Chapter 1221 - 1218: Mischief Maker

"Make sure they are all properly equipped!"

Ansheng nodded with confidence and continued, "Since they don't understand human words, I do have a bit of compassion!"

The issue of the [Eco-Piercing Insect] is not complicated; it's simply that the "landlord" is preparing to clean up Blue Star, clearing away the dangerous remnants of the First and Second Epochs to make it easier for the current mainstream biological groups on Blue Star, whose sudden disaster might wipe them out.

And while doing so, send some benefits to oneself to enable the creation of high-performance gadgets.

The whole matter is just such a thing.

However, when adding humans, countries, and interests as variables, simple matters instantly become complex.

The mutual scheming and dark battles could almost perform a new [The Three Upper Chronicles].

"As Master Fuli said, if any complications arise during the process, then they don't deserve any mercy, and let's not blame oneself for being ruthless."

"I am a man of my word, and they wouldn't want to embarrass themselves in front of voters, would they?"

Ansheng smiled, grabbing a silver fork to stab a piece of cake and stuff it into his mouth.

"That's hard to say..." Li Wenkang came back to his senses, shrugged in response:

"Failure is indeed terrible, but often the success and gain of neighboring countries make people regret even more."

Position determines stance; sometimes, what seems like foolish decisions are merely due to differing stands.

Not benefiting the general populace doesn't necessarily mean harming the power-money transactions and "revolving door" behind-the-scenes.

Though Master Fuli's words reached them, the financial backers behind the officials don't care; at worst, it's just sacrificing a pawn on the surface.

"Gah—poisonous!"

As Li Wenkang spat out complaints, Shasha suddenly raised both arms to clutch his throat in agony, saying:

"Genetic testing indicates the food is poisonous and locked my swallowing ability; low-power mode can't neutralize it...."

"How could there be poison?" Party host Miyel widened his eyes, glanced at the food on the table, looked towards Master Fuli with a worried expression, saying:

"It's a misunderstanding! Everything was freshly sea-caught, and when preparing sashimi, I specifically instructed that ingredients should only pass through the palms of fair-skinned maidens; absolutely no hair allowed...."

Although the ingredients were just freshly caught Atlantic salmon, compared to silver salmon used in cooked meals, Miyel personally oversaw the entire cooking process concerning Master Fuli.

In minor details, Miyel repeatedly emphasized scraping off the chefs' body hair like slaughtering pigs.

The person arranging the dishes had to wear five layers of gloves, afraid that Master Fuli might taste salty sweat or body odor.

"No...this shouldn't be related to you." Ansheng looked strangely at the decorative plate of plums on the table.

Shasha, after feeling sick of sashimi, prepared to take a pickled plum to cleanse his palate.

But that plum, seemingly harmless, differed greatly in appearance and actual taste; upon consuming it, biological instincts detected inconsistency and locked his throat in advance.

Preventing Shasha from mistaking excrement for jelly beans.

"Have a sip of water..." Ansheng, with an odd expression, passed a glass of cola to Shasha.

"Phew...I need to lower my body's sensitivity; it just determined that I ingested a highly toxic fruit."

Shasha guzzled water, exhaled a murky breath, clicked his tongue, and wiped the corner of his mouth to complain.

Miyel's face turned dark: "......"

"Sis, why are you eating that decoration? Leaving me to imagine Master Fuli in a furious rage, slapping me into my original form and cooking me in a hot pot."

...

Following the dining room interlude, Miyel saw every dish as potentially toxic, nervously ended the meal and invited Master Fuli to relax in the hot spring.

Time was slipping by.

The satellite competition in outer space peaked in the instant a shadow of a meteor emerged.

The surface of the Thorn Insect was enveloped by a shock-absorbing layer like airflow, stretching from head to tail about a hundred meters, its shoulder height possibly exceeding some low-rise buildings.

Everything in its path transformed into dust, colliding with all smaller meteorites along the way.

[Star Raider] operated at full power, streams of white airflow sprayed from its surface for tactical evasions, with onboard cameras recording the [Thorn Insect]'s descent.

