Interstellar: Return of the Villain
Chapter 297: Meeting Broken Blade

Chapter 297: Meeting Broken Blade

Broken Blade transformed into a massive white crane, soaring with lightning speed. Her long tail feathers trailed behind her like streaks of white lightning.

Countless white feathers scattered from her body, filling the air like a snowstorm. They all turned and shot toward Lyra.

With a raised hand, Lyra summoned snowflake-shaped shields, each one forming a barrier that blocked the incoming feathers.

When the first attack failed, Broken Blade disappeared into thin air, only to reappear from behind Lyra in an instant. Her enormous wings slashed through the air, missing by inches.

Freya’s golden eyes flashed with surprise. ’This Freya’s really quick.’

Then, the sky darkened. Thick clouds gathered overhead as real, heavy snow began to fall, blanketing the buildings and trees below in white.

With a flick of her finger, Lyra conjured a fierce snowstorm that swirled around Broken Blade, like a violent vortex.

The snowflakes turned into sharp ice crystals, cutting through the crane’s body. Broken Blade let out a long, pained cry.

She flapped her wings violently, creating a gust of wind that blew the snowflakes away.

The town below, caught in the chaos of the battle, was reduced to rubble in an instant.

Broken Blade’s crew, seemingly used to such destruction, crawled out of the wreckage, stunned by the aerial battle above.

Despite Broken Blade’s relentless attacks, each strike was blocked by Lyra’s ice shields, while Lyra retaliated with her own attacks.

Lyra even tried to freeze Broken Blade’s blood, but the crane managed to evade each icy attempt.

Then, with a swift motion, Freya clenched her fist, summoning ice crystals that wrapped around Broken Blade’s neck like a tight chain.

The battle ended there.

Broken Blade was defeated.

It had taken less than ten minutes.

Now, Broken Blade could clearly feel the terrifying power of the woman before her—this Freya was no ordinary opponent.

Her handsome attendant quickly returned, setting up tables and chairs and placing snacks in front of them.

The two women, despite their intense battle, sat down as if nothing had happened. This time, however, Broken Blade’s tone had softened considerably.

"Fine, if you want to meet them, I’ll send a message. You can go to their base."

Freya pouted slightly. "That sounds troublesome? Can’t the four of us just sit down together and solve this quickly?"

Broken Blade chuckled. "You’ve got some audacity." She switched to a different attendant—one with a more attractive figure—and began toying with him. "But the three of us don’t gather easily. We don’t want the military coming after all of us at once. Besides, Lyra Shedd’s always lurking around."

Lyra’s eyes flickered briefly, her chin resting on her hand as she casually replied, "Then... how about we team up to take down Lyra Shedd first? What do you think?"

Her soft tone carried an astonishing suggestion, one that could send a chill down anyone’s spine.

Broken Blade raised an eyebrow. "Do you know how many level-nine Peculiars have died at HER hands?"

Lyra’s smile was sweet yet dangerous. "I’ve killed quite a few level-nine Peculiars myself."

Her gaze was sharp, and Broken Blade took her seriously for the first time. "Alright, I’ll pass along your request."

Lyra’s eyes glinted with anticipation. "Looking forward to hearing good news from you, Broken Blade."

Broken Blade’s eyes swept over the three men standing behind Freya, and a sly smile curled her lips. "Since I’ve made things easier for you, how about lending me your subordinates for a little fun?"

The three men stiffened, a cold chill running down their spines.

Unlike Lyra, their disguises had only slightly softened their features, but they still looked strikingly attractive.

They never imagined someone like Broken Blade—this old witch—would take an interest in them.

What made it worse was that this was a rare opportunity to infiltrate the enemy’s ranks, and Lyra wouldn’t let it go to waste.

Lyra’s smile deepened. "Of course, just pick one. If you’re not fond of these three, there are plenty more where they came from."

Broken Blade seemed pleased by her reaction. She pointed at Helion. "I like this one. He’s got some spirit."

