Super God Academy: Kabuto

In the Styx Galaxy, somewhere in an abandoned outpost occupied by Hua Ye, the air thick with the stench of blood and depravity. What were once research or military facilities have now become a den of debauchery for the remnants of the Celestial Order. Hua Ye sits atop a crudely modified throne, below him slumped male angels and abducted maidens of various races. He has just "adapted" to his newly acquired power—the overflowing destructive urges and sense of control brought about by the fifth-generation divine body and the enhanced black hole engine—and desperately needs a grand "celebration" to release it and re-establish his majesty as King Hua Ye.

Snow appeared at the edge of the hall like a ghost, ignoring the lewd scene around him, and walked straight to Hua Ye, bowing slightly: "King Hua Ye."

Hua Ye lazily raised his eyelids, a hint of impatience flashing in his single eye: "It's you again, Karl's tagalong. So, what are that guy's instructions this time? Is it finally time to make a move?"

"My God Karl is still making final preparations," Snow's voice was flat and emotionless, "but he asked me to tell you that you can begin... 'warming up.' Choose a sufficiently conspicuous target, make some 'movement,' test the practical effectiveness of the new power, and at the same time... attract the attention of certain beings."

"Warm-up? Making noise?" Hua Ye sat up straight, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "Sounds good. Target? Earth? Those brats from the Super Soldier Squad and that guy in the red shirt, I 'miss' them terribly."

"Earth is currently heavily defended and has multiple unstable high-energy reaction points, so a direct assault is not the best option." Snow calmly analyzed, as if stating experimental data. "My divine suggestion is that we might as well choose Fraser."

"Freze?" Hua Ye raised an eyebrow. "That remote, snow-covered place? Besides that Annie Eld and a few little angels left behind, what's the point?"

"Precisely because it appears remote and relatively weakly defended, and is one of the Angelic Civilization's important pillars of faith in the known universe," Snow explained, "attacking Frieza would not only severely damage the Angels' prestige and the reputation of the new Angel King, but also force Earth's Super Soldier Corps to send troops to support it, testing their coordinated response. Moreover, according to the latest intelligence, the Angels and the Super Soldier Corps seem to be testing some kind of new defense system in Frieza..."

"A new defense system?" Hua Ye's single eye lit up, interrupting Snow, "You mean, that thing called 'Tianxin'? That girl Zhixin came up with?"

"Yes. It was an experimental project that combined cutting-edge angelic technology with some of the legacy of the Divine River. If we could destroy or seize it, it would also be valuable to my God's research." Snow nodded.

"Hahaha! Great!" Hua Ye suddenly stood up, his void energy overflowing uncontrollably, causing the hall to tremble. "It will embarrass that bitch Keisha's successor, strike a blow against the Super Soldier Squad, and steal some good stuff! A win-win situation! Frazier, that's it!"

He waved his hand dismissively: "Send the order! Assemble all the warriors who can fight, and bring our newly recruited 'Servants' (referring to some of the Taotie who have attached themselves to us and the miscellaneous troops we've plundered). Target—Freize! Let the universe see that I, King Hua Ye, have returned with new power!"

The male angels below erupted in frenzied howls.

Snow watched this scene quietly, then spoke again: "My god reminds you to pay close attention to the collection of battlefield data, especially your new divine body..."

"I know, I know!" Hua Ye waved his hand, as if shooing away flies. "Tell Karl to wait and see my performance!"

"Then, I wish King Hua Ye great success in his military campaigns." Snow bowed slightly, his figure beginning to fade. "I will return to the River Styx to report to my god."

"Wait," Hua Ye suddenly called out to him, a sinister glint flashing in his single eye. "Go back and tell Karl that after this 'warm-up,' I want him to immediately fulfill his previous promise to me—help me get the Tiangong back! Otherwise..." The void energy around him surged, the threat unmistakable.

Before Snow disappeared completely, he left behind his last words: "I will convey your message."

Gazing at the spot where Snow had disappeared, Hua Ye scoffed, "Playing tricks." Then, he excitedly turned to his warriors: "What are you all standing around for? Get ready! We'll set off in one day! The ice and snow of Fraser will be stained red with the blood of angels and those earth scum!"

In the deepest part of the mottled blue galaxy, at the bottom of the deep-sea temple, the original triangular structure is no longer visible. In its place stands a massive, bizarre altar, a mixture of flesh and energy resembling a living organ. At the heart of the altar is the strange crystal that connects to the void world, now shining brightly, its pulse perfectly synchronized with something on the other side of the rift.

Chieftain Lanxing hovered directly above the altar. Its originally azure body was now mostly entangled and permeated by writhing, viscous tentacles of void energy, and its carapace was covered with eerie runes emitting an ominous purplish-black light. Its single eye had completely transformed into a deep, ghostly purple that seemed capable of sucking away souls.

Below, dozens of high-level triangular beings, which had also undergone varying degrees of "transformation," surrounded the altar, emitting low, unified spiritual chants that converged into a powerful and distorted torrent of will, which flowed into the altar.

"The call of the abyss... can now be clearly heard..."

"The altar of flesh and blood... is ready..."

"The coordinates of spacetime... have been provided by the 'ally'..."

"Only awaiting... the resonant chimes toll..."

Lanxing's thoughts echoed like a deep abyss, reverberating in the consciousness of every transformed triangle.

Their so-called "allies" were the guidance they received intermittently through the altar from the Kunxu race in the void world. The Kunxu race provided several precisely calculated "coordinate points" where the known cosmic spatial structure was relatively weak and the energy flow conformed to a specific frequency. These coordinate points were considered the most ideal locations for "opening the door."

"Initiate the final diffusion process of 'Breath of the Deep Sea'!" Lan Xing commanded. "Let our power, following the ocean currents, clouds, and life networks... permeate every coordinate point! When the 'door' is pushed open on the other side, our power will become the smoothest 'lubricant,' the most precise 'traction cable,' ensuring the stability of the passage and guiding our great Void Sea brethren to be the first to descend upon the most suitable realm for us—the endless ocean!"

"For... the Void Sea Clan!"

"For...evolution and eternity!"

A fervent will surged in the deep sea. The triangular "latent units," already deployed in the major oceans of the known universe and even in the fluid layers of certain gas giants, were simultaneously activated. A unique energy field—"Breath of the Deep Sea"—invisible to the naked eye and difficult for instruments to track, combining the bio-waves of the triangular bodies with the erosive properties of the void, began to converge and settle at unprecedented intensity and speed along natural paths such as planetary water cycles and interstellar matter flows, quietly converging towards those target coordinates.

They are laying out a "blue carpet" for the arrival of the void.