Chapter 10: The Furious Breakthrough at Sea: A Charge to Perish Together
The blood and fire boiling in the raging sea roared like molten lava gushing from the deepest wounds of the universe.
He Feng’s commanding declaration thundered across the battlefield like a bolt of lightning: “Rally to me! Fight for the survival of our race!” It ignited a fierce flare of hope in the abyss of despair.
The moment the order was given, the entire collapsing battlefield of the angry sea seemed injected with a violent adrenaline surge.
The male angel warriors, who had been recklessly charging to their deaths in a desperate attempt to break the female angel defenses, now showed a flash of clarity and resolve in their blood-red eyes.
They changed course, no longer rushing towards the dense death traps set by the female angels. Instead, like a returning swarm of bees driven by mad resolve, they surged toward the only silver coordinate still shining on the holographic star map—the S7-Y9 sector, where He Feng’s Second Legion was stationed.
“Follow the God of War!!”
“For the flame of life! Break through!!”
“The general is calling us! Charge—!!!”
The comm channels instantly drowned in fervent roars! The fragmented male angel troops, leaderless and fighting individually—whether officers piloting battered warships or soldiers waging desperate battles with wings and wreckage—found a singular direction.
They abandoned futile skirmishes, pouring their last reserves and madness into the march toward He Feng.
A medium-sized destroyer, its rear hull melted through and billowing black smoke, bore a captain with half his face burnt away, his remaining eye fiercely fixed on the rally point.
Ignoring energy beams striking from the side, he pushed the engine beyond limits to 150%! “Full speed ahead! Even if we have to ram through, we’ll carve a path to the general!”
The ship’s blazing white tail flame stretched out as it blazed like a comet, stubbornly enduring the interception fire. The hull continuously fractured under dense bombardment, yet still it charged madly toward its target.
Several battered high-speed assault boats weaved nimbly through a dense mesh of energy beams.
Their pilots’ eyes bloodshot, they pushed their maneuverability to the brink, narrowly evading death at every turn, their vessels accumulating fresh scars and scorch marks.
“Faster! A little faster! The general is waiting for us!” the pilots’ hoarse roars echoed through the comms.
On the ground, soldiers who had lost their vehicles leaned against the burning wreckage of a massive engine, blocking the pursuing female angels’ blazing swords with alloy longswords while painfully moving toward the silver light.
One soldier, pierced through the thigh, roared as he pinned the enemy’s blade with his body, then stabbed back into the attacker’s abdomen before dragging his wounded leg forward, limping onward and leaving a trail of glaring blood.
This sudden, highly unified flood of retreating forces struck with greater impact and fervor than the female angels had anticipated.
They had just redeployed troops to fill the gaps torn open by the suicidal charges, and now they faced countless enemy remnants surging like a breaking dam toward the same point.
The interception units suffered heavy losses under such reckless, life-for-life charges by the male angels; the once solid defensive line was shattered and riddled with holes.
The female angels encircling He Feng’s Second Legion in their “Immovable Mountain” formation faced pressure that doubled instantly.
They had to maintain the siege of the core while detaching forces to intercept the frenzied male angel remnants rushing in from all directions. He Feng keenly seized this fleeting opportunity.
“Rain! The time has come!” He Feng’s cold voice thundered through the bridge of the *Radiance*.
“Form the spearhead formation! Target: the west side of the angry sea, coordinate B7-R4! That is the weakest point of their encirclement! Break it open!”
“Yes, General!” Rain’s eyes blazed with fanatical battle fervor as he shouted hoarsely, “All units, listen up! Spearhead formation! Target B7-R4! Maximum engine power! Assault fleet, tear open a path for us!”
“Charge—!!!”
The long-suppressed roar of the Second Legion burst forth like thunder! The once steadfast “Immovable Mountain” dissolved instantly, reforming into a massive, silver spearhead flashing with vengeful cold light.
The engine nozzles emitted unprecedented brilliance as the entire legion, like a beast breaking its chains, launched a fierce breakout charge toward He Feng’s designated direction.
