amaotonovel Chapter 4049 MU Superbody Major Event (129)
Chapter 4049 MU Superbody Major Event (129)
Chapter 4049 MU: The Superbody Incident (129)
Schiller piloted his spaceship around to the market area and, sure enough, found the mothership directly above the market's central tower. It was painted with the Interstellar Security Committee's logo, but several strangely shaped spaceships were parked nearby, clearly not standard issue.
Logically speaking, now that the police have all gone down, who else would come to visit the mothership?
But the situation was extremely urgent, and Schiller had no time to think. His ship was recognizable by the mothership, and he himself had the official identity of an agent of the Interstellar Security Committee, so he would not be attacked by the defense system. Therefore, he smoothly sailed into the mothership.
As soon as he entered, he sensed something was amiss. The ship wasn't deserted; on the contrary, it was quite lively, as if a party had just taken place. There was a smell in the air, similar to alcohol, though perhaps not quite the same, but Schiller felt dizzy after just one whiff.
"These aliens are using sleeping pills like medicine," Schiller sighed. He could roughly guess what was going on on the mothership.
Instead of going to the cockpit first, he went to the control center to check the information on the accessed ships. Unsurprisingly, the strangely shaped ships he saw outside all belonged to the black market boss, Tolos.
Further investigation revealed information on the private spaceships of over a dozen high-ranking Interstellar Alliance officials. This meant that the mothership carried not only police officers, but also at least a dozen high-ranking Interstellar Alliance officials, some of whom may have brought their families.
After copying down this information, Schiller found a mess in a banquet hall downstairs. Although it was different from a human banquet hall, the slime on the floor and some strange smells gave him a rough idea of what they had done there.
Schiller continued searching and finally found a large number of octopuses in the cargo hold at the lowest level of the mothership.
These aren't adjectives; they are real octopuses. Aside from the fact that each of these octopuses is over twenty meters long, they are indeed not much different from human-sized octopuses. They are submerged in a tank, currently in a somewhat dazed state.
As soon as Schiller stepped inside, he heard a voice say to him, "Humans?! How can there be humans here?!"
"who are you?"
“I am a member of the Amikas tribe. Tolos sold us out to those high-ranking officials. They…they…”
“Alright, you don’t need to say anymore.” Schiller indicated that he didn’t want to hear any details about the octopuses’ suffering. He said, “I heard that Tolos was also an octopus. Why did he harm his own kind?”
“We’re not octopuses, we… well, you’re human, so you decide. We’re not the same race as Tolos; to be precise, we’re two subspecies from the same ancestor, and we have a long-standing feud. Recently, their race launched a raid on our settlement, and we were their prisoners…”
"Since they are prisoners, what's there to say?"
"No, both of our planets are members of the Interstellar Alliance and must abide by the Alliance's war regulations and prisoner exchange regulations. We cannot arbitrarily kill or mistreat prisoners. But he lied and claimed we died in battle, trying to sell us to high-ranking officials..."
Schiller also found it hard to imagine what high-ranking officials would want these octopuses for, but when he thought of Constantine, he could only say that intelligent life has its own preferences, and if someone likes octopuses, there's nothing you can do about it.
"Alright, I can try to get you out of here, but I also have things to do. As long as you're willing to cooperate, we can have a mutually beneficial relationship."
"You have standard equipment on you. Did you come in disguised as a police officer? You're not planning to assassinate these officials, are you?"
“No, that’s not it.” Schiller started circling the water tank. “Don’t worry about what I’m going to do. Just tell me what you can do.”
“We Amikas have innate psychic abilities. However, when Tolos captured us, he put mind suppressors on us. It's just that I'm small, and the collar he put on me was the wrong size, which is why I can talk to you. As long as you help us remove the collar, we can use our psychic abilities to attack those high-ranking officials. Even if we can't kill them, we can at least knock them unconscious. There's only one Tolos, and he's no match for us.”
"But how can I guarantee you won't attack me?"
"By Ami, you are human, why should we attack you? We still want to live!"
Schiller thought about it and realized they made sense. Weak humans were trapped on the surface and couldn't get out, but any human who could roam the universe was an unspeakable existence, let alone someone who could directly infiltrate a mothership. Any alien would avoid them.
Schiller stood on a box, looked into the water vat, and said, "How am I supposed to remove your collars? Can you live without water?"
“We’re not octopuses!” the voice shouted. “He’s keeping us submerged in this water because it contains a weakening potion. Just smash the tank, and we can fly out.”
Schiller first looked around and, finding no cameras, recalled the earlier commotion on the ship. Thinking the ship's soundproofing must be quite good, he simply used his laser gun to smash the water tank. Sure enough, the octopuses transformed into jellyfish and began flying erratically through the air.
“We are not jellyfish either…” the voice said helplessly. “Although we did evolve from the ocean, we have long since moved beyond the category of lower aquatic organisms.”
“Cephalopods are not low-level aquatic creatures,” Schiller said, then grabbed an octopus by its tentacle, yanked it off, and used a laser dagger to cut open the collar between its head and tentacle.
"Oh my god!! Human!!! Don't kill me!!!" Another scream rang in his mind.
Schiller ignored him and went to catch another octopus. After much effort, he finally managed to cut open the collars of all dozen or so large octopuses.
