"Crazy!" Liu Zhongwu exclaimed, "Everyone's gone fucking crazy!"
He said this for the first time when Gongsun Ce proposed shattering the moon; he repeated it a second time when everyone cheered in agreement; and a third time when the teleportation array within Divine Capital City failed, and Qin Ming creatively suggested "taking a straight line."
Now they were riding a black horse crafted from ink, galloping through the silent deep space, rushing towards the moon 380,000 kilometers away. The military was no longer qualified to intercept this group of maniacs, the backstage machinery had raised the security level again, and their opponents were black-and-white warships filling the cosmos. The Masters Jing aboard the warships issued commands to divert the cannons, while a few elite warriors piloted massive mechanical exosuits over a hundred meters long, with high-energy lasers and reactive shrapnel whistling past like meteors shooting by.
