The Star Train's Journey Through the Heavens

Chapter 145 A Resounding Drum and a Heavy Hammer, Angel Nebula

Humanity has been utterly defeated!
Even though Meng Huaifeng and his men used very few troops and held back a little, they still managed to defeat the newly formed Super Soldier Company in a sorry state.

If it weren't for the difficulty in dealing with Reina, the battle would have been over in just a few minutes.

Even so, it only lasted for ten minutes, while only one minute had actually passed.

"Haha, Xinye, Yaowen, did you see that? I, Lun-ge, took on two opponents and still had the upper hand. In the end, I fought one to death. Isn't that awesome?" Ge Xiaolun said excitedly, secretly glancing at Qiangwei's reaction.

"No, I think your two opponents are pretty weak," Zhao Xin asked, bewildered after being thoroughly defeated by a Taotie warrior.

"What opponent is weak? It's because your brother Lun is strong!" Ge Xiaolun boasted.

"Stop bragging, you think you're strong? How about we have a spar? Your two opponents were noobs." Liu Chuang spat.

"I feel like the Taotie warrior I faced was much weaker than the one Chuang Ge fought," Rui Mengmeng said honestly.

"Are the enemies in the game of varying strengths, some weak and some strong? The details are amazing, so incredibly detailed, that's what makes it realistic," Zhao Xin exclaimed.

March 7th's face darkened slightly; those few Taotie warriors who were considered weaker by them were all under her control.

Moreover, the large number of controls made March 7's already low skill level even worse.

If it weren't for the intelligent combat system as a backup, their performance would have been even worse.

"Stop bragging and keep watching," Meng Huaifeng said with a smile, pointing to the virtual screen.

“March, come here.” Meng Huaifeng beckoned to March 7.

"What?" March 7th came closer.

Meng Huaifeng covered March 7's eyes with his hands.

"Hey, what are you doing?" March 7th reached out to try and pry Meng Huaifeng's hand away.

"Listen to me, don't move, it'll be fine in a little while," Meng Huaifeng whispered in March 7's ear.

On March 7th, she obediently put her hand down.

The members of the Super Soldier Company lowered their voices and looked at the virtual screen.

On the screen, the mortal army, armed with fighter jets, tanks, cannons, and machine guns, held their ground and refused to retreat an inch, until they were completely annihilated.

Countless Taotie warriors rampaged through Tianhe City, slaughtering countless civilians, including the elderly, children, and even infants a few months old.

Even TV dramas have to adhere to certain standards, but Meng Huaifeng doesn't care about that here.

Make it as bloody and tragic as possible, and give it big close-ups!

The Super Soldier Squad, who had been discussing quietly with excited expressions, gradually fell silent. Their expressions became solemn, their eyes fixed on the screen as if flames were burning, their fists clenched, and the veins on the back of their hands were visible.

In the end, the entire city of Tianhe was turned into a sea of ​​blood, with severed limbs everywhere, and not a single living person could be seen.

Only the Taotie warriors wandered around, occasionally kicking aside any corpses that got in their way.

“If you don’t work hard, this scene could very well happen in reality.” Meng Huaifeng released his hand from covering March 7’s eyes.

Talking is useless; only seeing it for themselves can give them a real sense of reality.

They're not children, and time is running out on Earth. What else can you use to make a loud drum if not a heavy hammer?
Should we continue to let them grow slowly like flowers in a greenhouse, only to throw them into battle hastily when the enemy actually arrives, only to find them disoriented and clueless on the battlefield, performing terribly?

If you can't even withstand this much hammer blow, then you're not a good drum. Rather than dragging your teammates down on the battlefield, you should go home early and give the resource slots to others.

"Damn it! Let's fight them!" Zhao Xinyi stood up indignantly.

"Count me in! I may be a scumbag who likes to bully people, but I'm the only one who can bully the humans on Earth. Why should aliens get the right to bully me!" Liu Chuang raised his battle axe with a fierce look on his face.

"Are aliens really as powerful as they are in the games?" Ge Xiaolun asked.

“This is the weakest wave of aliens ever,” Meng Huaifeng said.

“But we can’t even beat one of their small squads,” Ge Xiaolun said, somewhat unwillingly.

"If you know you can't beat them, then go train harder, work harder, and get stronger. What, just because you can't beat them, you're going to do nothing but wash your neck and wait?" Meng Huaifeng said coldly.

"Teacher, we've finished resting. Let's move on to the next training exercise!" Rose said firmly, forcing herself to stand up despite her exhaustion.

Meng Huaifeng shook his head and said, "It's good that you have the goal and determination to become stronger. You still need to rest when you need to. A balance between work and rest is more efficient than simply squeezing out your potential. You should analyze your performance in the last game first."

