vncnus Chapter 171 Red Spider - Whose Sky Belongs?
Chapter 171 Red Spider - Whose Sky Belongs?
As the Red Spider swept overhead, the missile flew straight at the gun emplacement, which was originally hidden within the decorative patterns of the courtroom.
The broken support crashed into the group of shark demons, crushing several of them that were crawling forward and breaking their spines on the spot.
Red Spider then spun around the half-collapsed beams, its wing scraping against the red search line. The three beams of light chasing after him were deliberately deflected, bypassing the broken pillars and instead curling back towards the light screen spread out by the prosecutor.
The prosecutor's screen flickered twice, and he had no choice but to immediately cut the wires.
Red Spider let out a soft laugh in mid-air.
"The reaction wasn't too slow."
A beam of light from the five-faced judge swept down from above.
Red Spider abruptly retracted its wings, its fuselage plummeting along the side of the beam, gliding past the beam of light. The heat from the beam blew the outer armor on its shoulders slightly white, but at the end of its descent, it reopened its wings, the thrusters ignited, and it forcefully pulled itself back upwards.
This is not an open sky.
The top of the courtroom was shrouded in beams, mechanical arms, turrets, search lines, and beams of light from the Quintesson.
For many flight units, such a space is too narrow, chaotic, and easily locked down.
The red spider seemed to have finally found a reason to laugh at the ground.
He weaved through the gaps in the fuselage, his wings flipping and his exhaust flames flashing briefly. The shark demon couldn't reach him, and the crocodile demon couldn't restrain him even with his restraints. The firepower that was supposed to hit the ground was diverted by him, and the turrets were redirected to higher ground one after another.
As Yin Zong looked up, he saw him flash past in a burst of light.
It flew beautifully, a trajectory built from precise angle calculations, courage, and pride.
She pushed aside a shark demon and spoke into the channel.
"Red Spider".
The Red Spider flipped in mid-air as the missile bay opened.
"I don't have time to hear your verdict right now!"
The vector simply continued, "I saw it before; the orbital warfare was brilliantly executed."
Red Spider's wings paused for a moment, so brief that only he himself knew it.
The missile was launched, bypassing the shield array pressed forward by the Knights of Law and striking two wall-mounted turrets that were activating. Explosions echoed high above, and broken parts rained down.
He has heard far too many compliments.
When Megatron needs him, he will grant permission under pressure.
When subordinates are afraid of him, they will flatter him in a way that is both sweet and insincere.
Temporary allies who want to exploit him will carefully craft every word of approval into a hook with bait.
As for taunts, he was more familiar with them; Red Spider was quite adept at recognizing them.
She didn't mince words when she said "capable vector," nor was it intentional; she just said it and casually stated the facts.
The Red Spider's processor paused briefly before immediately recovering.
Are you mocking me?
"No."
Using the vector force, he dodged the attack of the five-faced monster, and the magnetic force dragged up a severed arm from the ground, which belonged to an unknown person, and smashed it into the shark demon swarm.
I'll still scold you for the awful things you've done.
Red Spider suddenly laughed, a laugh that seemed more genuine than before.
"That sounds like something you would say."
"Praise is praise, but old grievances are old grievances."
"You're such a spoilsport."
"Would you like to hear more compliments?"
The Red Spider swooped down from a great height, its wing scraping the edge of a red search line, leaving tiny sparks, and finally admitted defeat.
"certainly."
The vector rises to the top.
"Then keep playing beautifully."
Red Spider had another meal.
This sentence was even more casual than the previous one, as if she didn't think it was that important at all.
But that's precisely why it was like a missile with a precise landing point, blasting open a defense line that the Red Spider hadn't touched for a long time.
His ambitions are still there, of course.
That was part of the Red Spider, like a wing, like an engine, an optical lens that he would never admit was inferior.
If you stay by Megatron's side for too long, your ambition will take on a different form.
It will learn to back down, take detours, build spikes out of fear, and use flattery as temporary armor.
Red Spider hates those things, but he does live off them.
Over time, he himself almost got used to it.
He was calculating whether his next sentence could save his wing in front of Megatron.
Hide pride beneath a plan of betrayal; when you hear praise, look for a hook first.
The vectors that can be referenced are never those.
What she gave was simple and clean.
The senior prosecutor released the search line again, this time many lines were thrust out simultaneously.
The red light beams spread out in patches, encircling the spider from multiple directions, attempting to pull it down from mid-air. The eccentric man also activated the restraint frame at the top, and several sets of latches between the broken beams lit up, as if trying to stitch the space above together.
Red Spider's wings lifted, it accelerated sharply, and rushed toward the densest search line.
