Super Mechanic: God of Superpowers!

Chapter 141 [The Dragon Throne] Ames

"We are mercenaries sent to rescue you by your comrades. You are safe now."

As Goya spoke, he cast a calming spell to soothe the Silver Spirit's nervousness and instructed his team members to hand the translator to the Silver Spirit so that they could communicate.

After much persuasion, the Silver Spirits finally calmed down.

Goya immediately contacted his employer, and the two groups of silver spirits met. Their eyes immediately welled up with tears, and the conversation was roughly, "Fellow countrymen, I've missed you so much."

The employer counted the number of people and asked in surprise, "Why are there only fifteen? Where are the other two companions?"

"Two people are missing?!" Goya's heart tightened, worried that forgetting two people might reduce the reward.

The rescued Silver Spirits, their faces etched with sorrow, replied, "They were thrown into space by the scavengers and have tragically perished."

Hearing this, Goya breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "Fortunately, it was just death."

Ye Xiu couldn't help but glance at him sideways.

"Mercenaries are indeed ruthless; not one of them is kind."

After a brief moment of silence, the employer spoke: "You have done a good job. Please bring our companion back, and I will pay you as agreed."

After several days of hard work, they were finally able to receive their reward, and joy appeared on the faces of every mercenary.

Ye Xiu's eyes flickered slightly as he touched the mysterious bead in his pocket.

He had a pretty good experience on this trip.

The next step is to consider how to face the Dragon Throne.

On the other side, player Li Ge, seeing this scene, was naturally somewhat unwilling and planned to tell Black Star about it.

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Just then, a burst of energy suddenly erupted in the starry sky, and the spaceship shook violently a few times, almost causing everyone to fall.

The pilot looked annoyed and said, "I forgot, Longtan sent out a spaceship to chase us."

The cockpit alarm flashed red frantically. Goya gripped the armrest and shouted sharply, "Full speed up the warp drive!"

Outside the porthole, the particle cannon fire of the pursuing fleet blasted spiderweb-like cracks into the shields, and the entire hull emitted a tooth-grinding metallic groan.

Just five minutes earlier, they had merely used low temperatures to seal off the floating island guard's patrol boats.

Unexpectedly, Theon lied to the higher-ups, reporting a terrorist attack. At this moment, the twelve Dragontan warships were like vengeful ghosts, relentlessly pursuing them.

Perth slammed his fist on the control panel: "These lunatics! They're going to kill us all just because they froze an engine?"

"The jump engine is warmed up to 83% and fully charged (97%)!"

Synthesized electronic sounds pierced through the cacophony of alarms.

In an instant, the stars stretched into silver threads on the porthole, and everyone was pressed firmly into their seats by inertia—this should have been a moment of relief after surviving a disaster.

The universe, however, seemed to freeze at that moment.

All the instruments suddenly went out, and the accelerating spaceship came to an eerie halt amidst the sea of ​​stars.

Han Xiao suddenly felt an itch in his nasal cavity, and a tremor that transcended the laws of physics was seeping in from the keel of the spaceship.

The air began to emit a high-frequency buzzing sound, and amidst the screams of the Silver Spirit girl, the entire fleet actually retreated back to the floating island dock along the warp trajectory!

Seeing this scene, Ye Xiu took a deep breath, knowing that he was about to face the Dragon Throne.

Even though he was fully prepared, he couldn't help but feel nervous.

"You think you can just run away after breaking a vase in my yard?" The ethereal female voice carried the chill of cosmic dust.

The rioters watching the spectacle on the dock all knelt down in unison, and the figures hovering in mid-air caused Melos's tactical goggles to explode with overload sparks.

Fatherney's prosthetic arm trembled uncontrollably: "It's the Dragon Throne."

The hatch was torn to shreds by an invisible force, and Goya stumbled and fell out of the spaceship.

She looked up at the figure shrouded in starlight and suddenly understood why the old mercenary often said, "In the eyes of a Super A-level, we are not even ants."

Han Xiao felt extremely frustrated. He just wanted to save someone, but he actually encountered the Dragon Throne?

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Melos quietly retreating, and he was instantly furious—wasn't this "protagonist" expired? Was it too late to return him?!

With a piercing shriek as metal tore apart, the spaceship wreckage crashed onto the dock like a baby toy.

As the mercenaries staggered out of the twisted hatch, the air in the entire starport seemed to freeze—thousands of thugs stood with their heads tilted back, veins bulging on their necks, yet dared not move an inch.