"Although you can't complete the game objective in a short time, with the same strength, you can try to last longer and defeat more enemies. I'll give you five minutes to analyze your shortcomings. After five minutes, we'll start the next game."

After watching their defeat cutscenes, the Super Soldier Corps could no longer play the game with the same attitude. Instead, they began to learn to cooperate, use tactics, and strive to last longer and perform better.

Every minute they hold on increases the chances of countless people successfully evacuating.

Meng Huaifeng and his team would change tactics from time to time to prevent the Super Soldier Company from getting stuck in fixed routines and tactics. They had to constantly change tactics according to the situation on the ground.

Meng Huaifeng hasn't used the defeat CG, such a powerful weapon, since; seeing it too often would make you numb to it.

Wait until they get complacent, then give them another push.

The virtual battle lasted for an hour, and the team's coordination began to improve, though it was still quite immature.

It was already noon, and after eating the special energy meal provided by the Super God Academy, the Super Soldier Squad had fully recovered their strength.

"What's the next project?" Rose asked impatiently.

The Super Soldier Company's enthusiasm for training and their desire to become stronger are currently stronger than ever before.

Being forced to train is completely different from wanting to become stronger on your own.

The efficiency is at least half that of other processes.

"The third project is real combat. Virtual games are virtual after all. They can improve your combat experience, but there are often situations where you are aware of the combat but your body can't keep up. So you need to engage in real combat to make your body's reaction keep up with your combat awareness," Meng Huaifeng said.

"I understand, but my brain says I know it, while my hands say I know nothing," Ge Xiaolun said.

“That’s right.” Meng Huaifeng nodded.

"So who are our opponents?" Lena looked at March 7 and Xing, the two of them hadn't shown their skills yet.

"It's me!" March 7th drew her glass sword, twirled it, and proudly declared.

"And me, Galaxy Batman." With a flick of his Starfire Spear, he donned his dazzling, fiery red armor, looking dashing and heroic.

On March 7th, her little mouth agape, she thought, "Oh no, I was too hasty yesterday. A group of fully armed people were fighting, and I was just a civilian in the middle. Doesn't that seem a bit out of place?"

Before March 7th could speak, Walter tapped his cane, and a light, thin ice crystal armor appeared on March 7th's body.

"Thank you, Uncle Yang!" March 7th said politely. "Goddess, please ravage us as you please!" Zhao Xin said cheekily.

“Very good, Zhao Xin’s belief in becoming stronger is very firm. In that case, March, Ah Xing, fulfill Zhao Xin’s request and put in more effort,” Meng Huaifeng said.

"Huh? I didn't..." Zhao Xin was stunned, while the others glared at him angrily.

"Take this!" On March 7th, a sword aura slashed towards Zhao Xin.

Zhao Xin hurriedly parried, and where the sword energy struck, a layer of ice spread, freezing his weapon and hands together.

Xing raised his flaming spear, adding a shield to the surrounding buildings, and charged towards Lena.

"Flame Spear, charge!"

The two used only a little force, and then gradually increased their strength based on the performance of the Super Soldier Squad, eventually maintaining a level that made them feel immense pressure, as if they were about to collapse at any moment, and were barely able to hold on despite their best efforts.

Under high pressure, the combat experience gained by the Super Soldier Corps in the virtual game is quickly integrated into their physical memory, and there will no longer be situations where the body cannot keep up with the mind and the attack misses.

After an hour of practical training, it will be time for the Super Soldier Connect to receive scientific education from the Super God Academy. As a god of technology, how can one skillfully utilize all the technological abilities of a person who knows nothing about technology?
The train crew finally had time to continue their travels around the planet, and incidentally deal with the demons and gluttonous warriors that kept popping up everywhere.

As time went by, the Super Soldier Corps made rapid progress, improving in each day as quickly as it did in the original story over three or four days.

A week later, they were a loving family.

[Himeko: We've arrived at the Angel Civilization. Would you like to come and see?]
[Star: Are they all really beautiful angel girls?]
[Himeko: According to A-Zhui, we haven't gotten off the train yet.]
[Star: Yes! Wait for me.]
[March 7th: I want to go too! It's all so civilized and feminine; it's the first time I've ever seen anything like it.]
[Meng Huaifeng: Bubbling.]
[Himeko: Then hurry up. A-Zhui has already informed their queen, and they're probably already waiting.]
After a day of training with the Super Soldier Company, the train crew activated the boundary anchor on the train and returned to the train.

Led by the angels, the train flew over the floating islands and entered the Heavenly Court of Merlo.

