Chapter 1337: Chapter 1337: Broad-Mindedness
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The current situation is quite miraculous, with so many places to comnt: Just an hour ago, Harlan was an enemy fighting us to the death, but now he’s rejoined as a Xyrin Apostle. Xiao Xue had once swindled an entire fleet from Harlan and used her Prophet Power to heavily injure him ti and ti again on the battlefield, yet she’s known “Uncle Harlan” since childhood. The Imperial Army and the Fallen Apostles have killed countless numbers of each other’s soldiers, but now they have to lie in the sa repair or resurrection facilities waiting to recover. Switching between enemy and ally roles is sothing an ordinary person would not be able to understand or accept. A race trapped in emotional thinking might never be able to precisely control hatred and anger like they were quantifiable data; only the Xyrin Apostles could calmly face such drastic changes, right?
Oh, and despite being of a unique race, Xiao Xue, who grew up in the environnt of the Xyrin Civilization.
Xyrin Apostles use anger as their weapon, and they will retaliate decisively and fiercely. They will harbor full-scale hatred for the fallen comrades, but before that, they can consider problems from a racial perspective and quantitatively control all their emotions. They do not carry out “worthless or detrintal retaliatory actions,” nor do they retain “hatred thoughts that are unbeneficial to the race.” They judge everything with absolute rationality first, then let their emotional side nd their behavior. The unique ntality of the Xyrin Apostles is difficult for other races to replicate, and it’s the reason they can calmly accept Fallen Apostles returning to the fold: If a Fallen Apostle is reverse transford and enlisted into the Imperial Army, there’s no need for any consolation or education for other soldiers. All Xyrin Apostles can understand and accept their new comrades, even if those new comrades were once mortal enemies. Their logic is simple: A reverse transford Fallen Apostle becos a Xyrin Apostle, beneficial to the Empire, and killing such a transford Fallen Apostle or retaining hatred towards them produces no value. After making this judgnt, the Abyssalized fleet becos an official part of the Empire’s organization, with no Xyrin soldier expressing discontent.
Although we often need to console and educate the Servant Army to help them understand why they occasionally need to cooperate with the Abyssalized troops, in the Imperial Regular Army, Abyss Apostles have never been an issue.
To be honest, this really saved a lot of trouble.
But watching Harlan and Xiao Xue chatting enthusiastically in front of , I still felt a strong sense of discord in my head—after all, Xiao Xue just made a significant contribution, pointing at Harlan’s Glory Starship and telling us, “Aim here and hit hard,” I can only say that Xyrin Apostles are truly open-hearted…
“So that’s how it is, quite complicated, but very interesting,” Harlan finally heard Xiao Xue finish talking about her journey to this era. He looked quite pleased, even forgetting that what he needed most now was to quickly lie in a repair chamber. After transforming back into a Xyrin Apostle, Harlan seed to find everything around him very interesting. He glanced at , with an expression combining authoritative ease and polite deanor. This seasoned emperor smiled, “Your reputation on ‘the other side’ is very big. Initially, we only knew you were of an alien race, but you ended up becoming the emperor of the Xyrin Apostles, which made many people furious. At so point, we even despised the new Empire you led, but then the situation changed. Many people see you as a… ‘bizarre entity,’ and then an unstable threat. Even now, ‘the other side’s’ view of you is still very complex and varied, but there’s only one consensus…”
“They probably all want to kill ,” I shrugged, knowing precisely what he ant—last ti Vincent Caro reported the situation and dropped a hint, the Fallen Apostles had devised at least a hundred plans to kill . If not for the Divine Race watching intently, and the Star Domain expedition still thousands of years away, I suspect the Fallen Apostles would have pressured the borders several tis already.
“That’s about right,” Harlan wasn’t embarrassed at all about this topic; he even seriously discussed the feasibility of killing with and comnted on the new Empire, “Look, the new Empire’s military strength is quite average. I admit you’ve developed fast, but your foundation is still insufficient. So if it weren’t for the Divine Race, your Empire wouldn’t stand a chance against ‘the other side.’ But you always seem to have so bizarre thods, which might be due to the peculiarity of the Void Creatures you ntioned earlier? Anyway, you’ve turned the new Empire into a quirky entity. When I occasionally hear about your intelligence, it’s hard to imagine that this Empire is made up of Xyrin Apostles, the changes are too drastic.”