"Master Fuli, the thing has arrived!"

Footage from the onboard camera was broadcast to Li Wenkang's handheld military terminal, showing a speedometer:

"The Thorn Insect has reached outer space; judging by current camera-estimated speed, it'll land in eighty-four seconds at the fastest, or ninety-eight seconds at the slowest."

"Russia's interceptor missiles have launched—"

When the Thorn Insect entered Blue Star's gravitational zone, its speed was thirteen kilometers per second; entering the atmosphere, the air resistance massively slowed it down.

Yet its speed still remained two to three kilometers per second.

"Here it comes!"

Lying on a massage chair, Master Fuli enjoying Miyel's feeding sat up, glancing at swim-shorts-clad Li Wenkang, saying:

"Aside from Russia's missiles, is there anything odd?"

"There is, during our hot spring soak, a ground combat vehicle convoy arrived in Alaska, seemingly carrying some giant apparatus," Li Wenkang responded.

Observing Xia Country's initial move regarding Master Fuli, Russia and America naturally contemplated.

Things falling from the sky must be treasures, and they're plotting ways to intercept or steal genes.

Only, their methods differ.

"First, prepare for an Immortal assault..."

Master Fuli leaped from the massage chair, landed, feet touching the glossy porcelain tiles, morphing a distance.

During this process, the porcelain tiled floor gradually rippled with milky white waves.

The original reinforced concrete came alive, gradually converging to a point, transforming into a milky white giant drum.

"What is this..."

Seeing this, Li Wenkang was a bit dazed, not understanding what Master Fuli's new tactic was.

"Just erosion and assimilation; I feel it adds a touch of ceremony though..."

Master Fuli responded, turning, his nine tails heavily striking the drum.

"Boom—"

A thunderous roar emanated from the milky white drum body, instantly altering heaven and earth.

[Ankere Grand Hotel] collapsed, the sixty thousand square meter hotel sinking like quicksand, raising a milky white mist from the ground, in an instant, the entire Ankre City vanished from the surface.

Countless silver-white structures resembling veins or muscle fibers slithered upwards from the ground, intertwining.

Towers hundreds of meters high broke through from the abyss veiled by mist.

Milky white drums with silver patterns erected atop the towers, without touch, their surfaces vibrated in waves, reverberating across the skies and broadcasting large-scale flesh erosion through sound waves externally.

The mist, akin to volcanic eruptions, swelled in majestic waves with a whale-devouring momentum, engulfing the entire continent.

Land-based marine squads, ordinary tourists, or cruises and glaciers at sea all transformed instantly.

Facing the [Ankere Grand Hotel].

They slowly raised both arms, sprouted fox ears atop their heads, becoming Fox Beastmen and connecting to the [Fuli Network].

"Return—"

Standing atop the drum, Master Fuli faced the [Thorn Insect]'s atmospheric entry point, abruptly raising his hand to grasp.

Towing flaming meteors, launched from land, intercepting five heavy missiles targeting the Eco-Piercing Insect.

With a grasp of Master Fuli's arm, the electronic components inside the missiles mutated suddenly, flesh spreading, causing the missiles' shells to burst with exuberant blood mist, collapsing and distorting.

Heavy missile tail flames ceased, bodies rolled, morphing into scale-covered armored entities, encased in metal layers, with heads distinctly shaped as missile-like creatures.

The "Missile Ghosts" exchanged glances, with flames jetting from their backs, splitting into two teams, one heading home, the other towards America.

Watching their brethren pair up two-by-two, each finding their counterpart.

The solitary "Missile Ghost" left in midair gazed slightly aggrievedly at Master Fuli.

"Go there, turn the ones who issued the launch orders into a three-way pipe."

Master Fuli glanced at the "Missile Ghost," waving towards Russia, signaling it to clock in for work.

"Whoosh—"

The "Missile Ghost" enthusiastically responded, dragging flaming tails, swiftly catching up with its brethren, returning home together.