“Owwww! My teeth!”
On the bow of the bronze flagship, Elder Wan Shou spat two yellowed front teeth onto the bone altar, scrambled up with blood dripping from his chin, and stared ahead in utter disbelief.
Five hundred yards in front of Dry-Well Station #15, the fifty ferocious Rank 8 Void Whales that his Star-Beast Tamer Sect had spent three centuries starving and torturing into “unstoppable weapons of mass destruction” were lying flat on their bellies in a neat row along the station dock!
Not only had they refused to ram the glass domes, they were resting their giant chins on the dock bumper like fifty oversized basset hounds at a butcher’s shop window, sniffing the golden steam rising from Old Guo’s five-hundred-foot soup vat while their hundred-mile tails thumped rhythmically in the void:
Thump... thump... thump...
“W-Why aren’t they attacking?!” Elder Wan Shou shrieked through the gap in his front teeth, kicking Little Boss Hu in the shins. “They were going three hundred miles a second! Why did all fifty whales slam on the brakes and line up at a kitchen window?!”
“I don’t know, Elder Wan!” Little Boss Hu cried out, frantically waving three red command flags while twenty thousand disciples on the bronze ships cracked their barbed whips in the air. “The whips aren’t working! They aren’t even looking at us! Wait—blow the Maximum Agony Note on the Blood-Soul Horn! Trigger the three Blood-Frenzy Needles in their skulls!”
