Capítulo 1251: Chapter 1251: Angel Battle Group
I inadvertently heard from Alaya that Orelia had a “surprise”—now Alaya is no longer that drowsy slacker due to her spiritual confusion from conceptual disconnect. She is responsible for much of the reconstruction work in the Heavenly Realm City and is Orelia’s superior, so she is the first to know about everything that happens there. When she returns to my spiritual world at night to sleep, Angel Sister usually chats with about recent events in Heavenly Realm City, such as Orelia’s surprise. However, at that ti, she didn’t tell what the surprise specifically was. Orelia had just completed the formation of this Angel Battle Group and hadn’t had ti to complete the organizational and information networking work for this new troop; thus, it wasn’t until I saw it with my own eyes did I understand that the so-called surprise was the first fully organized Mysterious Side regular unit—the Angel Battle Group.
In front of , there is a magnificent formation shrouded in Holy Light. The word ‘magnificent’ might seem peculiar to describe a formation, but only this word fits perfectly with my current feelings: You have no idea what kind of imposing sensation it brings when these powerful beings, brimming with sanctity and bearing huge wings, form a formation. This sensation is hard to match even when faced with many ordinary soldiers. Of course, a battle group ford by Imperial Soldiers carrying giant cannons also delivers the sa level of pressure, but their feeling is entirely different from that of the Angel Battle Group.
After all, the latter is much brighter…
We are standing on the edge of the highest platform of the Angel Wall, where 35,000 newly born Xyrin Angels form a formation, hanging in mid-air with absolute uniformity and quietness. They uniformly have silver-white hair, silver-white close-fitting light armor, and large white wings behind them, all of which constitute a pure white battle formation. The newly born angels hover in a patch of bright but not at all dazzling pale golden Holy Light, with motionless wings, only the long light feathers at the edges of their wings stir slightly: An angel’s flight is not actually air dynamics-related, their wings may flap during flight, but that isn’t the reason they can fly. Those giant wings condensed of Holy Light are actually an energy balance device, providing extra protection and reserve output in battle—of course, to , Alaya’s wings can also be used to produce pillow stuffing and make feather dusters, occasionally even as a quilt…
This is the common knowledge Alaya usually tells , and seeing these silently hovering angel formations before made inevitably reminisce.
“Thirty-five thousand, is that the full authorization number for a battle group?”
After a long while, I snapped out of the scene before , turned my head curiously towards Orelia beside , but the answering voice ca from another side: “Yes, Lord Brother, the Mysterious Side battle group’s official personnel is about one-tenth of the regular Imperial Army, generally not exceeding fifty thousand, while the technical side’s Imperial Army, a battle group normally consists of several hundred thousand people.”
I turned my head and saw Alaya’s figure condense out of the Holy Light; she finally couldn’t resist running out of the comfortable spiritual world. While answering my questions, Angel Sister’s eyes were fully fixed on the angel formation before her. She floated in mid-air, wings behind her gently swaying: This is Alaya’s little habit when she is happy, which I know very well.
“Why is the difference so large?” I didn’t react for a mont: though the Mysterious Side’s database is open, I’ve only just co to understand the Mysterious Side’s power system, and their legion organization and governance structure are still half-understood for . Besides, before today, the Mysterious Side hadn’t completed a fully organized combat sequence, even though understanding such knowledge seed temporarily unnecessary for , so I didn’t pay much attention.
“Lord Brother, did you forget?” Alaya lightly turned around in mid-air, her wings scattering a field of tiny sparkling lights over the sea of clouds, “The newborn angels of the Mysterious Side start from the middle rank, so we also follow this habit during legion organization, only the middle rank ‘Standard Apostle’ are counted on the roster, whereas magic soldiers and War Spirits units that we summon in combat are not counted as regular troops. The technical side’s legions, however, calculate starting with ordinary soldiers, and comparing the two, their numbers appear tenfold different on the surface. But ultimately, the combat strength of the two is virtually equal, the difference being each has their combat style and battlefield they are best suited for.”
I clapped my forehead in realization, wondering why I forgot about this: In the Mysterious Side army, only base-level commanders and above count as regular enrolled personnel, all else are manufactured puppets, and of course, these puppets can’t be counted as citizens—nor can they be registered soldiers. The angel battle group before consists of 35,000 mbers because Xyrin Angels are considered among the fewer elite units; however, if on the battlefield indeed, I believe this group’s numbers would swiftly multiply multiple tis over: Let’s not forget our past entanglent with the angel thought bodies at the Sky Tower, these Xyrin Angels are not only extrely powerful individually but also excel at creating equally powerful clones for combat. Plus, the foundational courses for Mysterious Side apostles include summoning Elental Beings for battle, thereby lending an odd character to the Mysterious Side’s forces: It seems smaller in organization compared to others, but equally widespread when it cos to combat.