Above the sky, winding strands of black hair spread out like a night curtain in the vacuum.

Ames's snowy feet, overlapping, were faintly visible through the black veil, and stardust dripping from her toes danced with the ripples of the force field.

The long dress, seemingly cut from a black hole, split open at the waist in a breathtaking arc, revealing thigh skin that was even more dazzling than the light of a supernova explosion.

"Look up." The two light words sent a shiver down everyone's spines.

Ye Xiu felt as if his skull was about to be ripped open by an invisible force. When he finally saw the figure on the throne, the tactical analyzer suddenly burst out with garbled code—below the woman's collarbone was a flat plain, but the curves that extended to her ankles were more captivating than any abyss.

The dark lines growing at the corners of the eyes wriggled like living things, and with each blink, stars seemed to vanish within them.

"Land Ripper." Sparks flew from Han Xiao's alloy joints as he knelt on one knee.

In the reflection of his trembling pupils, Ames' fingertips, wrapped with threads of force field, were gently tapping the Dragonbone Throne.

The terrifying energies that once tore apart continental plates are now gently weaving star rings into the tips of her hair.

Spiderweb-like cracks suddenly appeared on the dock floor, but they didn't come from above—everyone was startled to realize that their shadows were boiling.

The iris of the silver spirit girl reflected a terrifying truth: the entire floating island was trembling slightly under the unconscious force field fluctuations of this woman, like a block castle about to collapse in a child's hands.

On the most dazzling branch of the cosmic tree of life evolution, a crystal called "Qi" shimmers.

When the super-powered genes within intelligent organisms awaken, billions of cells transform into a furnace of sparks, forging a torrent of energy that rewrites the laws of physics.

Just like neutron star matter falling into the ocean, the surging force reshapes the genetic chain every second, compressing millions of years of natural evolution into a transformation that happens in the blink of an eye.

On this path of evolution, the Class A chasm is like a sighing wall stretching across the galaxy.

Countless pioneers perished here, their genetic chains more intricate than neutron star matter—the ultimate forbidden zone set by the Creator for carbon-based life.

Scholars in the old calendar era desperately named this phenomenon "the end of evolution," until a war destroyed half of the explored universe, and a blood-soaked warrior broke through this dimensional barrier in a radiation storm.

Today, the holographic image of Stuart O'Na, suspended in textbooks, continues to demonstrate the groundbreaking energy level formula to every student.

The scholar wearing a single gold-rimmed spectacle could never have imagined that the twelve-element equation he used to unify the super-energy system would become a yardstick for measuring gods a century later.

When the first Super A-class force field tore apart the starship cluster, the three civilizations finally realized that they were witnessing a magnificent counterattack by individual power against collective civilization.

New species forged in the crucible of war blossom amidst the stars. These walking weapons of destruction can summon torrents of antimatter with a mere wave of their hands.

Ironically, it was this very power that made those in power tremble that ultimately became the cornerstone of the Pan-Cosmic Ceasefire Agreement—when the twelve Super A-level beings projected their respective domains onto the negotiating table, even the firing code for the Black Hole Annihilation Cannon seemed pale and powerless.

The nebula flowing outside the porthole was reflected in Ames's eyes, and her fingertips, wrapped with force field threads, gently tapped the Dragonbone Throne.

For a moment, Ye Xiu seemed to see the entire Dragon Tan Floating Island rising and falling with the breath of this controller.

This extraordinary power, beyond common sense, is precisely the reason why the ancient rulers were willing to cease hostilities: when a lone ship can shake a constellation of starships, even arrogant civilizations have to learn to share power with individuals.

After the arrival of peace, the existence of Super A-class beings has a very profound significance and holds an extremely high position in the Star Sea World.

Gradually, a clearer division of strength emerged above A-level, namely S-level.

However, most people call those with super powers above Level A as Beyond Level A. This is a commemoration of history and a respect for the strong.

This also casts a veil of mystery over the Beyond Grade A powerhouses.

In the current Star Sea World, there are only four Super A-level powerhouses in the vast Shattered Star Ring, all of whom are renowned and have many glorious deeds.

Ames has many titles, such as "Land Ripper" and "Absolute Power," but her most famous nickname is "Dragon Throne."

This nickname also contains many meanings, one of which is that she created the enormous floating island of Longtan.

