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Chapter 210: The Hammer and the Anvil
Gravity is the only law that cannot be bribed. The Solar Ark—a city of marble and gold weighing fifty million tons—was screaming. The aerodynamic seals on the hull had failed. The gargoyles on the parapets were ripping off, tumbling into the slipstream like gravel. The incense smoke inside the nave didn't drift anymore; it was flattened against the floor by the G-force. Lin Jin held the control yoke. His steel fingers had punched through the leather grips and dug into the metal chassis beneath. He wasn't steering a ship; he was wrestling a falling mountain. "Pull up!" The High Priest shrieked, his voice distorted by the rattling of his own teeth. He was dangling from Lin Jin’s other hand, his silk robes flapping violently in the gale rushing through the broken window. "The Spire! You'll kill the Pontiff! You'll kill God!" "God can dodge," Lin Jin growled. The view through the shattered Rose Window was terrifying. The ground was rushing up to meet them at Mach 3. The Solar Spir
Chapter 209: The Eclipse Protocol
The light was deafening. It wasn’t a sound; it was a frequency so intense it vibrated the rivets out of Lin Jin’s steel plating. The Solar Ark opened its main cannon—God’s Hammer—and the sky turned white. "Warning," Vulkan’s voice cracked over the comms, reduced to a static whisper. "Thermal spike detected. It’s not a laser, Boss. It’s a directed coronal mass ejection. If that hits the factory, we don't just die. We evaporate." Lin Jin didn't answer. He couldn't. His vocal processor had shut down to divert power to his thrusters. He was a black speck flying into the heart of a supernova. His stolen Seraphim wings were burning, the golden feathers turning into slag that dripped down his legs. He wasn't fast enough. The cannon fired. VOOOM. A pillar of pure, concentrated sunlight the width of a city block slammed down. The air didn't move out of the way; it burned. The clouds vanished instantly. The sound of the atmosphere tearing apart was like the universe screaming. Lin Jin
Chapter 208: The Weeping Angels
The sky wasn't a battlefield. It was a slaughterhouse. The steam catapults of the Iron Grave screamed, launching a hundred Skeleton Angels into the purple clouds. They didn't have divine grace. They had rusted joints, leaking hydraulics, and stolen golden wings that were bolted into their shoulder blades with crude steel rivets. They looked like a swarm of locusts rising from hell to eat the sun. Lin Jin flew at the tip of the spear. The interface ports on his back were burning. The stolen hard-light wings were rejecting him. Every flap sent a spike of agony through his neural link, like someone dragging a serrated knife down his spine. [System Warning: Bio-Rejection 400%.] [Pain Inhibitors: MAX.] [Altitude: 3,000 meters.] "For the Horde... no, wait, for the overtime pay!" Vulkan’s roar from the ground was drowned out by the wind shear. Lin Jin slammed into the first enemy. It was a Seraphim, four meters tall, wielding a spear of condensed sunlight. Its movements were perfect
Chapter 207: The Sky Burial
The workshop smelled of burnt feathers and ozone. Vulkan stood over a workbench, holding a severed Seraphim wing. The hard-light feathers were still flickering, trying to reconnect to a nervous system that was currently being digested by the bio-reactor. "It's Plug-and-Play," Vulkan said, jamming the golden wing socket into the rusted shoulder blade of a skeletal trooper. CRUNCH. The bone splintered. Vulkan ignored it. He grabbed a welding torch and fused the joint with a bead of molten steel. "If you ignore the screaming," Vulkan grinned, his red optical sensors zooming in on the weld. "The interface is surprisingly compatible. The Federation uses holy light. We use necrotic electricity. Voltage is voltage." Lin Jin watched the surgery. It was blasphemy. A rusted, oil-stained skeleton, stripped of dignity, now sporting a pair of pristine, glowing golden wings. It looked like a demon trying to sneak into heaven wearing a stolen coat. "Does it fly?" Lin Jin asked. "Theoretica
Chapter 206: The No-Fly Zone
The sky didn't rain water. It rained gold. The Seraphim didn't just dive; they pierced the smog layer like needles through wet silk. Twelve of them. Giants clad in aerodynamic plate armor, their wings burning with hard-light propulsion that screamed in a frequency high enough to shatter glass. BOOM. The first sonic boom hit the factory floor. It wasn't noise. It was a physical hammer. The remaining windows of Sector 7 exploded inward. Shards of dirty glass rained down on the assembly lines. Lin Jin was thrown against a support pillar. His magnetic boots locked, sparking against the iron floor, but the sheer displacement of air dented his chest plate. "Status!" he roared over the screaming turbines. "We're taking fire!" Vulkan was on the roof, manning a quad-barrel flak cannon. "They're too fast! My targeting sensors can't lock! They move like light!" Above them, the Seraphim pulled out of their dive. They banked in perfect unison, defying inertia. They didn't drop bombs. They
Chapter 205: The Harvest
The mud in the trenches wasn't brown anymore. It was a thick, red paste that sucked at the boots of the dead and the undead alike.Silence had returned to Sector 7, but it wasn't the silence of peace. It was the silence of a butcher shop after closing time. The screaming had stopped, replaced by the wet, rhythmic sound of dragging.Lin Jin stood on the gantry overlooking the main conveyor belt.Below him, the Iron Legion was working. They weren't fighting; they were harvesting.Skeletal soldiers, missing arms or jaws, dragged the corpses of the Federation Paladins out of the mud. They tossed the white-armored bodies onto the belts with mechanical indifference. Thud. Thud. Thud.The belts hummed, carrying the fallen crusaders into the mouth of the factory."Efficiency," Lin Jin whispered. His voice processor was still raspy from the railgun feedback. "It’s the only morality left."He watched a Paladin—a young man, maybe twenty, his face frozen in a rictus of holy terror—disappear into
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