Chapter 511: God Throws the Ball
Chapter 511: God Throws the Ball
This method of dropping trash from high altitude was something Fang Cheng thought up on the spot.
But thinking carefully, wasn’t this exactly like the legendary orbital weapon system ‘God’s Staff’ from the stories?
Though God’s Staff remained nothing but an impossible concept till now.
Even with combined kinetic energy from falling, gravitational potential energy, and carried fuel energy, its destructive power wouldn’t outmatch a rocket launch by much.
The core issue was the weaponized ‘God’s Staff’ being too lightweight – current rocket technology couldn’t lift heavier payloads skyward.
Unless humans could crack the technology behind alien spaceship engines.
Fang Cheng worked differently. His created blood sphere weighed more than even he could measure, matching a genuine meteorite.
And the bigger it was, the scarier the damage.
If Fang Cheng could make a blood sphere 10 kilometers wide with trillion-ton mass – more like an asteroid – and drop it from space…
He alone could wipe out Earth’s ecosystem and all life.
Even his current blood sphere, when dropped from height, packed tactical nuclear weapon-level force.
Next time someone annoyed him, he’d just make a giant blood sphere above their head and let gravity do the work.
This absolutely counted as an original super move. Could name it God Throws the Ball.
Now the evil god became first victim, pinned motionless under the crushing blood sphere.
Being poor at physics-based attacks, it couldn’t shake off this crimson weight quickly.
Fang Cheng hovered midair catching his breath, admiring his handiwork. He asked Tsukimi Narumi: “Well? Bought enough timeline?”
A glint of approval showed in Tsukimi Narumi’s frosty gaze.
She hadn’t expected Fang Cheng to restrain the evil god through such simple means.
Simple method, yet few could execute it.
Not everyone possessed Fang Cheng’s absurd blood-generating capacity.
A single person surpassed all the women in a city.
“Enough!”
Tsukimi Narumi answered while picking an open space.
She lifted her Giant Sword skyward. Black flames erupted from the blade, shooting up to form a hundred-meter pillar of fire.
These dark flames didn’t emit light – instead they devoured surrounding brightness like miniature black holes.
After holding this pose, Tsukimi Narumi gripped her sword with both hands and swung down.
“EX—Curry Stick!!”
Not that she actually shouted this – Fang Cheng mentally dubbed the attack himself.
The fiery pillar descended, cutting a straight black scar through the air.
Looking closer, this line consisted of lingering black flames burning midair.
When Tsukimi Narumi finished, her Giant Sword had drawn a kilometer-long fire line standing vertical in the sky.
Tsukimi Narumi didn’t sheathe the Giant Sword. The black flames on the blade still linked to the fire line, seemingly supplying power.
Seconds later, the fire line slowly split down the middle like a door being pushed open.
Beyond it lay not darkness, but a starry sky filled with stars of all sizes.
Seeing this vast, deep cosmos, Fang Cheng’s first thought was of the sacrificial ceremony Walker had conducted underground recently.
That same starry sky had appeared then, looking nearly identical.
Remembering Dr. X’s rumor about his mother possibly being extraterrestrial, Fang Cheng swiftly pulled his phone from his shadow and snapped photos of the stars.
He’d have someone compare them later.
As Tsukimi Narumi kept “opening the door,” the evil god pinned below stirred.
“Ugh!”
Its massive body shuddered, emitting visible shockwaves that rippled outward, constantly sweeping over everything around.
The ground cracked under the vibrations, and the blood sphere crushing the evil god’s body developed web-like cracks.
It wouldn’t be long before it broke free.
Fang Cheng felt like he’d been slapped in the face—he’d just assumed the evil god lacked physical attack methods, and now it proved him wrong.
Tsukimi Narumi warned, “Stop it. I can’t fight now.”
She was using her power to push the door open, leaving her immobilized.
Fang Cheng had to fly back down.
Blood scattered around him coalesced into countless sharp, spiraled steel spikes that shot toward the thrashing evil god.
Most shattered against the shockwaves, but a few pierced the evil god’s body, drilling deeper into its flesh.
Fang Cheng planned to detonate them inside its body for maximum damage.
Yet the spikes were instantly tainted by black venom upon entry, severing his control and ruining his plan.
The whole creature was toxic—he worried if mother’s left arm inside it was tainted too.
The evil god’s two colossal eyes suddenly locked onto him.
Fang Cheng flinched, unwilling to relive being drowned on the ocean floor.
Blood around him molded into copies of Fang Cheng that darted in all directions, blocking the evil god’s line of sight.
Simultaneously, he boosted solar ray to Level 4.
Life: -85
Remaining: 224
Solar Ray Lv4
Instantly, over a hundred Fang Chengs materialized, swarming the evil god’s body.
Every clone fired blazing rays from their eyes, lighting up the night with golden light.
The Level 4 solar ray’s power surpassed even Joanna, the Superwoman who barely trained her powers.
Thousand-degree heat melted and vaporized everything in its path, searing deep into the evil god’s body, vaporizing the black venom.
The solar ray was an all-purpose ability with immense potential. When pushed to its limit, it could instantly reduce objects to plasma.
Hundreds of Fang Cheng’s doppelgangers surrounded the evil god, golden solar rays cutting through its flesh masses like lasers. Fang Cheng thought that with enough time, he could slice this deity into serving plates.
The evil god’s magical wail made tendrils burst from his clones’ chests. This parasitic method didn’t need facehuggers – larvae directly implanted themselves in hosts, devouring flesh to become twisted monsters.
Even Fang Cheng felt something eating his life essence inside his chest. He crushed the invader using blood control. Around him, hundreds of clones transformed into miniature evil gods – stronger than those infecting regular humans.
Surrounded by these monstrosities, Fang Cheng shouted at Tsukimi Narumi: “Done yet?!”
She’d pushed the door wide open, revealing a starry void that seemed to suck viewers in. Burning edges shot thick black chains toward the evil god. “Remove your sphere!” Tsukimi’s mental voice commanded.
Fang Cheng vaporized the blood sphere as small evils attacked. A dragon’s roar erupted from him, shockwaves blasting the creatures away. His AOE skills worked.
Freed from gravity suppression, the evil god moved – only to get tangled in fresh chains. The colossal being got dragged toward the door but resisted with its massive weight, breaking chains in a tug-of-war.
Tsukimi stood frozen, powering the portal. Sweat dripped down her stone face. Fang Cheng dodged multiplying monsters – each killed one split into more.
“Push it through!” Iyaya’s voice stabbed his mind. “Tsukimi can only last thirty minutes.”
“Then help!” Fang Cheng snapped.
Iyaya mocked, “Want me to possess you forever?”
He froze. After the Isis battle, he’d only used Word Spirit Technique for healing. Letting this goddess manifest? Never.
Iyaya pressed: “Fail and we get new proxies, but Ye Yuqing dies.”
Using Vector Control to repel attackers, Fang Cheng glared at the stuck deity. “Mother’s left arm’s inside – won’t we lose it?”
“That place only takes the evil god. Move!”
Making distraction clones, Fang Cheng teleported away. Two minutes gone. Twenty-eight left.
“Tsukimi’s weakening,” Iyaya warned. “The girls’ souls can’t hold…”
“Shut up!” Fang Cheng growled. “Get me Italy’s cannon and I’ll shove it through!”
Since when did she nag? Moving this mountain-sized god defied physics. The blood sphere used Earth’s gravity – beyond his strength.
He spotted the grounded Ark. An idea flashed.
There was his hammer.
He teleported toward the vessel.