Chapter 711: Chapter 484: The Execution that Shook the Entire Planet
On the massive and stark combat deck of the Dawn Battleship, three giant hollows suddenly appeared, and then the elevating platforms began to slowly rise from these openings.
The three lonely-looking long-arrow-shaped muzzle slowly pushed upwards, and their rotation heralded the activation of these three peculiar artillery towers.
Everyone in the private spacecraft could tell at first glance that the three long cannons had a barrel diameter of at least 600mm, and they were surprisingly lengthy.
As those three dark cannon muzzles aimed at them, Mu Fan’s words appropriately reached them.
“So, please go die.”
This harsh killing intent, the tremor rising from the soul itself, made Donatello entire body uncontrollably shudder.
Never before had he feared death as much as at this moment, a fear that ran from spirit to flesh; he finally understood the reason for all this.
At a moment of negligence, the other party had blocked him in space, then threw an answer in front of him that was simply impossible.
Everything Mu Fan said had been recorded by the ship’s equipment, and Donatello was stalling second by second; he was waiting for that moment when the Federation Fleet would arrive.
He couldn’t die; there were still so many things he needed to handle, many ambitions in his heart yet to be realized.
“No, Mu Fan, I don’t want to die. We can still talk this over.”
“You can’t kill me. I am Young Master Tang. If you kill me, you will definitely not get away with it.”
However, Mu Fan didn’t respond; when he gently straightened himself after a slight bow, his pale, jade-like face now seemed like the Death God, and all they could see was the silently rotating gun barrel.
Finally, those three dark barrels were aimed directly at them.
The imminently approaching sense of death sent an icy chill up the spines of the five in the cockpit.
Fleets rushing across the ground and through the atmosphere saw this scene unfolding and were so terrified that their scalps prickled, hastily sending out a string of communication requests.
“Please cease your actions, sir. We are willing to negotiate all terms with you.”
“State your terms, and we guarantee to show you our sincerity in the shortest possible time, just spare our lives.”
…
But these voices, these messages, without exception, sank like stones in the sea.
Mu Fan quietly watched the messages scroll on the screen, showing no change in his expression.
His one and only purpose for coming here today was to take revenge.
I want Donatello’s life, and you…
Can you give it to me?
“Three shots.”
The situation completely reversed, and the onlookers in the private spacecraft finally heard Mu Fan speak again.
A glint of hope named ‘desperation’ rose from their eyes.
“What did you say?” An alert Donatello hadn’t quite caught what Mu Fan just said.
But he soon heard it because Mu Fan’s next words made Donatello utterly despair.
“I will fire three shots at you. If you survive, all our grievances will be completely wiped clean.”
It wasn’t a multiple-choice, not even a choice of one among many, but a singular definitive choice.
Mu Fan simply listened indifferently from a third-person perspective.
Anger flared in Donatello’s eyes!
Right now, there wasn’t even a single Mecha on the spacecraft, which left him cursing inwardly.
In space, two ships no more than two kilometers apart, firing from the opposing warship at this distance, would be equivalent to seeking death.
Just with a more pleasant-sounding name.
The opponent was blatantly insulting him.
At this moment, Donatello’s eyes were filled with resentment.
But there was one thing he got wrong. What Mu Fan really wanted to do was to fire back three shots with a handgun. The reason he didn’t was simply that he had no Mecha at hand.
Therefore, he had to resort to this “Cannon Execution,” which he didn’t feel much about.
As Mu Fan softly uttered the words “Fire,” a dim light flashed in the command hall.
Streams of information scrolled across the screen and finally formed two lines of text.
—[Spike-burst Light Spear, ready to fire]
—[Light Spear, fire]
Without a medium for sound to travel, the people on the Tang family’s private ship watched as if it were a scene of a silent light and shadow performance.
Three massive and slender white Light Spears instantly formed from those cannon muzzles.
