Infinite Stream Metaverse

Chapter 798 Capture
"Bang!"

The shockwave missile struck the tail of the reconnaissance aircraft, detonating its twin ion engines. The shockwave from the missile tore through the fuselage, turning the reconnaissance aircraft into a massive fireball.

Two V-19 Tornado fighter jets, closely following the TIE reconnaissance aircraft, maintained a high-low, one-ahead-one-behind formation as they swiftly swept past the fireball from high above.

Inside the cabin, the Abyssian wore a breathing mask. His single white eye glanced at the exploding fireball below, then turned his gaze to the sky on the other side. He saw a parachute suddenly unfold behind the black ejection seat, and the Imperial pilot drifted down in the wind.

"Shoot it down."

The Abyss spoke calmly.

He didn't notice that a man suddenly flew up from the flames and shockwave of the explosion. The man reached out and grabbed the blast cannon barrel at the end of the left wing, hanging firmly on the high-speed fighter jet with just one hand.

The Abyssian in the cockpit felt the fighter jet suddenly veer to the left. He quickly adjusted the control stick to stabilize the flight attitude, then turned his head and peered at the left wing.

Limited by the cockpit's field of vision and angle.

He saw nothing.

Fu Qinghai had one hand hanging on the fighter jet and the other holding the Dragon Sword. His spacesuit had long since turned into strands of charred material stuck to his skin from the scorching flames and tearing shockwaves of the explosion. However, his body appeared unharmed, and all his wounds were healing rapidly.

"Garlong, garlong, on your wing!"

An exclamation rang out on the Abyss communication channel:

There's someone hanging from your left wing!

The Abyssian turned his head to look again.

Fu Qinghai bent one arm and exerted force, pulling himself up with a powerful somersault. He landed steadily on the back of the fighter jet, his feet seemingly glued to it. He thrust the dragon sword inward, the bright blue blade piercing through the bubble-shaped cockpit and also through the head of the Abyss pilot.

Fu Qinghai gripped the Dragon Sword and swung it horizontally, slicing off the entire cockpit canopy. The cut was smooth and clean, turning the V-19 Tornado into a convertible. Fu Qinghai jumped into the cockpit, grabbed the pilot's body, and threw it out. The body quickly disappeared into the surging wake of the fighter jet.

Fu Qinghai gripped the control lever with both hands.

"Holy crap..."

Curses in a foreign language rang out over the communication channel, but the sound was quickly dispersed by the strong winds blowing into the cockpit.

Fu Qinghai had barely settled into his seat when he heard the sharp whistling sound of energy beams slicing through the air. His wingman behind him was firing wildly at him, and two energy beams had hit his fuselage. The V-19 Tornado fighter jet beneath him exploded with a loud bang. Fu Qinghai turned his head and saw two holes in the wing.

Fortunately, although the V-19 Tornado fighter lacked shields, its armor was thick, and it was not destroyed in mid-air by the two blast beams.

Fu Qinghai steered the black-smoke-belching V-19 Tornado fighter jet to a sudden acceleration, tracing a complex and ever-changing spiral arc in the sky. Two plumes of black smoke billowing from its wings resembled the colored smoke trails of an aerobatic display, bringing the unpredictable flight path to life. Meanwhile, the V-19 Tornado behind him seemed enraged, also accelerating to maximum speed and relentlessly pursuing the damaged aircraft, determined to shoot it down.

Barrel rolls, flips, loops, climbs, separation S-maneuvers, Immelmann turns… Despite the considerable damage to his aircraft, Fu Qinghai's series of tactical maneuvers still left the pursuing fighter jet completely bewildered. A pilot of an alien pirate fighter jet had never seen anything like this before, constantly switching between pursuer and pursued, firing all six missiles without managing to shoot down the smoking aircraft.

Finally, Fu Qinghai executed a Super Cobra maneuver, shifting the tide of battle and finding the optimal firing angle. The damaged fuselage groaned under the strain, seemingly on the verge of falling apart, but it didn't matter. He ended the battle with a burst of rapid fire; the enemy aircraft was hit in the engine and exploded in mid-air into a fireball.