Stardust condensed into ice crystals at the edge of the throne, and dark matter ripples flowed through Ames's flowing hair.

As her gaze swept over the Silver Spirit prisoners, a spark suddenly flew from the remote control of the slave collar in Holland's hand—a seemingly insignificant detail that caused the three mercenary leaders to hold their breath simultaneously.

"Pearl shells of the Star Spirit Sea, so you are mercenaries hired by the Silver Spirits?" Ames flicked her finger, and the Void Dragon skeleton suddenly let out an ancient roar.

Her voice is not clear at all, but rather hoarse and magnetic.

Goya's tactical goggles shattered, and blood dripped down her taut jaw, congealing into suspended droplets in the abnormally gravity-defying air.

Mustering her courage, she thought for a moment and said, "Yes, the Silver Spirits were unfortunately abducted and sold to Dragon Island while playing in the Shattered Star Ring. We are very sorry for the accidental damage we caused here, and we only hope that you can let them go back."

Goya can only hope that Ames can give her some special treatment because of the Silver Spirits, since the Silver Spirits have a great background in the Star Sea and are on good terms with several Super A-level powerhouses.

Ames smiled calmly and said, "Twenty standard years ago, a delegation from the Radiant Federation came with three Titan ships to demand people."

As she spoke, her casual gesture caused the holographic projection to explode in the air.

The scene showed the Silver Spirit Senate holding a protest rally, which was easily shredded by the force field threads wrapped around her fingertips. "Guess what those warships became in the end?"

Pert suddenly knelt down on one knee, the hydraulic system built into his combat suit groaning.

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Only then did everyone realize that the gravity parameters of the entire floating island had been altered, and that every cell in their bodies was experiencing a neutron star-level pressure.

"Bring all these mercenaries here." Before Ames finished speaking, twelve void rifts bloomed behind the throne.

The mercenaries discovered in despair that what was floating in those cracks were the wreckage of their dismantled spaceship—the cooling pipes of the warp engines were still dripping liquid nitrogen, like tears mocking their attempt to escape.

The Longtan Guard escorted the group toward the central area of ​​the floating island, and the prisoners had no choice but to obey.

Although Ames has not yet taken drastic measures to leave room for a turnaround, a dark cloud hangs over everyone's hearts.

Looking back, he saw the Silver Spirit captives he had risked his life to rescue were being escorted towards the slave market by another team of guards. Hollaide walked proudly at the front of the team, with an unconcealable smug look on his face.

This slave trader was the biggest winner at this moment—not only did he receive the Silver Spirit unharmed, but he also saved on the transaction fees because Pike's fate was unknown.

The mercenary group's involvement had initially caused him a lot of trouble, but now he found it ridiculous: all that running around and causing trouble had ultimately resulted in their own excessive profits—it was an absolute irony!

As he swaggered past the mercenary column, he deliberately cast a mocking glance at them, and the steps of the escorting Silver Spirit were light and rhythmic.

The members of the three mercenary groups were all dejected, and Pert couldn't contain his anger, cursing incessantly along the way in his hometown dialect—the taste of such near failure was hard for anyone to accept.

Ye Xiu's eyes flickered slightly, but he wasn't surprised at all; this was all part of his plan.

Now that this has happened, he feels a slight sense of relief.

On the other side, Theon's squad, responsible for escorting the Black Star Mercenary Group, was particularly arrogant. The captain of the guard kept shoving Han Xiao from behind and sneered, "How dare you attack the Dragon Tan Guard! Lady Ames will absolutely use her supreme power to crush you into atomic dust—you're completely finished!"

Han Xiao stumbled half a step after being pushed, and his gaze met that of Theon when he turned to look back.

"What are you glaring at me for!" Theon slammed the barrel of his gun against the armored shell. "Get moving!"

Theon's shove was light and seemingly without much force, and Han Xiao remained motionless, enduring the weightless force.

He pondered the situation to himself—as long as no casualties were caused to the Longtan Guard, given Ames's protective but not bloodthirsty nature, there was still room for maneuver.

Although this dragon is known for his capriciousness and fickleness, he is ultimately not a person who kills indiscriminately.

After passing through a corridor covered with dragon bone reliefs, the group was escorted to the fortress at the heart of the floating island.

The interior of the majestic building was decorated with the skeletons of void dragons. As they stepped into the council hall, whose dome was inlaid with star maps, Visander was strolling out from the side hall, swishing his long, thin demonic tail.