Yet the female angels responded swiftly.
“Report! He Feng’s main force is moving! Targeting the west side at B7-R4! That’s our flank junction!” On the *Skyblade*, He Xi’s cool voice carried a hint of gravity.
“He’s attempting to break out! The target is the entrance to the angry sea—Great Tiger Bridge!”
Kaisa’s icy eyes flared with murderous intent. “Order all besieging units! Abandon intercepting the remnants! Full contraction! Pin him down where he stands!
Liang Bing, speed up! He Xi, immediately mobilize all reserves! Seal off every route to the boundary sea! He must not escape!”
The Three Kings’ will unified instantly. The priority to eliminate Hua Ye was forcibly lowered; capturing He Feng, the tiger about to break free, became the paramount task.
Countless reinforcement orders were issued. Behind the female angel frontline, weakened by the male angels’ assault, more warships and white-winged figures surged like a tide toward B7-R4.
A deadlier, thicker net of death was rapidly woven before He Feng’s spearhead breakout.
“General! Enemy reinforcements are building multiple interception lines directly ahead of our breakout! Fire density is sharply increasing! The assault fleet is suffering heavy losses!” Rain’s voice was tense.
On the holographic star map, white points symbolizing female angel reinforcements rapidly amassed and thickened at B7-R4.
Time—time was life itself. Every second wasted increased their breakout’s cost exponentially.
Once the female angels’ reinforcement line solidified, total annihilation awaited them.
He Feng stood on the *Radiance*’s bridge, his icy gaze sweeping over the star map’s rapidly thickening death barrier, then over the battered remnants who had sacrificed greatly to break through the outer blockade and painfully join the Second Legion’s ranks.
Their warships were scarred, their wings stained with blood, yet in their eyes burned the last flames of loyalty and trust in him.
A resolute fire erupted violently within He Feng’s frozen chest.
He spun sharply and strode toward the assault bay with lightning speed.
“General?! Where are you going?!” Rain cried out in horror.
“The flagship is too large, too slow,” He Feng’s voice was resolute and commanding. “Rain, I’m transferring command to you. Follow the original breakout plan. I’ll go and open the breach for you.”
“No! General! It’s too dangerous! Let me go!” Rain urged.
“Execute the order!” He Feng’s voice chilled like eternal ice, embodying the absolute authority of a war god.
“Remember! Your lives now belong to them—belong to the future! Live on!”
Before the last word faded, He Feng had vanished down the corridor to the assault bay.
Moments later, a sleek, black, razor-edged small high-speed assault boat—the *Shadow Shuttle*—shot out violently from the *Radiance*’s vast hull.
Its engine erupted with a nearly silent, eerie blue blaze. The craft became a black lightning bolt tearing through the void, instantly outpacing the entire Second Legion’s spearhead formation by several times, boldly racing toward the rapidly thickening female angel interception line, glittering with countless charging cannon muzzles.
He Feng forcibly linked the *Shadow Shuttle*’s communication channel to all male angel combat public channels. His cold, hoarse, yet moltenly burning voice exploded into every battle-worn male angel’s ears:
“Warriors of the heavenly palace! Open your eyes and see!”
His voice carried a soul-rending blend of sorrow and fury, piercing through engine roars and energy shrieks.
“Look behind us! The *Heavenly Palace* is falling! The royal banner is about to drop! Our home, for which we once bled, is now a crucible of hell!”
“Look around us! Mountains of fallen comrades! Rivers of brotherly blood! The order we once guarded has condemned us to this desperate fate!”
“Look ahead! Those self-proclaimed righteous female angels!”
“They build walls and raise slaughtering knives! They want not victory, but the total extermination of the sons of our angelic civilization!”
“They seek to erase our names from history! To brand our descendants with eternal shame!”
Each word struck all male angel warriors like a searing iron branding their hearts. Despair, anger, refusal, betrayal—all negative emotions ignited and exploded instantly!