Clearly, she had been eyeing him for a while.

"And that one, the one with glasses, left behind in the village—he looks like he’d cry if you spank him a few times," Broken Blade added, licking her lips. "Freya, you’re quite lucky."

Lyra glanced at Helion, who now looked like he might burst into tears at any second. "Do your best to please your lady, alright?"

"I... I understand, boss," Helion stammered, his voice trembling.

Lyra patted his cold cheek before turning to Broken Blade with a playful smile. "He’s one of my most reliable men, so please be gentle with him."

Broken Blade waved a hand dismissively. "Once I’m done, I’ll return him to you."

The other crew members struggled to hold back their laughter.

Freya and the others walked away, leaving Helion trembling under Broken Blade’s hungry gaze.

Once they were out of earshot, Grains couldn’t hold back anymore and burst into laughter.

"Do you think he’s going to be drained dry tonight?"

Elsie nodded seriously. "Nah, he’s got enough stamina."

Vikie, however, looked worried. "Are we really just leaving Helion like this? What if something happens to him?"

"Helion isn’t stupid," Phelixes replied, unconcerned. "If he can figure out how many people are in Broken Blade’s crew, we’ll at least have an idea of what we’re up against."

Lyra shot him a look but didn’t respond.

When they returned to the village, they were surprised to find that the villagers were looking at them with a mix of gratitude.

It wasn’t until later that they learned Mandy had rescued Gultong’s father, which had earned her some goodwill. This shifted the villagers’ perception of them, especially Gultong.

"Please, let me join your crew!"

The boy knelt before Freya, his eyes full of sincerity.

"I already told you—you’re weak."

But that didn’t stop him from following them around like a loyal puppy, still hoping she would change her mind.

By the third day on Voidstar No. 1, Lyra finally had her meeting with the three pirate leaders. If she could take them out, the mission would be halfway done.

The meeting was set to take place again on Broken Blade’s villa terrace.

As soon as they arrived, a man dressed in tight leather pants and a half-leather vest came charging at them, his neck and waist marked with bruises.

"Who’s this charming one?"

Grains immediately threw a punch, but the man caught it mid-air.

"Goddammit, it’s me!" Helion growled, wiping lipstick off his face.

The room fell into a stunned silence for three seconds before it erupted in laughter.

Helion was furious. "You heartless bastards! I worked so hard to maintain my dignity, and now you’re laughing like this!"

Vikie turned away, embarrassed, and tossed him a loose shirt.

Helion didn’t care that it was a women’s shirt; he quickly threw it on.

"Don’t like the outfit I picked for you, little wild stallion?"

In the distance, Broken Blade appeared, one arm draped over a handsome male pet as she approached.

Helion immediately scurried behind Freya like a mouse avoiding a cat, ignoring the fact that the others were laughing so hard they were clutching their stomachs.

"Such a shame. If I hadn’t promised you not to ruin him, I could’ve slipped him some drugs last night," Broken Blade said, glancing at Helion who was shrinking back in embarrassment. "He looks wild, but no matter how hard I try, he just won’t rise to the occasion."

Helion rolled his eyes inwardly. With this old witch, he’d be lucky if he could get up at all...

Lyra ignored her crude remark and asked instead, "What about the other two?"

"They’re here."

The sound of a helicopter cut through the air, and an elderly man with a spiky, rooster-like hairstyle jumped out.

At the same time, the distinct scent of alcohol filled the air, followed by a swirl of liquor descending from above. It transformed into a young man who looked just a bit tipsy.

Lyra relaxed her clenched fist but frowned. "What’s going on with the Wolf Fangs’ leader?"

The man wasn’t even here in person—just a superpower avatar.

Broken Blade casually explained, "Oh, Gino’s avatar is exactly like the real thing. Neither I nor Markle have ever seen the real man ourselves."

Lyra raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

She leaned back, her expression remaining unfazed.

With this new information, it was time to adjust her plan.