The vector, understanding his intention, tossed several metal fragments upwards. Drawn by magnetic attraction, the fragments briefly formed a slanted barrier in front of the red spider.
Red Spider did not say thank you.
He flipped and accelerated from behind the temporary shielding line. The missiles detached from the wing at close range. The first one exploded at the intersection of the search lines, the second went straight for the lock, and the third grazed the edge of the protective field of the five-faced judge.
The explosion erupted high above, breaking the lock and scattering the search lines, which fell like shimmering fluff.
The red spider pierced through the shards of light, carving its own path across the top of the courtroom.
A crocodile demon below raised its restraints to lock him in place.
Red Spider glanced down, a familiar hint of disdain in his eyes: "Ground unit."
The thrusters lit up, and he swooped down, skimming just over the head of the crocodile demon. The missile struck the support frame behind it, snapping with a crash, and the entire row of suspended torture instruments fell from above, burying the crocodile demons, along with the shark demons behind them, into the ground.
Red Spider pulled up again, and even he thought the move was beautiful, which made him even more proud.
"Red Spider," the vector called out to him again.
"What's wrong now?"
"Let them see who owns the sky."
The red spider hovered briefly in mid-air.
At this moment, the sky above consisted of nothing more than broken beams, gun emplacements, the five-faced monster's protective field, red search lines, and a dome blackened by artillery fire.
But for the red spider, the sky is never just about altitude, but also about location and field of vision.
It is also the moment when everything on the ground has to look up to see him.
He finally burst into laughter, the wings unfolded, and the thrusters gleamed coldly behind him.
Red Spider raised its head, its missile bay fully opened, and then charged forward.
The red search line chased him as he climbed high, the cannons kept firing at him, and the "suspicious" face of the five-faced judge also rose up.
The spiders don't give them enough time.
He first ascended in a straight line, forcing all the search lines to converge upwards. The next instant, he suddenly reversed direction, the aircraft flipped sideways, and passed between two broken beams.
The pursuing light cable couldn't adjust in time and got tangled in the strange man's newly raised mechanical arm.
The sound waves seized that half-second gap, and the mechanical tentacles pierced into the control terminal.
Psycho-Dawn immediately ordered, "Advance!"
The Knights of Justice advanced again, their shield formation nearing the judgment platform where the Quintessons stood. Alita led her elite guard as flank support.
The magnetic vector followed suit, and the magnetic force suddenly pulled the readily available fragments, piercing and dragging the crocodile demon in the middle like a skewer.
After this whole thing, Megatron glanced at him.
Red Spider saw it and instinctively waited for the familiar rebuke, command, or at least a suffocating evaluation.
But Megatron simply turned his cannon back to destroying the Quintessons' protective barrier without saying a word.
The Red Spider's optical mirror flickered slightly, and the moment of silence that the vector's words had won in each movement was easier to breathe than he had expected.
He waited no longer, because the gravitational vector said in the channel: "The sky is yours."
Red Spider's wings billowed like a cat's tail: "It should have been given to me anyway."
"Don't blow up your own people."
"What do you take me for?"
"Red Spider".
"..."
It was unclear whether Red Spider laughed out of anger or with genuine smirk.
"Very good, Chief Justice, you will pay for that with a very good air support."
"I'm looking forward to it."
The Red Spiders regrouped and began to reclaim the airspace above, no longer merely diverting fire on the ground.
One turret after another was dismantled by him, the search lines crashing into the wrong positions, and several shark demons that jumped from high places were blown to pieces by missiles before they could even reach the witnessing area. The crocodile demon's restraints chased upwards, but the locking frame was always half a step behind him.
Since the courtroom had no sky, the red spider turned every gap where it could fly into the sky.
He looked down at the shadow of the five-faced judge, his wings cutting through the remaining smoke and dust, the missile's trajectory so beautiful it seemed deliberately drawn for all the planes to see.
This time, however, there was no flattery, begging, or forced compliance.
He returned to the high place, which was the best spot for Red Spider.
The red spider surveyed everything on the ground.
"Did you remember?"
He deftly evaded the counterattack and pulled back up.
"look up."
The missile fell, completely blasting through the upper dome. The heavy metal frame broke off from above, but before it hit the witnessing area, it was deflected by magnetic attraction and crashed into the densest part of the shark spirit swarm.
Debris and dust billowed up, yet there was also light streaming in from the shattered dome above.
As the smoke cleared, the red spider hovered at a higher position, the cold white sunlight pouring down from the breach, as if coating it with a layer of light.
His wings spread out, and the exhaust flames burned quietly.
"Now they know."
His laughter was both proud and sharp.
"The sky belongs to the Red Spider."