Chapter 69: Chapter 69: Red Alert Magical Beast Heroes
The units that flew out of the Pyramid-shaped building were so bizarre that I could only describe them as “objects,” which felt slightly impolite.
From their appearance, they seemed to be a type of Xyrin Apostle, but compared to ordinary envoys who looked no different from normal humans, their designs were much more peculiar. At the center, their main body roughly took the shape of a human, but it lacked facial details and was covered entirely in a mercury-like substance, making it impossible to discern gender. At the waist of this main body, several elliptical metal rings hung, adorned with intricate protrusions and flowing energy. These rings formed certain angles with each other and swayed slowly and rhythmically.
As soon as these new Xyrin military units left the Pyramid, they quickly dispersed. From the metal rings around them, they fired laser beams identical to those of the Xyrin Host, sketching out one Xyrin military building after another with astonishing speed.
In less than an hour, several metallic structures that were beginning to take shape appeared around us.
As time passed, more and more “architects” flew out from the Pyramid. Soon, the entire valley was filled with giant architectural shadows outlined by magical beams and partially materialized Xyrin buildings, the low hum of energy flow and the hissing noise of light beams slicing through the air echoed throughout the valley.
Just then, a hexagonal prism-shaped building behind us activated, its exterior entrances lighting up with indicative lights. A faint rumbling sound emerged from inside and as we wondered what the purpose of this building was, its front doors suddenly opened, and a line of fully armed Xyrin Soldiers marched out with forceful steps…
Was this the legendary creation of soldiers?
At that moment, I thought of Red Alert, World of Warcraft, and Romance of the Nations…
Regardless of what came to mind, one thing was certain: the military expansion capability of the Xyrin Empire was indeed terrifying…
“Such formidable expansion capability, wouldn’t wiping out an Abyss be as easy as breathing?”
I smacked my lips, deeply impressed by this cheat-like war expansion capability.
Sandora smiled slightly, explaining, “It’s not as powerful as you think. These are just mass-produced low-level combat puppets. Compared to the elite soldiers in our personal space, these low-cost, quickly produced soldiers have much lower combat effectiveness and thinking ability, entirely lacking any emotional thinking. Apart from charging blindly and following orders on the battlefield, they have no other capabilities. Moreover, they cannot use the Super Space-Time Weapon Supply System and can’t just pull out a siege cannon like other Xyrin Apostles. Even Earth’s human soldiers, with careful planning and sufficient ammunition, would not find it too difficult to eliminate these low-level combat puppets one-on-one—that is to say, these soldiers are merely produced as cannon fodder. Relying on them to eliminate the Abyss is simply impossible.”
“That’s still pretty exaggerated…”
Lin Xue said, tugging at the corner of her mouth.
Indeed, it was exaggerated… Human soldiers who were trained for years and cost a great deal to develop were slightly less effective than these combat puppets, which took less than an hour to assemble. To say that the technology of the Xyrin Empire was cheating seemed an understatement, especially considering the speed of building bases—if a Xyrin Host was in place, a front-line base that could massively produce soldiers and was fully armed could be built in a short time. Such powerful military technology could probably only be contested by those bizarre worlds where Holy Ranks were as common as dogs, Magic Gods roamed everywhere, or Terminators ruled.
“This is not the end yet,” Sandora suddenly revealed a mysterious smile, “In just seven days, the Xyrin Nest will be fully operational, at which point the Xyrin Host inside will immediately begin to replicate itself…”
Cold sweat ran down my forehead upon hearing this—it was like a plague-like expansion!
Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night for many.
Qianqian and her sister were extremely excited due to such incredible events, and their unfamiliarity with sleeping at a Xyrin military base made them roam back and forth in a titanium alloy corridor in the residential area even at midnight. Pandora, excited about the upcoming war, stayed up all night. Sicaro, finding that this world lacked the vexing profession of urban management, was itching to plan out a vast counterfeit market in this new world. Lin Xue was drawn to the surreal scenes within the arsenal, spending the whole night in the power room studying the energy-supplying crystal matrices. Sandora, feeling a heavy responsibility, tirelessly imparted essential knowledge about Xyrin combat units to a certain half-baked emperor all through the night—unfortunately, I was the recipient of her tutelage…
We weren’t the only sufferers.
The Fire Blade Mercenary Group stationed on the other end of the valley noticed the disturbances and perhaps seeing no threat, Sandora didn’t drive away these mercenaries (this place seemed to be their territory, after all). Therefore, these local natives had the fortune to witness a sci-fi spectacle that even Hollywood on Earth might not be able to match, and these ordinary mercenaries spent a night trembling with fear and panic.
According to the city of Kabei, situated more than ten kilometers away, Modis III also hadn’t slept all night.
This world boasted a highly developed magic civilization where surveillance magics, employed by court mages, proved extraordinarily effective. Additionally, since Sandora boldly shut down all camouflage and interference devices at the base, the capable Emperor spent all night with a tense expression, watching our miraculous performance.
Accompanying the Emperor was his most trusted general, the first individual who had made contact with the Otherworld Legion Leader—Kulans.
“Remarkable individual combat strength, terrifying military expansion tactics, and the ability to allocate troops without regard for spatial distances, Your Majesty, they are a race born entirely for warfare.”
Kulans’s face was somber, his gaze never departing from the magical screen in front of him.
Fatigue was unmistakably etched on Modis III’s face, a weariness that clearly stemmed from more than just a night without sleep.
“Perhaps we should make contact with them again,” the old emperor suddenly said, “Regardless of whether they truly came to aid us, we cannot ignore such a powerful Otherworld Empire landing in our world. Setting aside the question of alliance, at the very least, we must not become enemies with them—they pose no lesser threat than demonic powers.”
The next morning, we met the envoy from Kabei City.
He was a composed man of around thirty.
“It is an honor to meet the Emperor from the mystic Xyrin Empire,” the man said, “I am the Prince of the Vedis Empire, Wiske, and my father…”
All of us, with huge dark circles under our eyes, sleepily greeted him.
Even the higher-ranking Xyrin Apostles had their drawbacks. Due to their overly sophisticated independent personality systems, they also felt fatigue, much like ordinary carbon-based life forms. This fatigue was not physiological but stemmed from mental exhaustion. Thus, while the Xyrin Soldiers who had not rested all night still patrolled the base energetically, Sandora, Pandora, Sicaro, and I all bore the same giant panda eyes.
The only one who was lively was the heartless Dingdang, who was now curiously flying around Wiske, whispering softly, “Ha, Dingdang has seen you… no, that’s wrong, Dingdang has seen your father… maybe it was your grandfather, you two look exactly alike…”
Wiske’s face instantly turned extremely awkward.
“I once heard from my father that a mysterious little elf lives in the nearby forest, who visited the Imperial Palace when my father was young. I suppose he must have been referring to this beautiful elf? I hadn’t expected you to be with the mystic friends from Xyrin.”
Finally finding an opportunity to escape the awkwardness, Wiske respectfully addressed Dingdang, who was ceaselessly fluttering in the air, deserving of his respect due to her age.
“Alright, let’s not waste time,” Sandora said languidly, “So, what type of message do you bring? The intent of the alliance or a summons to arms?”