“They give us no path to live!” He Feng’s voice soared to its peak, blazing with a war fury fierce enough to burn stars and a resolve to burn all to ash.
“Then we’ll show them with action—”
“Sons of angels! Better to die standing than live on our knees!”
“They want us dead? Fine!!”
“Then we’ll drag them down—”
“Together to hell—!!!”
“Brothers! Charge with me!”
“To death—!!!”
“Kill!!!!!!”
The final roar ignited the core of a star dormant for billions of years. The cry “Together to death” was no longer a mournful wail but a heroic battle hymn, a resolute charge, a fierce defiance against fate itself.
“Together to death—!!!”
“Kill—!!!”
“Drag them down to hell—!!!”
The entire breakout male angel army—veterans of the Second Legion and newly joined remnants alike—burned with souls aflame. Their primal genetic marks of brutality, bloodlust, combat, courage, and loyalty surged and transcended under He Feng’s life-ignited battle cry.
They forgot pain, fear, even the very purpose of breaking out. Only one raw, violent thought remained:
—Charge forward! Tear them apart! Die alongside the enemy! With the most glorious death, open hell’s gate for their comrades and brothers behind!
The *Shadow Shuttle* blazed like a black meteor, leading the charge as it smashed into the rapidly forming female angel interception line. Just before entering the dense fire net, its canopy exploded open.
A silver figure burst forth, suffused with unyielding resolve, like a divine sword severed from gravity’s chains.
It was He Feng.
His pristine white wings spread to their limit, each beat generating ear-piercing sonic booms and violent gusts.
His “Dominion” sword was already drawn, the dark blade carving a deadly afterimage in the void.
With flesh and blood faster than the assault craft, He Feng alone led the charge, sword in hand, crashing into the dense, white, forest-like female angel interception formation.
“Stop him!!” the female angel commander’s sharp cry rang out.
Energy beams rained down like a storm, and countless blazing swords closed in, sealing off all his escape routes.
He Feng did not dodge.
His eyes blazed with icy fire. His body twisted in midair with near-impossible agility, evading the most lethal focused fire. Meanwhile, his “Dominion” sword became a blurred, shadowy wheel of dark light.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
A barrage of metallic clashes rang out. Dozens of blazing swords aimed at his vital points were precisely parried and deflected.
The searing heat caused his ancient silver armor to glow a dark red, but his momentum never faltered.
Swish! Swish!
Two female angels attempting to flank him had their throats instantly pierced by his swordlight. Their bodies were flung back by the force of his charge.
A female angel squad leader dove down from above, her blazing sword smashing downward toward He Feng’s head.
He Feng neither dodged nor parried. His left hand shot out like lightning, grabbing the attacker’s wrist holding the sword.
The immense force stunned the female angel. Using his right hand, he swung “Dominion” upward, cleaving both her and the blade in two.
More female angels lunged forward, their eyes bloodshot. They knew that stopping this war god meant the fleet behind would be trapped like fish in a barrel.
He Feng weaved, blocked, and countered through the dense sword web. His movements remained precise and effective but no longer as composed as at his peak.
His ancient silver armor accumulated new wounds: a sly swordlight slit his left arm’s armor, blood instantly staining it; his right knee armor was shattered by a fierce sword strike, sending bone-cracking pain inward; his back took grazes from two energy beams, charring the armor and burning deep into his insides.
“Ugh!” A muffled grunt escaped his clenched teeth. Yet his charge grew only more violent.
Like an untiring, pain-immune war machine, he carved a bloody path through the white forest of death.
Wherever he passed, limbs flew, burning feathers crowned him like a funeral pyre.
“Keep up with the general! Die together!!” Rain’s eyes brimmed with tears as he screamed watching the silver figure battling through enemy lines.
The Second Legion’s spearhead, led by He Feng—the sharpest human-shaped war spear—battered into the female angels’ interception line, unleashing fierce close combat.
But female angel reinforcements swelled, thickening the line. Pressure on He Feng peaked.