……

After being ejected, Elowin remained in a dazed state until the large parachute behind the ejection seat opened with a "whoosh" and his body, secured by the seatbelt, jolted violently, bringing him back to his senses.

The wind was strong at high altitude, causing the parachute canopy to sway from side to side, and the ejection seat hanging from the parachute lines to spin and sway back and forth. With his vision constantly spinning and shaking, Elwin kept turning his head left and right, trying to find the reconnaissance plane.

But all I caught was a glimpse of the explosion in mid-air.

"Don't...don't!"

The fireball from the explosion reflected in Elowin's pupils, instantly turning her face deathly pale and her lips losing all color. The ejection seat continued to spin and shake, and the parachute was pushed further and further away by the strong wind, leaving only the deafening sound of the wind in her ears.

Aoyama died... The TIE reconnaissance plane only had one ejection seat, and he gave me his last chance to escape.

Elowin was stiffly strapped to the chair, her eyes blank and lifeless, as the gale swept her away into the distance.

The light gray parachute drifted towards a rift valley, eventually catching on a protruding rock on one side. Elwin took a deep breath, slowly calming himself, unbuckled his seatbelt, and took off his helmet to scan his surroundings.

The entire rift valley was eerily quiet.

I was about three meters above the ground.

Elwin drew a paratrooper knife and cut the parachute lines tangled around the ejection seat. He glanced at the ground and jumped. Elwin landed steadily, sheathed his knife, drew his sidearm, and cautiously surveyed his surroundings.

"Click".

Upon hearing the sound, Elwin turned around abruptly and found that the muzzles of three blaster rifles were pointed at him. About a dozen Abyssians emerged from the rift in the valley, holding blaster rifles of varying lengths, and slowly surrounded Elwin.

"surrender."

One of the Abyss spoke, his voice low and hoarse, his basic language accent strange. His single white eye stared straight at Elowen, and he slowly grinned, his cracked lips revealing a greedy gaze as if he were eyeing a plump lamb.

Elwin's eyes were cold as he forced himself to remain calm. As the encirclement gradually tightened, he pointed his pistol at an Abyss and pulled the trigger. A flash of light appeared on the muzzle, and the Abyss in front of him fell to the ground. The other Abyss were not frightened by this; instead, they pounced on him even more ferociously.

"Capture her, alive!"

"That's what the Abyssian leader commanded."

"Biu!"

Elowen shot and killed another Abyssian, but was swarmed by all the alien races, who tackled him and pinned him down.

"state!"

The woman went black and lost consciousness when the hard gun butt slammed heavily onto the back of Elovie's head.

……

A battered and black-smoking V-19 Shiraz fighter jet slowly landed on the ground with its two wings folded up.

Fu Qinghai's feet stepped onto the soft sand.

Under the blazing sun and clear sky, as far as the eye could see, there were endless undulating sand dunes. Fu Qinghai was searching for Ailov's trail. He did not continue flying his nearly broken V-19 Shimmer fighter jet in the sky, for fear that a few more anti-aircraft missiles might suddenly appear from some nook or cranny.

With the dual enhancements of organ modification and Force abilities, Fu Qinghai's perception radius, formed by his vision and hearing, was extremely large. However, after searching, apart from the warm wind and dry sand, he found no useful clues.

Fu Qinghai waved his hand, grabbed a handful of the passing wind, brought it to his nose, closed his eyes, and sniffed it carefully. He quietly activated his Force skill, "Force Smell," and sensed familiar scent molecules in the air—the scent of Elowen, not far from here.

Fu Qinghai reopened his eyes, his gaze fixed on the direction from which the wind was blowing, and he put away his lightsaber and began to run wildly.

Besides the familiar taste of Elowin.

He also smelled the stench of the Abyssians.

……

Elwin woke up in a daze.

The back of my head is still throbbing intermittently.

