The Star Train's Journey Through the Heavens

Chapter 158 Defeat Death God Karl, Evil Gods Gather

The technique of creating clones does not necessarily require the use of hair; hair merely serves as a medium for providing one's own genetic information.

Nails, blood, skin flakes, etc. can all be used to replace hair.

However, hair is still more convenient and suitable compared to other options.

So as long as you record your own genetic information completely and make it into an information package.

Then, using EtherEdit to load it onto any object should also serve as this medium.

Meng Huaifeng casually plucked a blade of grass and used EtherEdit to load it into his own genetic information package.

The art of splitting oneself into two.

Meng Huaifeng tossed a blade of grass aside, successfully transforming it into a clone.

However, this clone's skin is a bit greenish.

It is likely influenced by the information carried by the grass blades themselves.

However, it's not a big deal, so this can be considered a successful improvement.

"Ding dong."

A loving family.

[Danheng: The train has arrived in the Styx Galaxy.]
[Star: Can we go beat up Death God Karl now?]
[Meng Huaifeng: Death God Karl has controlled his subordinate civilizations to destroy many worlds. I suggest we just kill such an evil god.]
[Walter: Death God Karl in this universe is equivalent to our antimatter legion; killing him is no problem.]
[Walter: We can't beat the Destroyer Star God, there's really nothing we can do, but Karl should be fine.]
[March 7th: It's time again for the cosmic heroes to punish evil and uphold justice!]
[Star: What do you mean "should"? Little Karl can't handle that.]
[Meng Huaifeng: It shouldn't be that easy to control, otherwise Angel Keisha wouldn't have just suppressed him instead of eliminating him.]
[Star: Little Keisha, get ready.]
[March 7th: Keisha can hold her own against Himeko, you know.]
[Star: Little Himeko, you're easy to handle.]
[Himeko: ? ? ? ]
[Star retracted a message]
[Himeko: Hoshino, what are you saying?]
[Meng Huaifeng: Little Ah Xing, you've got him.]
[......]
Activate the boundary anchor on the train, and Walter, March 7, Xing, and Meng Huaifeng return to the train.

Looking out the car window, the entire Styx Galaxy appeared dim and lifeless, with very few and scattered stars.

"This galaxy feels so oppressive." Influenced by the environment, March 7th was in a low mood.

"No wonder it's called the Styx Galaxy, it really is very dark," Xingdao said.

"It is said that Karl's simulation of the 200,000 civilizations he observed would consume thousands of stars. In order to obtain void matter, he would annihilate tens of thousands of stars. There should be many other actions that consume stars, but I am not aware of them," Meng Huaifeng said in a deep voice.

He didn't watch much of the later parts of Super God Academy, only knowing bits and pieces of information, and it might even be a parallel world with a different version. His knowledge of this big boss was really limited.

"So this galaxy is so dim because it consumed many stars?" March 7 asked incredulously.

"It should be." Meng Huaifeng nodded.

Karl has been entrenched in the Styx Galaxy for tens of thousands of years. Who knows how many civilizations he has deduced and how many times he has collected void matter?

“That Karl really deserves to die,” March 7th couldn’t help but say.

“Death God Karl has already found a way to die.” A destructive golden light also appeared in Xing’s eyes.

“Let’s go. This is just the edge of the Styx Galaxy. We’re still quite a distance from Death Song Academy, where Death God Karl is,” Dan Heng said.

The train began to enter this desolate star system, passing by an icy planet.

“There must have been a civilization on this planet; there are buildings on it,” Walter said.

"I don't know if it was destroyed by the civilization under Karl's command, or if it was the end of the world brought about by the cooling of the planet after the star disappeared," Meng Huaifeng sighed.

The atmosphere on the train was somewhat heavy. It traveled silently in the pitch-black vacuum, and Xing and March 7th had already gripped their weapons tightly.

The train left behind gleaming silver tracks as it passed, which shone brightly against the dark River Styx.

In Death Song Academy, Death God Karl slowly raised his head and looked in the direction of the Star Train.

As soon as the Star Train entered the Styx Galaxy, the Grand Clock detected this uninvited guest.

“Now that we’re here, we might as well try to eliminate these variables. Otherwise, the plan will be indefinitely delayed. It’s much easier than in the Chiwu star system,” Karl murmured.

"Snow, mobilize the army."

A hooded man with a hunched back, holding a skull-shaped cane, respectfully replied, "Yes, my god. Whom do you wish to invade?"

"Why can't it be protection? Ourselves?"

"Yes."

"Hua Ye, Ruoning has upgraded to a third-generation divine body, which is just what we need." Karl calculated the power in his hands and dialed Morgana's communication.