The captain of the guard, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, stroked his sparse goatee, and the magic markings on his fiery red skin flickered as his face twitched.

He is a member of the demon race, a common race in the universe.

"You attacked my troops, and although there were no casualties, I still have to punish you. Visander, what are our rules?" Ames asked casually, sitting on the throne with her chin in her hand.

"Anyone who dares to attack the Longtan Guard!" Visander's bony wings trembled, producing a metallic sound, "shall be executed according to the law."

Upon hearing this, the mercenaries' breaths suddenly stopped.

However, Ames, seated on her throne, casually waved her hand: "Then let the three legions come with the ransom to take them away."

"But...but the rule is execution." Visander choked on his own saliva, and awkwardly folded his bony wings.

"My word is law." The force field threads wrapped around Ames's fingertips made the Void Dragon Skull chandelier jingle.

She had clearly forgotten the rules she had set back then, and her impulsive inquiry was merely a whim, which could be described as quite willful.

Visander teared off two hairs from his beard in frustration. For the 137th time, the captain realized that on Longtanfu Island, the so-called rules were nothing more than the morning ramblings of those in power.

The force field threads wrapped around Ames's fingertips flickered, and the three mercenary leaders were as if granted a pardon—only now did they realize that their legion commanders had a past connection with this Dragon Throne.

Those free missions personally undertaken by the legion's high command in those years ultimately proved to be lifesavers in life-or-death situations.

"Now." As the throne turned toward Ye Xiu and Han Xiao, the Void Dragon Skull Chandelier suddenly stopped.

The air instantly solidified into a gel, and Melos felt his bladder twitching under the pressure of the force field.

Aurora's body trembled involuntarily a few times.

The mercenaries from the three legions took half a step forward in unison, their combat uniforms making a slight rubbing sound at the joints.

After fighting side by side, they had developed a special bond and couldn't bear to see their comrades killed before their eyes, so they all became anxious.

"So, you really are going to treat us differently?" Melos's trembling voice was shattered by the force field.

Visander's bone wings cast a rack-like shadow on the ground as the captain sharpened his execution blade with his fingernails—in his more than nine hundred years of service, no nameless soldier had ever walked out of the Dragon's Temple alive.

The Void Dragon Scales were slightly warm against the armor's interlayer as Ye Xiu gazed at the languid figure on the throne.

Seeing this, he was not surprised at all. This powerful man who could crush a planet with his bare hands had long since transcended the conventional laws of reasoning.

When an individual's power is enough to crush galaxies, good and evil, right and wrong, are nothing more than stardust crushed at the fingertips.

The dragon skeleton chandelier hanging from the dome suddenly trembled, and Ames' fingertips, wrapped with energy field threads, gently tapped the handrail.

The people of the three legions would never understand that this Dragon Throne even seemed weary of ruling the floating islands: the Dragon Tank Guard was nothing more than cleaners tending to the mansion, and the interstellar civilization's treatment of her was more like treating a dangerous but harmless spectacle.

Behind this casualness lies her lack of worldly ambition.

Melos suddenly noticed that his shadow was boiling.

In the space where the force field was distorted, Ye Xiu took a half step forward, her posture like a sculpture—the survival wisdom of ordinary people, which was meticulous and calculating, was nothing more than the survival rules of ants to her.

The only way to impress such a being is to offer a sacrifice that can arouse the curiosity of the powerful.

He happened to know some things, which was his guarantee of being here.

At the same time, Han Xiao's eyes flickered slightly, and an idea not much different from Ye Xiu's emerged in his mind.

The force field poured down like liquid starlight, and Ye Xiu's joints groaned like metal fatigue. He cleared his throat and said in a deep voice, "Lady Ames, please wait a moment. I hope to exchange a very important piece of information for the lives of the rest of the people, apart from the three major mercenary groups."

"And I also believe that you will be interested in this information."

"Information for life?" Ames's languid voice caused the gravity parameters of the entire hall to become disordered for a fraction of a second, forming a special and invisible barrier.

Among them, player Tai Erzi reached out and poked it, and found that the air barrier was only 20 centimeters away, and the air had become indestructible.

Ames didn't say anything, but looked at Ye Xiu with interest, motioning him to speak quickly.

She didn't like killing; she was more interested in seeing how this young mercenary would try to save himself and other lives.

After all, the struggle that occurs when life faces the threat of death is always a fascinating spectacle.

(End of this chapter)