She slightly opened her eyelids, and what came into view was an oval-shaped, narrow head. The top of the head was bald, and a few sparse white hairs grew on the sides of the green cheeks. A large white single eye was set in the center of the head, and the face was close to hers. The flat nose twitched as if it was trying hard to smell her scent.

Elowin felt a chill run down his spine.

"Ahhh-"

Elowen couldn't help but scream. She tried desperately to push away the Abyss man in front of her, but found that her hands and feet were tied, and she could only twist and wriggle her body.

At that moment, Elowen realized she was inside a huge tent, lying among a pile of smelly animal skin rugs. As if hearing her scream, more Abyssians lifted the curtain and squeezed into the tent, surrounding Elowen and grinning to reveal a mouthful of jagged, rotten teeth.

"Humans, women, smell so good."

The Abyssian who was in the tent spoke first. His basic language was very broken, and he could only manage to utter three words after struggling for a long time. However, his covetous gaze never left Elowen's body, constantly scanning him back and forth.

Several Abyssians were talking rapidly to each other, turning their heads to each other. Elowen couldn't understand what they were saying, but she could tell from the lewd expressions on their faces that it wasn't anything nice, and she began to feel increasingly terrified.

One of the Abysians was the most impatient. He forcefully flipped Elowen over, burying her face in a pile of pungent animal hides. The strong smell made her cough repeatedly. Then she felt a chill on her back as the zipper on the back of her spacesuit was unzipped, exposing her back, which was only covered by a vest, to the gaze of the Abysians.

"Get out! Get out of here! Get out of here!"

Elwin could feel several rough, tree-bark-like hands stroking his back, and some hot breath was blowing on his back. He felt so disgusted that he wanted to vomit. He twisted and struggled desperately, shouting angrily.

The ropes binding Elowyn's hands and feet were untied, and she began to struggle even more violently, kicking her legs with all her might, but they were firmly held by several rough, large hands. The Abyss didn't know how to remove the spacesuit, so they simply used a vibrating knife to cut it open, ripped off her clothes, and threw them aside.

"Aaaaaah, get away from me!"

Elowin was wearing only a vest and shorts. Tears streamed down her face as she cried out in desperation. Despite her best efforts, she could not break free. A circle of ugly and grotesque faces surrounded her, their faces filled with excitement. The stench and body odor emanating from their mouths made her want to vomit.

Anger, anxiety, and fear filled her mind.

She realized that the Abysians who remained on the planet Bis were still the same savage nomadic race that had treated women and children as commodities hundreds of years ago. They had not changed at all; they were still as filthy, foul-smelling, and disgusting as ever, just a bunch of maggots pretending to have integrated into galactic society!

Just when Elwin was on the verge of collapse.

"BiuBiuBiuBiuBiuBiu!"

A barrage of explosive beams shot in from outside the tent, each one precisely piercing the skull of an Abyss. Elwin watched as a charred hole suddenly appeared in the forehead of an Abyss before her, his body stiffening, his single eye wide open, before he fell straight to the ground. Another Abyss had its eyeball blasted out, the splattering fluid splashing onto her neck. One after another, the Abyss surrounding her collapsed, the rough, large hands that had gripped her limbs losing their strength. Elwin quickly broke free, pushed the corpses aside, and curled up into a ball.

The tent flap was pried open by the gun barrel.

Fu Qinghai walked in, holding a gun in one hand.

Elowin stared blankly at him.

As if confirming that this was not an illusion.

"Ivy."

Fu Qinghai bent down and hugged her.

Elowen smelled the familiar scent of her boyfriend and finally confirmed that it wasn't a hallucination caused by her mental breakdown. She immediately hugged Fu Qinghai tightly, wrapping her arms around his neck and clamping her legs around his waist, clinging to him like a sloth. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably:
"I was so scared, I thought you were dead."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Fu Qinghai gently patted her back.

