DPM Chapter 10-Mozun’s Martial Skills Part 1
Translated by Snowfall77
Driiiin-driiiin-driiiin–
The alarm resonated through the air, and Wu Xingyun immediately checked out the window. In front of the fleet was a belt of meteorites. Already they were rushing towards each other at high speeds. In the blink of an eye, the meteorites appeared the size of a fist, then a few seconds later, they showed their true face. Slighter larger than the ship Wu Xingyun was on, hurtling towards them.
Wu Xingyun didn’t need anyone to tell him. He knew what was happening.
By some horrible chance, they were going to be imminently bombarded by that meteor stream.
“Everybody! Prepare to fight!” Wu Xingyun ordered immediately.
Sailing across the universe, the most fearsome encounter wasn’t an ambush by the Demon Army, or a legendary black hole. They could be avoided, a reprieve from death granted. No, the most dreadful foe was running across this kind of small-scale meteor barrage.
Fast and dense, ideally their location would be noted in advance, allowing ship navigation to completely bypass them.
Because once a ship entered, the consequences were unimaginable. With phenomenal luck, the meteor flow would be sparse, and a rookie could pass through. Get bad luck and fly into a dense and violent meteor flow, the gods themselves couldn’t help you.
Near Mozun’s planet, there many such small meteorite streams. The positioning of nearby celestial bodies creating spiraling nests of stone, like swirling deep ocean floors, secretive and difficult to survey.
Wu Xingyun and the escorts’ flight plan had been precisely calculated, care taken to bypass the meteorite flows. Yet, they still encountered one.
Fortunately, Wu Xingyun had prepared himself. Learning the geography around Mozun’s planet and what to do in such a situation.
Each person wore a steel-made combat suit, which provided oxygen and sustained energy needed to withstand extreme cold and heat. In the barrenness of space, the suit would provide enough sufficiency to live for more than a month.
Wu Xingyun’s apparent journey to his marriage only now revealed its essence, leading to his likely death instead.
The Federation ships and the Alliance ships all entered combat state, firing innumerable particle guns, cannons rolling constantly in an effort to protect the main ship while simultaneously crush oncoming meteors.
Liu Meng, who had come to welcome Wu Xingyun, had no combat capabilities. He just used his agility and boosters to dodge about. His body, much smaller than the spaceships, easily evaded the flow. Lovely posture, long silver hair suspended and fluttering as he moved, Liu Meng seemed to swim through the meteors like a mermaid navigating sea grass.
But ordinary people, who relied on ships, were different. Their ships were huge. Even the smallest ships, which could carry two people, couldn’t arbitrarily shift their form. They could only be clumsy, like a herd of ants trying to climb raging waves. Ants struggling to crawl, soldier ant and worker ants fighting to the death, but the stream was relentless. Wave after wave, swallowing them whole.
Boom! As meteors came closer and closer, the density increased and they started hitting the ships.
Ship shields had already been opened, and the impact of meteorites made blue light shoot out, as the people inside were ruthlessly shaken.
The fleet had already cancelled their pre-planned trajectories, trying to steer their way round. But to everyone’s shocked horror, the meteor flow seemed to have its own inhuman intent. When the fleet flew one way, the stream would follow, a giant dragon chasing its prey, writhing through the cosmos.
Boom! Boom! The sounds of impact kept coming. Randomly, Wu Xingyun saw white light from the explosion of a frigate, an escort team ejecting at the last moment.
The mutant Liu Meng was no longer to be seen. Disappeared into the wave.
Wu Xingyun’s ship, under the barrage, lost its stability. Wu Xingyun, trying to stand on a shaky, shifty floor, figured the ship’s gravity system had been damaged.
With a thump, he fell to the ground, but felt he was hanging upside down. Holding on tightly to his gun, he knew that the artificial gravity had collapsed, which meant that the defense shield had also failed. Wu Xingyun had about ten seconds before the ship disintegrated, and the moment it did, he had to escape cleanly.
Trying to observe closely through the window, Wu Xingyun searched for a suitable landing point after his ejection.
But as he raised his head and looked out, he saw a scene he couldn’t have imagined.
In front of the ship, a man dressed in black, holding a long knife, flying towards the meteorite flow.
Long black hair falling, a perfect face and a pair of strong arms, it was the head of the Demon Army, and Wu Xingyun’s groom, Mozun.
Wu Xingyun was close enough to clearly see Mozun’s ruthless face, as he wielded his blade non-stop. A faint golden light sparking every time Mozun hit a meteor, caused by the extraordinarily speedy collision of particles.
Mozun’s blade would cut through, then a meteor would alter its orbit, flying off in other directions.
Over and over, the black-clad man would raise his weapon and gold light would emit.
He worked extremely fast, yet every movement was efficient and distinct. Only cutting one meteorite at a time, then searching for his next target, he was continually altering their courses.
As he moved quicker and quicker, the more wildly meteorites flew here and there. He seemed to be single-handedly changing the whole trajectory of the flow.
“No wonder this stream was so baffling,” thought Wu Xingyun, “Like it was following us. Someone was in the middle of it.” Then he saw the roof of his ship torn asunder. One more second to go, and he would be ejected.
But in that critical last second, instead of looking for a landing spot, Wu Xingyun kept watching Mozun.
Mozun’s visage was blank and filled with utter concentration at the same time. His black attire skintight, the whole person was shrouded in darkness. In a dark universe, he could only be seen in close proximity. No protective clothing, face and hands exposed, the surrounding environment, any people or things, around him fading into non-existence. All that remained was the endless wielding of his weapon.