An aged female angel soldier descended, wielding twin blazing swords in a ruthless upward slash.
Clang—!!!!
A ringing bell-like clang shattered the air.
He Feng’s “Dominion” sword, battle-worn and riddled with fine cracks, could no longer bear the stress. It shattered like a broken star, the half-broken blade spinning into the void.
The female veteran’s blazing sword also snapped under the recoil.
Both weapons destroyed simultaneously.
He Feng did not pause. As if expecting this, he discarded the broken hilt and lunged forward like a leopard.
His left hand, fingers curled like hooks, screamed through the air, accurately grasping the throat of the stunned female veteran.
Crack!
A sickening crunch of crushed throat bone echoed. The female veteran’s shocked eyes froze as her body went limp.
At the same time, He Feng’s right leg whipped back like a steel whip.
Bang!
A brutal spinning kick struck the temple of another female angel attacking from behind.
Her skull instantly indented grotesquely. Without a scream, she flew off like a broken kite, her neck twisting unnaturally.
The assault did not cease. As He Feng retracted his leg, a third female angel seized the moment, her blazing sword striking fiercely at his exposed left shoulder.
Sssshh—!
Searing pain engulfed him. The sharp blade pierced the gap in his silver shoulder armor, plunging deep into flesh and burning him. Hot blood sprayed instantly.
“Ahh—!” He Feng growled through clenched teeth, veins bulging on his forehead. Yet the fire in his eyes burned even brighter.
He made no move to draw the blade out or step back. Instead, propelled by the stabbing force, he spun violently.
His right fist clenched, gathering every ounce of strength, fury, and indomitable will, tracing a near-perfect upward hook punch.
His fist tore through the air with unstoppable resolve, striking the chin of the female angel who had stabbed him.
Bang—Crack!!!
Like a hammer smashing a ripe watermelon, the terrifying force exploded.
The female angel’s delicate jaw and half her face shattered and deformed.
Blood and shattered teeth sprayed wildly. She was hurled backward, dropping her blazing sword in agony.
Without glancing at the flying corpse, He Feng’s bloodshot, icy eyes fixed on the blazing sword still embedded in his shoulder.
He gritted his teeth against the piercing pain and burning sensation, then grasped the scorching hilt with his left hand.
Sizzle—
The stench of burning flesh filled the air. Yet he paid no mind, exerting force.
Pffft!
Blood spurted as he wrenched the blazing sword from his shoulder. The blade glowed red-hot, dripping his burning blood.
He Feng gripped the captured blazing sword, but the hilt pulsed a strong repelling force and burning sting.
Female angels’ blazing swords were genetically encrypted and bound. Without their owner, the flames could not activate, and the repelling field scorched the wielder.
“Hmph!” A cold sneer flickered in He Feng’s eyes. Can’t activate? So what?!
Ignoring the pain searing his palm, he gripped the scalding hilt tightly, treating the powerless blazing sword as a heavy, jagged metal club.
Dragging its tip through the void, he charged again like a raging tiger into the densest cluster of female angel interceptors ahead.
No swordsmanship—only raw, violent power unleashed.
Smash! Sweep! Slash! Thrust!
He shattered a female angel’s helmet with the heavy “iron club,” denting her skull.
He swept aside two female angels attempting to flank him, their bones cracking audibly.
Like a primal beast, he rammed enemies aside with his shoulder, crushed ribs with his knees, and smashed necks with elbows.
Each strike added new scars and bloodstains to his ancient silver armor. His wounds multiplied, blood nearly staining half his silver warplate, but his charge never faltered.
Like a battle god clawing out of hell’s blood pool, he cleared a path for his brothers behind with brutal, direct ferocity.
“General—!!!”
“General He Feng—!!!”
Every male angel witnessing this—veterans and remnants alike—felt their souls shaken and purified.
A profound mixture of tragic heroism, reverence, and a wild, all-or-nothing battle spirit engulfed them.
“Together to death—!!!”
“Drag them down to hell—!!!”
“Clear the way for the general—!!!”