"Liang Bing, do you want revenge?"

"Damn it, of course I want to, but how do I report it? There's that old man behind those bitches who hasn't made a move yet!" Morgana cursed.

“I’ve lured them to the Styx Galaxy and laid a trap. If you want revenge, come join me,” Karl said.

"I'm just... wait, Karl, you sissy, are you trying to trick me into working for you? What attracted you? Your men just finished invading Earth, and those righteous idiots are now eyeing you, this evil god, and trying to kill you?" Morgana suddenly realized.

Carl remained noncommittal: "That's irrelevant. We must resolve these variables before we can deal with your sister as planned; otherwise, we have no chance of success."

"Want me to help you? No problem, just let me use the big clock." Morgana demanded an exorbitant sum.

"You know that's impossible. I'll have someone build you a new celestial-level computer..."

"Get lost! Once we've taken down their mother's Demon Wings, we'll get them back. Do we need your new computer then?"

"Then what do you want?"

"Upgrade five third-generation god-level subordinates for me. If they didn't outnumber me, how could I possibly lose?" Morgana retorted defiantly.

"Didn't you say you sensed your demonic gene database had been completely deleted? Do you still have suitable subordinates?"

"Damn it! @#@#￥&%#*￥%#, don't bring up the things I don't want to talk about!" Morgana instantly lost her temper and cursed, taking a while to regain her composure.

"I have some subordinates on other planets. Just tell me if you're going to give it to me or not? Don't fucking try to bargain!"

“…Okay.” Karl was silent for a moment. This was the last time; he had decided to erase his feelings.

A galaxy-level spatial teleportation was initiated, and the souls of 100,000 intelligent races were burned to ashes.

"Damn it, what are you doing here, you piece of trash?" Morgana, who had been teleported to the Deathsong Academy, cursed Hua Ye the moment she saw him.

……

Half a day later.

The Star Train hovers above Deathsong Academy.

Carr was followed by Snow and Nusa, two gods of the third generation.

"The arrival of distinguished guests from the unknown universe is a delightful surprise for me," Karl said in his usual gentle tone.

The train doors opened, and five people stepped out of the train.

"Oh, how surprising?" Xing asked.

Karl frowned slightly beneath his hood; the young man in the blue robe wasn't mentioned in the available information.

"To me, apart from the void, there are no secrets left in the known universe. Your appearance has made me realize that there are unexpected existences like the unknown universe."

"I very much hope to cooperate with you to open the passage to the unknown universe and gain more possibilities. I wonder if you would be willing?"

“No matter how you look at it, there is absolutely no possibility of cooperation between us,” Walter said with a stern face.

“That’s right, we’re here to take you away.” March 7th pointed the glass sword at Karl.

Along the way, she seemed to see countless wronged souls weeping in this galaxy.

"That's such a pity," Carl said regretfully.

After he discovered the group's modus operandi, he knew that there was basically no possibility of coexisting with them, and now that has been confirmed.

"Death God Karl, are you ready to face death?" Meng Huaifeng held the Phantom Gun, its barrel appearing and disappearing intermittently. "Insolence! How dare you disrespect my god! You are only fit to smell the farts of my god Karl!" Snow's words were full of sarcasm.

March 7th's little face scrunched up in disgust as she looked at the ugly creature.

"Do your gods fart often?" Xing asked curiously.

“You…” Snow glanced at Karl, trembling all over, whether from anger or fear, it was hard to tell.

"There's nothing to say to them, let's get ready to fight," Dan Heng said decisively.

“If you had arrived ten thousand years earlier, I might not have studied the void so deeply,” Karl sighed, activating the Great Clock.

The hidden army and several evil gods instantly teleported over and stood in front of him.

To guard against Meng Huaifeng's etheric editing, the army was equipped with all cold weapons, and the equipment network was taken over by the Great Clock.

"There must be at least 100,000 of them, right? Give them to me, and I'll wreak havoc in Heaven!" Xing's eyes lit up as she looked at the massive, sky-covering army of Taotie.

"At most, this is considered causing a ruckus in the underworld," Meng Huaifeng retorted.

Xing had long admired Sun Wukong's battle against 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals, and now he could finally show off his skills too.

Wildfire's background music started playing from Xing's body. Xing swung his baseball bat, grew larger, and charged into the Taotie army first.

Golden lightning of destructive power leaped, each attack reducing at least several hundred fully armed Taotie warriors to ashes.

Nors and Nusa rushed into the battlefield to assist the Gluttonous King Devouring the Beast.

Two third-generation gods and over 100,000 Taotie mecha warriors, comparable to first, second, or even third-generation super soldiers, finally managed to temporarily hold off Xing.