"Thank you so much!" said the original voice. "You saved our lives. We will report this to our emperor, and when you return to Cygnus, we will treat you to a drink."
"That won't be necessary. I hope you can help me take down everyone on this mothership who can breathe, and guarantee that they won't wake up for the next hour, no matter what they hear."
"Don't worry, although we are not as capable as Professor X, we are more than capable of dealing with these people."
"Do you know Professor X?"
"Of course, we were the first listeners to connect to his channel and we chat with him often. I heard you've been at war recently, so if you need our help, just let us know."
"I appreciate your kindness, but when will it be better?"
The octopuses were silent for a few seconds before saying, "Alright, they've collapsed and will be unconscious for at least a few hours. You have plenty of time to do what you need to do; we're leaving now."
Schiller nodded. The octopuses quickly flew out of the cargo hold. Schiller followed behind them, but judging from their unrestrained movements, he knew there was no one awake on board.
After the octopuses left, Schiller immediately activated the mothership's communication system. Since the entire planet was now under lockdown, communication within the planet was completely impossible; otherwise, Batman from Arkham wouldn't have arrived so late, and it must have taken him considerable effort to find them.
However, this problem doesn't exist on a mothership, because the mothership itself is part of the blockade, so it's impossible for it to block its own communication systems as well.
Schiller immediately connected to Apokolips's communications and said, "The other side has sent quite a few people. If your only reinforcement is Batman, then you have to cooperate with me now for us to have a chance of winning."
"He's not the only reinforcement; there are also the Supermen. But the enemy seems to have anticipated our arrival. The mutants ambushed and killed Superman on the way, and they're currently fighting and can't get away for the time being."
"The mutants have made their move after all?"
"Yes, but for now, it's mostly young mutants who have arrived, like Polaris, Quicksilver, Iceman, Pyro, and so on. Magneto and his team haven't moved yet, but if they want to keep all the Supermen there, they'll have to move out sooner or later."
“Alright, that’s none of my business. What I need now is for you to hack into the mothership’s control system, at least to be able to control its weapons.”
"What do you want to do?"
"Fire at the ground."
In the lower mine, Arkham Batman and Constantine were sitting in the Batmobile, which was crashing into Iron Man flying through the air and the Fantastic Four jumping around.
Constantine would occasionally stick his head out of the car to fire, but unfortunately, the people who came weren't very afraid of laser weapons, so the results were very limited.
Batman from Arkham slammed on the gas, slamming into an Iron Man suit flying towards him. With a loud bang, sparks flew from the suit. The alarms inside went off incessantly; from the chest armor to the leg armor, nothing was intact, and the suit's durability instantly reached zero.
"Damn it!" Iron Man cursed, "What the hell is this car?! My armor can't even withstand a single vehicle?!"
Mr. Fantastic quickly stretched out his arm and pulled him back. The next second, the Batmobile made a 180-degree U-turn and crashed into him again. If it had hit him squarely, it would probably have fallen apart.
Currently, none of the people on the field can do anything about this rampaging Batmobile, because in addition to being able to fly, having a vehicle shield, being able to teleport short distances, and having onboard weapons, it also has an extremely skilled driver. Neither the Human Torch's flames, nor the Thing's attacks, nor Mr. Fantastic's interceptions can stop this dump truck.
However, they also discovered that the vehicle was likely powered by magical energy, which, like any energy source, would eventually run out. They intensified their attacks on the vehicle, determined to deplete its energy even if they couldn't break through the shield. Once the energy was depleted, an ordinary metal vehicle would certainly not withstand their combined assault.
Mr. Fantastic uses his infinitely resilient body to create speed bumps, stretching himself out to block the car like an aircraft carrier's arresting cable. However, he doesn't dare to block it directly because one has already been broken. Instead, he interferes with the wheels, preventing the car from turning around or making a turn.
The Human Torch was responsible for ranged attacks, while the Invisible Woman assisted the Thing in launching them. Using Mr. Fantastic's body, they launched the Thing directly at the Batmobile like a slingshot, using it to ram the shield. Iron Man and the Jaegers dodged the impacts from the Batmobile while simultaneously bombarding it with hand cannons. Spider-Man was responsible for warning them to dodge.
For a moment, everyone cooperated well, and the durability of the Batmobile's shield dropped rapidly, making Constantine somewhat anxious.
"We can't waste time here with them. How did you get in?"
“Teleported in,” Arkham Batman replied calmly.
"Then why can't you teleport out?"
Will they give us a chance to teleport?
Constantine also fell silent. Most teleportations require a pre-cast animation, and with the current attack density, teleportations are easily interrupted.
But that's not actually the case. Arkham Batman could leave if he wanted to; even if he couldn't teleport out, he could simply activate his intangibility and fly away. The only reason he didn't leave was that he wanted to leave all the enemies behind.
The other side was stalling for time, and so was he. He believed that when Schiller decided to leave first, he already had a plan to ensure that the entire opposing side perished here.
“Batman,” Schiller’s slightly distorted voice came through the communicator, “activate your shield to maximum and stay where you are.”
The Batmobile slammed on the brakes, its shield blazing brightly, almost blindingly so. At the same time, all Spider-Men's spider-senses deafened.
hum-
After a sharp buzzing sound, all that remained on the target point aimed at by the mothership's main gun was a void stretching for tens of kilometers, and a series of intensely bright white lights.