svetikya Chapter 661 Mold: Will I win if I encounter the numerical monster that defeated Juda? Yes, I will wi
Chapter 661 Mold: Will I win if I encounter the numerical monster that defeated Juda? Yes, I will wi
Chapter 661 Mold: Will I win if I encounter the numerical monster that defeated Juda? Yes, I will win!
Deep in space, a dark fleet swept across the land like locusts, its artillery fire tearing apart the planet's verdant surface, turning a vibrant world into a burning hell.
In the center of the fleet, a flagship with a menacing appearance, several times larger than the other warships, floated silently.
Inside the flagship's throne room, a figure covered in black and gold armor, with grotesque bone spikes resembling ribs adorning his chest, rested his chin on his hand, idly gazing down at the dying struggle of the planet below.
Mord, the great monarch of the Gua Empire.
"How boring."
Mold yawned; he had long since lost all interest in this one-sided conquest.
Just then, his heart skipped a beat. A familiar wave of resentment, originating from the depths of his bloodline, crossed the distant starry sea and clearly reached his senses.
That was the aura of his younger brother, Joda, filled with resentment and anger.
Mold abruptly stood up from his throne, his eyes, hidden beneath his helmet, instantly turning sharp.
"Oh my god—has the guy who will defeat you appeared?" he muttered to himself.
Immediately afterwards, through the porthole of the flagship, he saw the outer perimeter of the fleet, where a series of warships exploded one after another like lit firecrackers, turning into dazzling yet deadly fireworks.
The flames from the explosion formed a line and were moving straight toward the flagship at an incredible speed!
"They've arrived! They've defeated Juda's formidable enemy!"
Mold's fighting spirit was finally ignited. He clenched his fists, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.
However, before he could even order the entire army to engage, a streak of red, purple, and silver light, tearing through space, pierced through several escort ships in an instant, completely disregarding the laws of physics. Then, it crashed into the thick armor of the flagship beneath his feet.
boom-!!!
A violent explosion and shockwave swept through the entire throne room, tearing a massive gash in the sturdy alloy walls, and countless wires bursting with blinding sparks. The entire warship tilted in agony, burning wreckage and debris being sucked into the cold expanse of space by the powerful gravity.
Mold steadied himself amidst the impact, raised his head, and fixed his gaze on the massive figure slowly rising on the other side of the warship.
It was a giant in red, purple, and silver, with a tall and straight figure and smooth lines, full of indescribable beauty and power.
The giant slowly turned around, his bright white eyes calmly gazing at him.
"Ultraman?"
Mohr-De's voice was cold and angry; he squeezed out the words through clenched teeth, and boundless killing intent surged from his body.
"You despicable wretch! Today, I will tear you to pieces!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the bat-shaped battle axe in his hand transformed into a black light that distorted space, hurtling towards Tiga's head.
However, Tiga didn't even glance at it.
He simply raised his left hand casually, and with a backhand swift motion, he precisely caught the battle axe that was powerful enough to tear through space.
"What?" Mold was startled.
He immediately activated his telekinetic power, attempting to snatch the battle axe back from the opponent's hand.
The purplish-black psychic power, like a raging dragon, coiled around the battle axe, fiercely clashing with the pale psychic power emanating from Tiga's body.
Two invisible forces collided violently in mid-air, and the surrounding space groaned under the immense pressure.
The flagship's wreckage was squeezed and twisted by two forces, eventually turning into dust.
However, no matter how much Mold tried to activate his telekinesis, the bat-shaped battle axe remained motionless, as if it were welded to the opponent's hand.
"As expected of a psychic power at the level of a cosmic emperor."
Lin Yu's voice rang out calmly through Tiga's body, "Unfortunately, psychic power is, for me, the weakest skill."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tiga suddenly exerted force in his hand holding the battle axe.
"Snap—!"
A crisp, teeth-grinding cracking sound rang out.
That indestructible bat axe, forged from the highest technology of the Gua Empire and tempered by Mold's own power, was actually—crushed into pieces by Tiga with his bare hands!
Mold was stunned.
He stared blankly at the metal shards drifting from between Tiga's fingers.
"How could this be? My weapon, it actually—"
"You're the only one?"
Tiga looked around at the empty universe, seemingly somewhat disappointed. "Didn't Gina come along?"
Upon hearing the name, Mold snapped out of his shock, replaced by boundless rage.
"You actually dare to challenge both me and my sister at the same time? What an arrogant fool!"
He roared, his voice filled with the humiliation of being belittled, "This will make you pay for your arrogance."
He believed that as long as he created distance, he could definitely find an opportunity to counterattack by leveraging his control over the space.
However, the moment the thought crossed his mind, Tiga's figure vanished before his eyes.
not good.
Molde's mind was filled with alarm bells, but a cold smile appeared on his face.
"Hmph! You figured it out!"
To manipulate space in the face of something that is itself a distortion of space? How laughable.
Without even turning around, relying on his keen sense of space, he threw a backhand punch, precisely aimed at the direction where Tiga had appeared behind him. He was confident that this punch would be enough to blast any enemy who dared to sneak up on him into cosmic dust.
Fist collides with palm.
The anticipated scenario of the enemy being knocked away did not occur.
A heavy force, far beyond his imagination, as if the entire universe was pressing down on him, came from the other person's palm.
It blocked it, but not completely.
Mold's confidence vanished at that moment. A sharp pain shot through his arm, and he was forced to his knees by the immense force, slamming hard onto the sloping bridge floor.
The metal floor was smashed, leaving a deep dent.
Mold: "————"
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
He, the monarch of the Ancient Empire, the emperor of the universe, was actually—forced to kneel down by a single blow?
Endless humiliation and anger erupted in his heart like a volcano.
"How dare you—make the emperor kneel?!"
Just as he was about to unleash all his strength to get up and counterattack, a foot suddenly loomed larger in his field of vision.
boom!
Lin Yu delivered a powerful kick to Mold's chest without hesitation.
What the hell are you spouting?
I'll kick you!
Bang!
Lin Yu delivered a merciless kick, landing precisely on Mold's chest.
Mold felt as if he had been struck by an oncoming planet; his chest armor dented instantly.
It shattered, and the person flew backward like a kite with a broken string.
He crashed through several of his own warships in succession, and the enormous kinetic energy even allowed him to pierce through the thick inner wall of King Joe, the giant robot under his command made of superalloy, before finally turning into a meteor and tumbling into the endless depths of the universe.
He tumbled and rolled, smashing through countless meteorites before finally regaining his footing. He felt as if his sternum was about to break, his blood churning within him, and he was more disheveled than ever before.
He clutched his aching chest, gasping for breath, his eyes filled with horror and bewilderment.
For a brief moment, he even felt as if his consciousness had been kicked away.
What kind of monster is this guy?