The scenery along the way was beautiful, far surpassing the environment of Earth, which showed that it had been carefully maintained by angels.

Every now and then you can see one or several angels, spreading their pure white wings and flying in the air wearing short skirts.

Like a magnet, Po Xiao couldn't help but glance at her a few more times, before quickly lowering his head at Hong Kou's ambiguous smile.

Upon entering the Heavenly Court of Merlo, Queen Keisha, the angel queen, had been waiting for a long time. Or rather, she spent most of her time on her throne, observing the situation of various angels in the universe through the angel network.

Behind the throne to the right is her sacred right wing, the Blazing Heart.

Slightly below and to the side of her was a throne, upon which sat a beautiful woman with long silver hair, an exquisite face, and a slightly playful smile—it was none other than King He Xi of the Heavenly Realm.

Over the course of so many days, the more I learned about the train crew from Yan and Zhui, the more I felt the unfathomable depths of the unknown universe.

Keisha set aside her arrogance as the Queen of the Gods and, out of friendliness and courtesy, arranged a high platform in the divine court, where she placed several tables and chairs.

"Himeko, the navigator of the Star Train, greets the King of Angels," Himeko said.

"On behalf of the Angelic Civilization, I welcome distinguished guests from the unknown universe to the Angel Nebula. Please have a seat," Keisha said in a friendly manner.

The train crew took their seats, and Himeko and Keisha began to exchange views on the situation and philosophies of their respective universes.

Meng Huaifeng listened while eating various specialty fruits from Angel Nebula on the table.

On March 7th, she tried to understand but soon became a little sleepy. What were they talking about?

Xing looked around at the angels in the divine court, nodding occasionally.

"Why are all the other angels bare-legged, but the Angel Queen is wearing long underwear?" Xing suddenly whispered.

He Xi looked over, but Keisha remained unmoved. However, Himeko still showed Keisha an apology.

Meng Huaifeng paused in his fruit-eating spree and hurriedly activated the pirated mind-reading function.

If you start gossiping, I'm wide awake. March 7th instantly perked me up.

"Is it because she is the queen that she has to be different?" March 7th wondered to himself.

"Those are the King's Long Johns, they might contain some kind of cutting-edge technology," Meng Huaifeng thought to himself.

"Pfft." He Xi suddenly burst out laughing.

"King Tianji, what are you laughing at?" Keisha looked at He Xi with an unfriendly expression.

"It's nothing, sorry, I just remembered something funny." He Xi suppressed a laugh.

Could this old monster hear our telepathic conversations? Why didn't we notice? Are tech geeks really that terrifying? Meng Huaifeng wondered.

He Xi's face instantly fell, and instead of laughing, she looked at Meng Huaifeng with a deep gaze.

I can really hear it!

Once Meng Huaifeng had made up his mind, he quickly ended the telepathic call, sat up straight, and composed himself.

Death Karl hid many things, and the angels hid quite a lot as well.

The angelic civilization has developed to its current state, becoming the dominant force in the universe.

Angel Network, Skyblade, Skybase, from the first generation of super soldiers to the fourth generation of divine bodies.

It was basically all done by He Xi alone.

Even Meng Huaifeng from Angel Network can't beat him now, so who knows how much more He Xi is hiding?

March 7th and Xing were unaware that the telepathic communication had been turned off, and their minds were still racing with random thoughts, but they appeared outwardly calm and collected.

Himeko and Keisha talked for a long time, while Hoshi and March 7 were so bored that they regretted coming here.

No, they should wait until they finish their meeting before coming!
"I wonder if any of the handsome men on your train could offer a drop of blood or a hair?" Keisha suddenly asked.

“Um, first of all, let me clarify that we don’t have any gods. Also, what does Queen Keisha need this for?” Himeko asked.

“I want to use the sacred treasury of knowledge to match its genes with those of the angels under my command to see if there are any suitable ones. As you know, our angelic civilization is predominantly female, and as their queen, I have a responsibility to find a suitable male god for them,” Keisha said without any shyness.

Himeko turned her gaze to Walter, Meng Huaifeng, and Dawn.

"Thank you for your kindness, Queen Keisha, but I already have a family," Walter shook his head and declined.

“Me too,” Dawn quickly replied under Red Bloom’s gaze.

Himeko and Keisha turned their gazes to Meng Huaifeng.

“I think genetic matching is unreliable, and feelings can’t be determined by cold data,” Meng Huaifeng said.

“How will you know if you don’t spend time together? Your genetic compatibility is high enough. Maybe after spending some time together, you’ll find that you’re really compatible,” Keisha said, resting her chin on her hand.

(End of this chapter)