
While Tsukimi Narumi pressed the attack, Fang Cheng struck with his mother’s lethal middle finger, forcing Isis to split her focus. The battle intensified—Tsukimi Narumi hammered Isis with relentless blows as Fang Cheng darted in with his Thunder Hammer and Child-Cutting Ankan using teleportation.
Feeling the tide turn, Isis chose retreat. Blocking Fang Cheng’s sneak attack, she teleported 10 kilometers away—the maximum range of her Idealism’s area coverage.
“Where’d she go?” Fang Cheng exclaimed.
“Running,” Tsukimi Narumi answered, grabbing his shoulder. They vanished, taking the inferno with them and leaving only scarred land.
Isis materialized mid-air, preparing another teleport when she spotted a black flame on her skirt. Before she could react, roaring flames encircled her, forming a hollow fireball that blocked her escape.
As her Idealism failed against the flames, Tsukimi Narumi and Fang Cheng reappeared nearby, the warrior’s grip firm on her companion.
Fang Cheng sighed in relief when he saw Isis hadn’t fled.
He never imagined the formidable Blood Queen would retreat so decisively.
No wonder she’d survived two centuries—she knew precisely when to vanish.
Tsukimi Narumi clasped her Giant Sword, her voice icy. “The confinement lasts five minutes. We finish this now or she escapes.”
Panic gripped Fang Cheng’s heart—five minutes was nothing.
But doubt bred failure. He inhaled sharply, blade aimed at Isis. “Three minutes is enough for any man.”
Tsukimi Narumi lacked his bravado. She charged, Giant Sword gleaming.
Isis remained stone-faced, teleporting through the fireball’s interior to stall.
No reminder was needed—both knew the fiery prison wouldn’t hold. Five minutes would be child’s play.
The trap sprung. Fang Cheng and Tsukimi Narumi closed in from opposite sides.
Isis vanished before their strikes connected.
Fang Cheng teleported after her, Child-Cutting Ankan slashing downward.
The blade split Isis into twin copies fleeing opposite ways.
Fang Cheng gaped. Since when could she do that?
Tsukimi Narumi’s sword swept sideways, unleashing black flames instead of light.
One Isis perished in the blazing sea of fire. The other escaped unscathed.
Chains erupted from the fireball’s walls, serpentine and relentless.
Isis kept teleporting, but the metallic tendrils pursued tirelessly.
Soon the prison resembled an iron jungle, chains crisscrossing every inch.
Still Isis danced through gaps, always one flicker ahead.
“My turn.”
Fang Cheng focused on Isis’s figure and triggered paradise.
His body locked—frozen solid. A mysterious woman materialized behind him, arms vise-locked around his neck.
They fused like molten wax.
Isis’s teleporting ceased abruptly, ensnared by paradise.
Chains lunged, binding hands and feet. More coiled around her torso.
Isis shook off the trance, slipping free before the chains tightened.
Tsukimi Narumi’s brow furrowed. “Three seconds. We need three seconds to secure her.”
Fang Cheng gasped, recovering from paradise’s grip.
Three seconds? Another attempt might leave him strangled by his spectral passenger.
“Can’t we shrink the fireball’s space more?”
“It was already at its limit.”
The fireball completely enveloped Isis’s Idealism, suppressing its expansion.
The power she could summon was already stretched to its limit – forcing it smaller would backfire, allowing Idealism to break free.
Two minutes had passed. At this rate, they’d fail to capture Isis within five.
“You can’t catch me.”
Isis saw Tsukimi Narumi couldn’t maintain her state much longer. Dragging this out meant victory would be hers.
“Three more minutes until my counterattack. Prepared?”
Fang Cheng watched Isis’s relaxed demeanor, knowing this was their final opportunity. Failure now meant defeat.
“Can you release my attack?”
He asked Tsukimi Narumi.
She nodded. “The confinement doesn’t restrict you.”
She then saw Fang Cheng fire a blood stream skyward through the fireball.
“One chance.”
Fang Cheng used Vector Control to beam his voice into Tsukimi Narumi’s ear: “Don’t waste it.”
Though uncertain of his plan, Tsukimi Narumi had no alternatives but trust.
Isis frowned as the pair suddenly paused, their intentions unreadable to her mind.
With three minutes remaining, stalling guaranteed her victory.
Fang Cheng’s blood projectile soared through flames, swelling into a massive sphere that detonated high above.
The explosion’s flames shaped a colossal spiraling Armstrong Cannon, visible even from Mechanical City ten thousand meters away.
Within the fireball, Tsukimi Narumi glimpsed the skyborne symbol and shot Fang Cheng a frosty glare.
Fang Cheng kept his eyes locked on Isis, palms damp with sweat.
Isis suddenly smiled. “Planning another trap?”
Thwip!
Her final word coincided with her neck severing, head tumbling from shoulders.
Shock widened her eyes as mental images flashed – ending on Kamikawa Takumi’s perverted smirk.
Atop Mechanical City’s highest Government Building,
the battered Kamikawa Takumi sat clutching a broken pen. Before him lay Isis’s portrait, its neck slashed by ink cutting through canvas.
He grinned at the distant dick-shaped blaze. “Taste an LSP’s counterattack.”
Inside the fireball,
Fang Cheng roared as Isis’s head fell: “Now!”
Tsukimi Narumi unleashed chains, binding the paralyzed Isis.
But the vampire’s head already reattached, wound sealing.
Fang Cheng teleported before Isis, driving his mother’s middle finger into her chest’s bloody cavity.
A shockwave erupted from Isis as chains held her fast.
The glowing digit sank deeper, numbers flashing across Fang Cheng’s vision:
-4
-6
-9
Life counts dwindled rapidly.
He shoved desperately, arm plunging through her torso until fingertips emerged from her back.
“DIE!”
Isis’s neck wound stopped healing. Her eyes reflected Fang Cheng’s face inches from hers as the fireball shrank, Idealism fading.
Gravity reclaimed them. They crashed through dying flames to strike the Ground.
Isis lay motionless beneath Fang Cheng, his arm buried in her chest.
Warmth flowed up his left arm – then vanished into the middle finger.
The trophy-hungry digit was stealing gains again.
Fang Cheng chopped off his left arm at the shoulder. When it regrew, the middle finger grudgingly returned.