There was no smoke, like that which accompanies a missile launch; the three massive Light Spears were ejected as if by a purely mechanical device, piercing through the veil in an instant.
Each Light Spear, about 600mm wide and over 30m long, penetrated the Tang family’s private spacecraft unobstructedly and buried deep.
It was as if a target had been instantaneously pierced through by three javelins, the thick Light Spears penetrating the spacecraft cleanly from one side to the other.
The two beautiful private flight attendants in the cabin paled with fright and collapsed to the floor.
Inside the cockpit, Donatello’s shock was so intense that he suddenly felt a warmth below his normally composed trousers; he had wet himself…
The great Young Master Tang had actually wet his pants at the moment of Cannon Execution.
“Haha, haha, it’s okay, we’re alright.”
However, he had no time to care about this because, apart from a slight shaking of the spacecraft, nothing else was happening.
He excitedly shook Sai’s arm next to him but failed to realize that the other showed no shared joy.
Instead, Sai closed his eyes, chin lifted, as if welcoming a sacred death rite.
Donatello also failed to notice the cold look in the eyes of the mask on the screen, which regarded him like a clown, devoid of sympathy or pity.
“Explosion countdown, 3, 2, 1!”
A line of text flashed in front of Mu Fan once again.
Then, the massive Light Spears, previously stable and bound by an unknown force field, suddenly became extremely unstable.
In the blink of an eye, the originally pure white color changed to an inexplicable orange-yellow.
And then…
Boom!
A massive wave of sound and furious energy instantly engulfed everything within the spacecraft’s hull.
The shock wave from the explosion even reached the cockpit before the sound.
Donatello, still excitedly shaking Sai’s arm, remained in that jubilant posture as he was directly consumed by the orange torrent.
The last thought that flashed through his mind before his body was ripped to pieces was:
Why didn’t I hear the sound?
From a distance in space, the once silent and dark private spacecraft suddenly emitted thin orange-yellow cracks.
But that image frozen for less than a hundredth of a second.
And then, a most beautiful and grand firework silently blossomed outside the Blue Capital Star’s atmosphere.
It bloomed on the screens of the Blue Capital Military Department headquarters, the Air Force Command, and the General Headquarters.
Numerous high-ranking officials repeated the same phrase to themselves upon witnessing the scene:
“Change is coming…”
Then, the news began to spread like lightning throughout the real upper echelons of society.
It reached Youshi Jun, who was engaging respectfully with his admirers; Youshi Wang, who was gently turning down suitors; Lin Wu, who reveled in raising a smiling toast; and Vinco Palma of the Iris Family, who had just stepped out from a guest room…
The emotion that crossed everyone’s face without exception was astonishment and shock.
It was the uncontrollable expression of someone whose worldview had been violently shaken by the sudden revelation of immense power.
Could it be that someone… had brazenly blown up Young Master Tang’s private spacecraft outside of Blue Capital Star?!
All 29 people aboard the spacecraft perished!
“Mu Fan, I designed the warship’s weaponry according to the standards of the Yake Empire’s Imperial Navy, so the main weapon of this warship is the six-configured Light Spear Matrix. It’s a pity it doesn’t have that ancient ammunition High Altitude Gun, which in the universe I come from, is the most intimidating method of execution,” Black lamented, regretting that the execution wasn’t perfect.
Normally, Mu Fan might have bantered with Black, but this time he ignored the ramblings of the Intelligent Life.
In this moment, that cold and eerie figure stood alone in the vast command hall, his gaze detached.
At this instant, he was colder than any assassin, truly an Executioner of the coldest blood.
He paid no attention to whether there were any innocent victims on the ship besides Donatello.
Morals, laws?
These words had never flickered through his mind.
He simply closed his eyes, his thoughts spreading out in that moment, as the image of the elf-like girl silently appeared in his mind.
I said I would help you find what you’ve lost.
I said I would give you the grandest fireworks.
I said, in this world, nothing is impossible.