Chapter 230: Pilot of Darklight (1/2)
Chapter 230: Pilot of Darklight
Translator: EndlessFantasy TranslationEditor: EndlessFantasy Translation
A mech flew out of the dark warship. Very swiftly it arrived by Thorn’s side and seized the lifeless commander floating in space; like a bird returning to its nest, a flawless swing drew towards the opened gate.
”My lord, I have returned,” a gentle voice rang in the captain’s room.
”Mhm, discovery?” an emotionless voice stated.
”Thorn has officially deceased, caused by a recursion ray right through his heart. An immediate death. Other than the two pores about the size of fingers, numerous slashes were found over his body. He should have been involved in an intensive fight before, where his foe could be also a fighter. The speculation, my lord, is that Thorn probably had a struggling fight with an ace fighter and was then sniped by one with a superior marksmanship, thus the instant death,” the gentle voice reported serenely, although the lips were shaking when ”recursion ray” was mentioned.
”Recursion? Are you sure it’s the recursion?” The warship commander’s emotionless voice was slightly quivering as he spoke.
”Yes sir,” the voice remained calm.
”Looks like our nemesis could not hold up any longer, though I wonder when did the MPA have their own ace fighters? I do feel much stranger when I realized the warship we faced was clearly not belonged to the MPA,” he scratched his chin and pondered.
”My lord, requesting a follow-up on this,” the gentle voice sounded serene as ever, while the commander could see the will of battle blazing in his eyes.
”Alright then. Better if you do. It’s been 50 years since we met the Pilot of Darklight as well as the Hunter in White. I am very much looking forward to this war. Mhm, bring Little Rock along. I will also hand you a quick transportation. Just go. Also, check out their motives for me,” the emotionless voice actually sounded concerned about his underlings.
”Thank you my lord,” the voice was filled with gratitude.
He boarded the powership, which was a boat of small diagonal, able to accommodate just two passengers. If one would relate the size of a warship to a large fish, the powership could very much be that thin bone within. Although the powership was rather petite compared to its counterparts in the armory of the Black Coves, its capabilities were not something to be shunned. It was mainly for infiltration and hunting purposes for its speed was superior while being capable of performing all kinds of turns easily. It was also installed with a massive amount of batteries to ensure sustainability in long travels. Technology-wise the Black Coves might be lagging behind compared to the R&D of MPA, but that was it. Black Coves were not incompetent at any other aspects. This tiny boat could also perform a space-jump and everyone in the Black Coves believed it to be probably the smallest spaceship that could warp through spaces in the entire galaxy.
The powership hovered out of the gate of its mothership, it then zoomed towards the Coxcomb.
One of the underlings in the captain’s room was hurrying the way out.
”Remain on our course,” the commander’s voice suddenly echoed.
”What about those privateers?” the underling was looking confused.
”Let them be. We have wasted enough time on them. Now we got to catch up, it’s all about speed,” said the commander as he rose from his seat and turned away after giving one last glance at the speeding powership on the screen. He left the room.
”Little Rock, it’s your time,” smiled Luo Wei, who had a charming smile of a late twenties that made him approaching, especially with that handsome face of his, a charmer he was. And no matter what had happened before him, he seemed to be always able to keep that serenity in his tone, which convinced the people his reliability.
”Sir Luo Wei… I… heh…” Little Rock’s face reddened. Compared to the handsome master leading the powership, the rocky boy was just an average boy. Nothing particularly attractive was found on his face. He was short and looked so puny that people wondered if he had ever eaten. But the Black Covers, despite being hefty and potent, were not looking down on this feeble boy. He was in fact, a genius, an absolute genius after all.
”Sir Luo Wei… is that…” halted Little Rock. ”Is that White Hunter really great?”
”Hmmm…” Luo Wei’s voice ran deep, ”It was also my first time seeing a White Hunter. They are eye-catching with their Recursion. Right, it’s a type of energy-based firearm that launches recursion rays. They are also master of ranged and extreme-ranged attacks. Rather terrorizing if you ask me. Based on the information from our heads, the grading system of MPA is the same stern as the Black Coves, while the Pilot of Darklight just so happened to be at the same level as the White Hunter. But it’s rare to have a White Hunter in MPA. Most of them were Divine in the tree. So it’s really weird to see a White Hunter here.”
”Meh,” Little Rock gave a disdained look. ”That Widdy Hunter is nothing in front of Luo Wei the great. Don’t they know how great our Pilots of Darklight are? Do they think their Widdy Hunter could win us?”
Luo Wei responded that statement with a smile. He said nothing, although his mind wandered away for a sec, for he knew that it would not be possible for these people to understand the depth of the Black Coves, not even himself, probably, what he knew was a mere tip of the iceberg.
Zztt!
Shang screamed, ”Wait what, those warships are leaving?”
”Leaving?” Ye Chong was also shocked by the report. Leaving the nemesis was not something the Black Covers would do.
”Wait no!” The mechanical voice shrieked, ”There’s one powership coming! Man we almost got cheated. Ha! Ha! Ha! Thanks to my wisdom and amazing sight! Tsk, tsk tsk, how could they…” And Shang got vain of himself again.
Ye Chong had no word for the artificial indulgence, like for real.
On the hologram screen he saw, that particular miniature spaceship rushing its way to them. The speed astonished Ye Chong a little.
”This fast? This could already compete with a mech!”
”Ye, this is known as a ‘powership’. It’s empowered of course it’s fast. Holy Mama, Ye, we are in hot water…” Shang sounded as if his tail was snapped.
”What’s wrong, Shang?” asked Ye Chong peculiarly.
”Ye, the pilot of this ship has to be an ace. The ship is prominently used to infiltrate enemies’ bases or to perform counter strike. They would utilize the maximum force of their mech to annihilate their foes. Whoever running on his mission has to the ace of the aces, not even Thorn could be close. Ye, we had overdone it. Something big is coming!”
”A stronger foe than Thorn…?” Ye Chong’s face drained. Fighting with Thorn was already energy consuming for him. He could never imagine killing Thorn by himself. Defeating foes was a fundamentally different concept to killing them. Anyone with experience in battles would know that.
And there he came, someone stronger than Thorn.
… Are we done? No way I would win… I wouldn't even survive… But what about Mu Shang…
”Ha!” In the midst of Ye Chong’s misery, Shang was giggling, ”Ha! Ha! Jajajajajajajaja! Ye, did you get frightened? Man Ye you could be a scaredy cat sometimes! Kekekekekeke! I was just messing with you! Tsk, tsk, tsk. Ye, you were that cool and indifferent usually, never knew I would have the chance to see the true you inside. Don’t judge a Ye by his face…” The last syllable trailed off, it was weird.
”Ugh.” The veins bloated on his forehead, there were greens and some blacks. He looked around, his hands swinging, nothing throwable was found. ”Ugh!” And he gave up.
Shang - probably sensed Ye Chong’s coming eruption - stated cheerfully, ”Jejeje, Ye my boy, don’t panic, I have already calculated our warping point. Hah! They wouldn't get us. Don’t even think about it!”
Beep. A fancy tap on the button.
Almost immediately after Shang’s words, Ye Chong could feel the acceleration by the Coxcomb. They had to give up… They no longer had the stamina to follow the privateers. Where would Grandpa Qian be? What about the others? Ye Chong was rational as he gave up searching for them under such chaos.
All he could do was to pray them having a good luck, a very good luck.
Beep. Beep. Tick. Little Rock’s face was grave as his eyes fixed upon the floating screen of the processor where the data was streaming in ticking beeps.