DPM Chapter 10-Mozun’s Martial Skills Part 1
Translated by Snowfall77
Driiiin-driiiin-driiiin–
The alarm resonated through the air, and Wu Xingyun immediately checked out the window. In front of the fleet was a belt of meteorites. Already they were rushing towards each other at high speeds. In the blink of an eye, the meteorites appeared the size of a fist, then a few seconds later, they showed their true face. Slighter larger than the ship Wu Xingyun was on, hurtling towards them.
Wu Xingyun didn’t need anyone to tell him. He knew what was happening.
By some horrible chance, they were going to be imminently bombarded by that meteor stream.
“Everybody! Prepare to fight!” Wu Xingyun ordered immediately.
Sailing across the universe, the most fearsome encounter wasn’t an ambush by the Demon Army, or a legendary black hole. They could be avoided, a reprieve from death granted. No, the most dreadful foe was running across this kind of small-scale meteor barrage.
Fast and dense, ideally their location would be noted in advance, allowing ship navigation to completely bypass them.
Because once a ship entered, the consequences were unimaginable. With phenomenal luck, the meteor flow would be sparse, and a rookie could pass through. Get bad luck and fly into a dense and violent meteor flow, the gods themselves couldn’t help you.
Near Mozun’s planet, there many such small meteorite streams. The positioning of nearby celestial bodies creating spiraling nests of stone, like swirling deep ocean floors, secretive and difficult to survey.
Wu Xingyun and the escorts’ flight plan had been precisely calculated, care taken to bypass the meteorite flows. Yet, they still encountered one.
Fortunately, Wu Xingyun had prepared himself. Learning the geography around Mozun’s planet and what to do in such a situation.
Each person wore a steel-made combat suit, which provided oxygen and sustained energy needed to withstand extreme cold and heat. In the barrenness of space, the suit would provide enough sufficiency to live for more than a month.
Wu Xingyun’s apparent journey to his marriage only now revealed its essence, leading to his likely death instead.
The Federation ships and the Alliance ships all entered combat state, firing innumerable particle guns, cannons rolling constantly in an effort to protect the main ship while simultaneously crush oncoming meteors.
Liu Meng, who had come to welcome Wu Xingyun, had no combat capabilities. He just used his agility and boosters to dodge about. His body, much smaller than the spaceships, easily evaded the flow. Lovely posture, long silver hair suspended and fluttering as he moved, Liu Meng seemed to swim through the meteors like a mermaid navigating sea grass.
But ordinary people, who relied on ships, were different. Their ships were huge. Even the smallest ships, which could carry two people, couldn’t arbitrarily shift their form. They could only be clumsy, like a herd of ants trying to climb raging waves. Ants struggling to crawl, soldier ant and worker ants fighting to the death, but the stream was relentless. Wave after wave, swallowing them whole.
Boom! As meteors came closer and closer, the density increased and they started hitting the ships.
Ship shields had already been opened, and the impact of meteorites made blue light shoot out, as the people inside were ruthlessly shaken.
The fleet had already cancelled their pre-planned trajectories, trying to steer their way round. But to everyone’s shocked horror, the meteor flow seemed to have its own inhuman intent. When the fleet flew one way, the stream would follow, a giant dragon chasing its prey, writhing through the cosmos.
Boom! Boom! The sounds of impact kept coming. Randomly, Wu Xingyun saw white light from the explosion of a frigate, an escort team ejecting at the last moment.
The mutant Liu Meng was no longer to be seen. Disappeared into the wave.
Wu Xingyun’s ship, under the barrage, lost its stability. Wu Xingyun, trying to stand on a shaky, shifty floor, figured the ship’s gravity system had been damaged.
With a thump, he fell to the ground, but felt he was hanging upside down. Holding on tightly to his gun, he knew that the artificial gravity had collapsed, which meant that the defense shield had also failed. Wu Xingyun had about ten seconds before the ship disintegrated, and the moment it did, he had to escape cleanly.
Trying to observe closely through the window, Wu Xingyun searched for a suitable landing point after his ejection.
But as he raised his head and looked out, he saw a scene he couldn’t have imagined.
In front of the ship, a man dressed in black, holding a long knife, flying towards the meteorite flow.
Long black hair falling, a perfect face and a pair of strong arms, it was the head of the Demon Army, and Wu Xingyun’s groom, Mozun.
Wu Xingyun was close enough to clearly see Mozun’s ruthless face, as he wielded his blade non-stop. A faint golden light sparking every time Mozun hit a meteor, caused by the extraordinarily speedy collision of particles.
Mozun’s blade would cut through, then a meteor would alter its orbit, flying off in other directions.
Over and over, the black-clad man would raise his weapon and gold light would emit.
He worked extremely fast, yet every movement was efficient and distinct. Only cutting one meteorite at a time, then searching for his next target, he was continually altering their courses.
As he moved quicker and quicker, the more wildly meteorites flew here and there. He seemed to be single-handedly changing the whole trajectory of the flow.
“No wonder this stream was so baffling,” thought Wu Xingyun, “Like it was following us. Someone was in the middle of it.” Then he saw the roof of his ship torn asunder. One more second to go, and he would be ejected.
But in that critical last second, instead of looking for a landing spot, Wu Xingyun kept watching Mozun.
Mozun’s visage was blank and filled with utter concentration at the same time. His black attire skintight, the whole person was shrouded in darkness. In a dark universe, he could only be seen in close proximity. No protective clothing, face and hands exposed, the surrounding environment, any people or things, around him fading into non-existence. All that remained was the endless wielding of his weapon.
