Chapter 682 - Cruiser of Civilization

The Cruiser of Civilization made to leave, but Young Master Leaf locked it down, much to the anxiety and anger of the almighty beings inside. After all, they were rapidly burning through their power reserves.

Again, one of the almighty beings in the spacecraft spoke. “Sir, what exactly do you want? Why don’t we negotiate? Considering you have some of King Immortal-Slayer’s legacy medallions, you can freely enter and exit the Myriad Worlds Monarch Chart. We Mechfolk have been stuck here for over a million years. Cease your attack, sir, and free us. If you do, you’ll become a very important friend to the Mechfolk. We have outposts in many immortal worlds, even some of the thirty-third ranked ones. We can provide you with immense rewards, and even perform services for you. Just think of how powerful you would be with the Mechfolk as your ally!”

“Nonsense,” Young Master Leaf said, clearly unimpressed. “No fancy words from you are going to save you from me. In fact, thanks to your jabbering, after I take the Cruiser of Civilization I'll ensure you die a painful death. The only way to escape that would be to kill yourselves!

“Who cares about the Mechfolk? You think I want to have friends as despicable and lowly as you people? You have no hope whatsoever of gaining my friendship. I'm going to exterminate all despicable races such as yours. I don't even need the friendship of the legion of gods. I'm Young Master Leaf, and I don’t go around making friends. People who face me either die or become slaves! Sadly for you, you don’t even qualify to be a slave.”

His words contained nothing but despair. Even Yang Qi had to shake his head; this Young Master Leaf was clearly a deranged lunatic.

‘I need to think of a way to help these Mechfolk with their Cruiser of Civilization. It's obviously very powerful, but at the moment it’s getting very low on power. Well, I can give it more power.’

He had done business with the Mechfolk and was considered by them to be an important customer. Overall, he had a good relationship with them and knew that they treated all customers fairly. They also valued their reputation. In contrast, Young Master Leaf was obviously a threat. Once he found out that Yang Qi had some of King Immortal-Slayer's legacy medallions, he would never let him off the hook. He was definitely going to be an enemy, and a far greater threat than the young man in yellow had ever been. All in all, helping the Mechfolk out of this situation would be like helping himself.

‘What should I do? How can I help the Mechfolk without revealing myself? Getting into their spacecraft isn’t going to be easy, especially considering they have that Light of Civilization up. And even if I did get in, they would probably assume I was an enemy. Maybe I can use my Sagely Sacrifice to open a line of communication.’

He crept toward the battlefield and, when he was close enough, summoned an altar to sit on. Then he drew on the God Legion Seal and the Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth, causing a projection of the halls of heaven to appear. “Boundless Faith; Endless Psychic Power!”

A ball of vital energy appeared between his palms, which quickly took the shape of the Cruiser of Civilization.

Only a godly-class energy art like the Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth could be used to create a perfect replica of the Cruiser of Civilization in this way. Yang Qi carefully sent his divine will inside, backing it with the power of faith. It soon became an expression of will that hovered between existence and nonexistence, and could manifest as a faint voice.

Meanwhile, in the depths of this piece of the Cruiser of Civilization, countless Mechfolk were hurrying about, converting their vital energy into power for the spacecraft. Unfortunately, it was like throwing a cup of water on a burning cart of firewood.

On the bridge of the spacecraft there were several dozen thrones arrayed in front of an enormous photonic computer, which was working at top speed to negate the incoming attacks and divert power to relevant systems.

The thrones were occupied by Mechfolk patriarchs, all of them sweating profusely because of the deadly situation. They were Godmyths, none of them weaker than Proud Wing, yet so inferior to Young Master Leaf that they were all simply waiting to die.

“Devil tribulation. This is a true devil tribulation,” one of the patriarchs said, an elderly Mechfolk with a long white beard and a similarly white robe. His beard was so long it reached the deck beneath his feet, although the deck was absolutely clean, free of even a speck of dust. “What do we do? If things keep going on like this, we’re going to run out of power. We're not going to last long.”

“We might as well take them out with us,” said another of the patriarchs, who was bald and had a hunched back. “Let’s use the last power we have to fire the Cannon of Civilization. Hit them with everything we have!”

“No, you know that won't work,” another of the patriarchs said. “This part of the Cruiser of Civilization isn’t focused on battle, but rather operational elements. Yes, we can use the Cannon of Civilization, but at its strongest it can only take down Lesser Gods, and right now we only have access to a trillionth of its full power. You think that's going to do anything? Not only would it not kill our enemy, it would drain our power even faster.”

“Then what do we do? Just sit here and wait to die?”

“Power! We need powe