Looking at this angel army, recalling their various clone and projection skills, I feel that fighting them would be a rather despairing affair. You’ll face countless indistinguishable projections and a fraction of the real entities, not to ntion having to confront two even more absurd questions:
Who the heck am I fighting?!
And who the heck is hitting !?
That’s about what it ans.
“Good… really good.” I felt quite pleased; the surprise Orelia prepared for indeed carried weight. Now the power of the Mysterious Side is being rapidly reconstructed, and the first full-fledged legion has also taken shape. Of course, what I see now are still just the soldiers, but let’s not forget that we recently acquired enough large equipnt to arm this legion.
Coupled with the old Royal Starships captured from the lowa World, the Mysterious Side has truly gained the power to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Empire’s other regular armies on the battlefield.
Alaya seems more delighted than I am, probably because seeing so many of her fellow sub-clans before her excites the Angel Sister imnsely. She joyfully flies to the front of the angel formation, overlooking this boundless array—there’s a saying: a thousand people form a patch, ten thousand people make it endless, and indeed, an array of 35,000 soldiers already composes a dizzying sight. Furthermore, due to various reasons, each soldier in the angel battle formation occupies more space than regular troops; being too close risks tangling, and then feathers scattered all around…
“How’s their training situation? Has new soldier enhancent been conducted?” Alaya hovered in mid-air, looking down at Orelia, whose wings slowly flapped twice: “No formal training has occurred, the battle group has just completed its organizational structure and hasn’t yet integrated into the regular army system. However, by regulation, all new soldiers received knowledge input at birth, so they have so basic combat capabilities.”
Alaya now appears worlds apart from her usual muddle-headed and clumsy state; for the first ti, she displayed in front of the deanor befitting an Imperial Commander. Before the Angel Battle Group, she scrutinized her future soldiers, then smiled satisfactorily, “You will be a group of excellent soldiers, new recruits, the Empire currently needs more soldiers.”
“Born for the Empire!” The response from the Angel Battle Group was uniform and thunderous, the only sound they made after assembling before their commanders. Subsequently, the entire battle group returned to absolute stillness, and Alaya and Orelia’s wings rose slightly—though I knew it was to show satisfaction, I couldn’t help but think it was blown up by a roar from across—as Alaya nodded: “Orelia, I want to personally train these new recruits. They might know how to fight, but there’s still sothing missing in their eyes, they lack battle knowledge of their own… Is the training arena ready?”
“The end of the Sixth Sky Do Avenue is the Angel Martial Arts Arena, but that’s only for combat drills within the atmosphere; constructing a training ground for full-load actual combat training is slow,” Orelia’s voice remained calm, soft but lending a surprising sense of reliability, “After all, normal space can’t repeatedly handle too powerful impacts, and the current Empire doesn’t have the luxury to use worlds as practice fields.”
“It’s okay,” Alaya lightly landed beside , “as long as basic low-load training can be conducted. Once they learn to use their powers, they should head to the real battlefield to learn how to fight. All six Imperial Armies have co this way; Pandora said that beyond the borders, there are training grounds everywhere… Please integrate these new recruits as soon as possible. I want to start training in a few days. The Lord Brother now urgently needs more soldiers… right, Lord Brother?”
Alaya suddenly turned around, looking at happily. Ever since earlier, I’d been a bit bewildered by the dramatic shift in the Angel Sister’s deanor. I thought to myself, the lazy girl who dozed in her mind all day long seed to have eaten sothing weird outside. But I still nodded in response, “The Angel Battle Group is fully entrusted to Alaya. Also, Orelia, the integration of other Mysterious system soldiers with the six major corps needs to continue. I hope the mixed corps and independent legion will appear simultaneously on the battlefield.”
Orelia lightly flapped her wings, then disbanded the Angel Battle Group. These holy beings, just as they appeared, dissolved into the high sky along the aurora with the flow of Holy Light. Seeing this scene, I casually asked, “Did they return to their base after dispersing? Where is their base? I’ve visited Heavenly Realm City several tis but never saw a large gathering of angels. And now, over thirty thousand appeared at once… Where were these new recruits hidden before?”
Without understanding this question, I always felt uneasy. Orelia’s surprise was wonderful, but over thirty thousand Xyrin Angels with strong energy reactions and presence were hidden right under my nose for nearly two months—how did Sister Kite manage it?
“Base? They don’t need a base,” Orelia shook her head with a smile, “They are scattered across the entire Angel Wall area. From East Angel Wall as a starting point, up to the nearest Sky Do Avenue area, that’s where the new angels ‘live.’ They exist in the state of light and spirit across this entire space. Every ray of light and energy here is them. New angels are such beings; unless required to fight, they remain fused with the base invisibly. During this process, they can continue to grow until they beco mature individuals, at which point they act in solidified forms—just like Alaya and .”