Elowin cried until her nose was red and her eyelids were swollen, her face streaked with tears and snot. Fu Qinghai didn't seem to mind; he turned and kissed her cheek, softly comforting her in her ear:

"It's alright, I'm here."

Elwin finally stopped sobbing, and the expression in his beautiful eyes gradually changed from sadness to a strong negative emotion mixed with anger, hatred and revenge, his teeth clenched tightly.

“Kill them.”

Elowin whispered in Fu Qinghai's ear:

"Kill them all!"

Her voice was very low, almost a whisper, yet it contained an extremely intense hatred.

"of course."

Fu Qinghai nodded, lifted Elowen's buttocks with one hand, letting her hang on his body, and held the explosive pistol in his other hand. He lifted the curtain and stepped out of the tent.

Several corpses lay scattered outside the tent. Fu Qinghai casually raised his gun and fired in bursts in several different directions, accurately killing the green heads that popped up around him. He once again demonstrated the predictive marksmanship he displayed on the frigate, instantly killing the enemies as soon as they showed part of their bodies, without giving them any time to react.

At this moment, they were in a wide clearing in the middle of a rift valley, which seemed to be a tribal camp. The deep valley sheltered them from the endless sandstorms, and tents of all sizes were pitched here. Although the housing was somewhat primitive, the equipment and facilities in the camp were anything but. Fu Qinghai saw generator sets and towing vehicles, indicating that this was a nomadic tribe in the technological age.

Fu Qinghai carried Elowen in one arm as they moved between tents, taking down one Abyss soldier after another with a single shot. Elowen's weight posed no burden to Fu Qinghai, and she showed no intention of getting down, clinging tightly to him regardless of the battle situation, as if only in this way could she regain a long-lost sense of security.

The planet Abis is harsh and resource-scarce, and the Abis herders here seem to have a kind of universal conscription mentality, with many women and teenagers taking up arms and charging towards Fu Qinghai. Since they wanted to fight, Fu Qinghai showed them the respect due to warriors: one shot, one kill, they all felled. Their enthusiasm saved him the trouble of searching each tent individually.

The biggest advantage of explosive weapons is that there is basically no need to worry about running out of ammunition. An explosive pistol has a capacity of more than 500 rounds of ammunition, so Fu Qinghai does not need to stop to change the magazine.

Five Abyss people formed a formation and covered each other as they quickly approached Fu Qinghai. Fu Qinghai raised his hand and fired a shot at a Tibana gas storage tank next to them.

"boom----"

The red storage tank exploded instantly, triggering a chain reaction of explosions that affected four other tanks nearby. A ring of air, carrying sand and dust, spread rapidly, blowing all the tents in the entire rift valley into the sky, and a mushroom cloud slowly rose.

The instant the explosion occurred, Fu Qinghai immediately turned around to protect Elwin, using his own body to shield her from the shockwave—in reality, he quietly raised one hand to create a Force barrier. The flames and heat waves collided with the invisible barrier and spread outwards, but Fu Qinghai was completely unaffected.

Elowin buried his head in Fu Qinghai's chest, snuggling into his embrace, feeling his strong, pounding heartbeat, and couldn't help but gently rub his cheek against his chest.

Tibana gas is the ammunition for all explosive weapons and the fuel for many vehicle engines; the explosive power of compressed Tibana gas storage tanks is astonishing. Fu Qinghai's shot had a clearing effect: all the tents in the camp were ablaze, and the Abyss people, their bodies engulfed in flames, were running around.

The mushroom cloud rose into the sky, turned into a plume of black smoke, and eventually dissipated slowly, leaving only a mess in the camp.

Fu Qinghai didn't choose to finish off the enemy; instead, he carried Elowen and turned to leave the fire. Even if the entire tribe still had survivors, they were mostly children and women barely taller than a cartwheel. Without the supplies in their camp, their very survival on this planet would be a challenge.

Where do we go now?

Elowen nestled in his arms and asked in a low voice.

"Find a spacecraft with a hyperspace drive."

Fu Qinghai looked straight ahead and spoke calmly.

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