Walter threw a simulated black hole next to Karl, and Karl, not to be outdone, threw out a black hole in return.

Two black holes, operating from different methods and moving in opposite directions, annihilated each other in an instant.

Gravity surge.

Countless black rays enveloped Karl, but Karl ignored them, and the aura of the void erupted beneath Walter's feet.

The gravitational rays passed right through Karl without causing him any harm!

The illusory body is a spiritual entity that escapes into the void, merging with the soul through the void's essence, thus uniting the soul with the void.

Then, by projecting a high-dimensional object onto a low-dimensional object, the object itself exists in a high-dimensional spacetime. The body that appears in three-dimensional space is merely a high-dimensional projection that can interfere with the universe, using dimensions for defense.

However, the technology is still immature and has huge flaws, requiring constant consumption of void matter to maintain.

Void matter originates from the annihilation of stars.

To maintain his phantom body, Karl needs to consume one star every day!
When the illusion is damaged, the cost of repairing it will increase significantly!

While its attack methods are not strong, its survivability is truly outstanding.

Something's not right. Walter frowned.

Meng Huaifeng had told him about the illusionary body before, and he already knew that it was immune to physical attacks, but he was surprised that it was also immune to energy attacks.

This is not the spiritual entity specialization they speculated about.

Even if it's incredibly special and immune to most energy attacks, it should still react in some way.

There is absolutely no response right now.

The illusion of Death Karl was far more profound than they had previously thought.

"After all, Huaifeng doesn't know everything," Walter thought.

It seems we still need to test the waters.

……

Meng Huaifeng wielded the God-Slaying Weapon, whose attacks were unpredictable, and the unfamiliar young man seemed quite formidable as well.

Although March 7th's attack was fierce, the damage it caused to the divine body was less than one-tenth of that of the God-Slaying Martial Arts, and in terms of calculation, it was not even as threatening as Meng Huaifeng.

Morgana is so clever; she took the initiative to face March 7th, who is the easiest to deal with.

The demon's claws attacked March 7 from both sides.

March 7th is not just about swordsmanship; it also includes a blessing for oneself.

Then, he used Hexagonal Ice to temporarily freeze Demon's Claw. Although it was less than a fraction of a second, it was enough for March 7 to rush to Morgana's side.

The glass sword gleamed coldly as it relentlessly slashed towards Morgana.

Morgana was caught off guard and stabbed by March 7's increasingly refined swordsmanship.

The six phases of ice spread, and the sword energy raged wildly at the wound, completely shattering part of the divine body at the wound!
Neither attack on the War God's body caused any effective damage, so March 7th worked hard and came up with a solution.

If there is no god-slaying weapon, no destructive power, then break it with force, and the sword energy will be annihilated.

Let's see if you can heal instantly again!

You don't really think March 7th is stupid, do you?
Meng Huaifeng spotted Hua Ye and Ruoning with wings on their backs at a glance.

Coincidentally, the two evil gods also looked at Meng Huaifeng.

A real game!

Yin Yue appeared beside Meng Huaifeng.

Unlike the technique of creating clones, clones in the real game do not have independent consciousness.

It must be operated personally by Meng Huaifeng or managed by artificial intelligence.

The Body of Data!

With just a little bit of editing using Ether, Meng Huaifeng's body transformed into a data body, requiring only a tiny amount of imaginary energy to maintain.

A song of the soul!

Finally, the Ether editor has enhanced its power and speed!

Meng Huaifeng greeted Hua Ye, and Yin Yue greeted Ruoning.

Ignoring Hua Ye's attack, Meng Huaifeng activated the god-slaying power program pre-loaded into the Phantom Gun and thrust the gun into Hua Ye's heart.

"Madman!" Hua Ye cursed, and hurriedly retreated to avoid him.

Which kind-hearted people would resort to a suicidal move when they fight?
This is too crazy!
He still has the best years of his life ahead of him, and countless short skirts yet to be slept with; he can't possibly die here and take a madman with him.

No matter how fast you retreat, can you outrun my gun?

The phantom gun rapidly lengthened, and Hua Ye's eyes widened in terror. At the critical moment, he unleashed his potential and slightly shifted his body to the side.

Finally, the Phantom Gun pierced Hua Ye's shoulder.

Hua Ye, who was pampered and indulged in pleasure, was indeed far less experienced in combat than Morgana.

With a slight withdrawal of the spear, he flicked it and thrust it toward Hua Ye's throat.

Hua Ye dodged left and right, a truly perilous situation.

Panicked, Hua Ye immediately activated his ultimate move, creating a black hole between Meng Huaifeng and himself.

Uncle Yang's signature black hole technique has been overused in this world.

(End of this chapter)