I found this quite interesting, couldn’t help but pinch Alaya’s wings beside , “So there’s this difference between new angels and you guys. I thought they were just like you guys when they were born… Oh, wait, how strange that sounds. With what you said, they’re everywhere around us. How many of them are watching ?”
Alaya raised a wing and gently patted my shoulder, laughing brightly, “Is Lord Brother daydreaming again?”
“When they dissipate, they can’t be considered individual beings; they’re just free energy in heaven and earth. They fuse with the surrounding base facilities, akin to infants absorbing nutrients for growth,” Orelia watched fiddling with Alaya’s wings and couldn’t help but ask, “Is playing with wings very fun?”
I quickly withdrew my hand, laughing foolishly, “Oh, it’s a habit. I often comb her feathers…”
“Comb feathers?” Orelia’s expression was rather blank—should I be glad I can finally see an expression on Orelia’s face—she looked at Alaya’s wings a bit surprised and envious, “Having His Majesty personally do such things is truly a luxurious enjoynt, Lord Alaya—I usually just find a pillar to rub against.”
: “…”
Oh no, I can’t stop imagining it! So Orelia has such an adorable side that no one knew of?
“Your Majesty? Is there sothing wrong with what I said?” Orelia, of course, noticed my strange expression, naturally curious. Can I admit I was imagining a dullard of an angel itching their wings back and forth on the Angel Wall? Certainly not, so I quickly changed the subject: “Cough cough, nothing… I suddenly rembered state affairs. By the way, about the antique starships handed over to Heavenly Realm City the other day. How long will it take to refit the starships confiscated from the lowa World?”
When it ca to business, Orelia instantly turned serious. She didn’t doubt the emperor’s stiff change of topic. She just earnestly reported on the fleet: “The transformation work is underway, Your Majesty. Your expedition brought great honor; I never imagined those precious starships would reappear before . All work with the Radiant Ring is nearly perfect. The lowa people had no capability to alter the starship’s basic structure—this avoided accidental damage. On the other hand, so Judgent Thrones are not functioning properly; probably those rebels tried to analyze their operating principles and failed. The edge of the Heavenly Realm City space just had two Star Shaping Pools completed, and those damaged Judgent Thrones are currently being repaired there. As for other starships brought back, their conditions vary because the smaller starships were researched and dismantled more easily. The lowa rebels must’ve used them as experintal samples repeatedly to study the Empire’s technology. Many support ships’ cores were dismantled violently. Those fools couldn’t activate the warship cores normally, so they turned them into a ss—what’s worse, they couldn’t reinstall them back either.”
While discussing this, Orelia, usually calm as still water, couldn’t help but show anger. It seed she loathed the lowa’s crude dismantling. I know Orelia served in Mysterious Side research during the Old Empire Era; she was a technically skilled officer. In certain ways, she and Taville shared similarities: scientific rigor and extre disdain for “unscientific behavior.” The lowa’s actions were not just property damage in her eyes but a violation of sacred research—which must be how this flat-chested angel feels right now, akin to coming ho to find a wrecked site by a naughty kid…
“Overall, the small and dium starships need ti for repair; although still operable, they’re too risky for battle,” Orelia shook her head to calm her emotions, “The only good news is that the lowa didn’t lose many starships from back then. The fleet structure is almost intact, only needing a few non-main battlecruisers added. Now we have Star Shaping Pools; this production pressure is a good test of their performance. The last issue is those warship ‘mainfras’…”
When this topic ca up, my expression must not have been pleasant since I recalled the scenes I saw in the “Divine Country.” I knew the origins of the Royal Starships’ mainfras.
“Who’d have thought the rebels would go this far…” Orelia’s wings twitched slightly, “Thankfully, the core factory is working on new mainfras. Fortunately, many Imperial Starship core systems are interchangeable, and we requisitioned so spare mainfras from other corps, which shouldn’t affect the Royal Fleet’s restart progress. As for the dismantled Human Brain Array…”
Here, Orelia shook her head, “They’re beyond saving. So died hundreds of years ago, and their souls have all mixed, indistinguishable from each other. None can be resurrected. We might be able to clone bodies identical to their lifetis, but what’s the point—their self is already dissolved into the sea of collective consciousness; now, they’re rely logical machines.”
This is not good news, a mood dampener. But I understand there’s nothing to be done, those fragnts and remnants before ; I want to do sothing yet can do nothing except possibly send them ho for a dignified funeral among their kin.
And throughout this, it seems we might act like facilitators of assisted euthanasia.
Yet at this mont, Alaya, often lagging in thought, suddenly recalled sothing: “Lord Brother, doesn’t the race belonging to the ‘Council’ of the Exile Fleet have technology for ordinary Carbon-based life consciousness fusion?”(To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to vote for recomndations and monthly tickets on Qidian (qidian). Your support is my greatest motivation.)
Reviews
All reviews (0)