“But you were still defeated by this Empire,” Sandora smiled, but it wasn’t a warm smile, seeming quite discontent with Harlan’s critique of the Empire’s current state: The new Empire might be odd, but after all, Sandora and I have established it together, and her feelings for the new Empire are no less than for that old holand. “Get to know us more, and you’ll like the current Xyrin Apostles. You’ll also realize that our path is the correct one.”
“I look forward to it,” Harlan returned the smile but with a slightly resigned expression. “I actually shouldn’t have been defeated so easily today—just speaking frankly, I made several mistakes in today’s battle that I shouldn’t have…”
The old general had a belly full of grievances over his battlefield defeat—Harlan couldn’t help but try to justify himself. After all, he had just learned that a kid with the body age of seventeen and an actual age in negative numbers had advised him into submission. It couldn’t have felt good if he didn’t throw out a few words of apology—I was maleficently speculating.
“I know,” Sandora looked at Harlan with aning, “Your general attack a few days ago was exceptionally foolish; it was like a rookie’s first day on the battlefield. Just now was the sa; your Guard only thought of regrouping after you were attacked. A large part of why we destroyed your Glory Starship was that your Royal Guard was negligent. Even without a Prophet, I would have noticed such big flaws sooner or later. It’s clear you didn’t clearly brief your soldiers after leaving the Other Space… But I suspect you’re not in the state to explain this issue right now, so rest first. There will be much for you to explain once we return to the capital.”
Harlan thought about it and, realizing he really had nothing to say and noticing his physical state was quite dire, slowly nodded at Sandora and , saying, “Then I’ll take my leave for now, maybe next ti…”
I clapped him on the shoulder: “Uncle, you should hurry along, you have no idea how scary these transparent holes on you look!”
After dispatching so Guards to see off Harlan, Sandora and I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. Successfully transforming a Fallen Emperor and a Fallen General like this hadn’t happened in a long ti, especially since the Imperial Borders were recently attacked, leaving sowhat of a gloomy atmosphere internally in the Empire, such a major victory should be enough to lift spirits.
Xiao Xue lay over her chair, entering naughty kid mode again, laughing heartily while holding Little Baobao with a bewildered face and chattering non-stop: “Sister Pao, doesn’t it sound funny? Turns out Uncle Harlan looked like this when Dad first captured him! Do you think when I return to the future and et Uncle Harlan, he’ll be embarrassed? By that ti, his mory will definitely include this episode, then I can extort him for pocket money… Sister Pao, why aren’t you saying anything? Oh, Sister Pao, you can’t talk yet…”
I couldn’t even make sense of my complicated-minded daughter; only she knows how many secrets she holds and how many thoughts are in her mind. But anyway, that’s not for to worry about; she’s grown enough to have discretion in her actions.
Zhadom, having waited for Harlan to leave, awkwardly glanced at Sandora. Only when his imdiate superior retreated did he notice who was around, and no one was more difficult to face than Sandora. After all, he had once quite literally ‘killed’ Sandora, the unresolved grudge between the two made it too painful for to watch. The proverbial father-killing grudges pale in comparison to this; to Sandora, Zhadom’s was a grudge of having killed her…
According to Xyrin Apostles’ thinking, Sandora may not waste energy over such “trivial” “petty grievances,” but Zhadom was no fool; just because she didn’t mind doesn’t an he could ignore the awkwardness.
“Your Majesty Sandora, it’s an honor to et you,” Zhadom still adhered to the protocol of a Xyrin Apostle facing a higher Apostle, giving a standard military salute, bowing his head in respect. Sandora nodded, and her expression remained serious, “Your tactics last ti weren’t bad, and I an that sincerely.”
Zhadom’s expression remained unchanged, but the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
“I know, last ti it was your tactics that got Sandora ‘killed’ once, right?” Bingdisi ca over, fearing the world was not chaotic enough, mischievously pointing at Sandora, “She hung over the Imperial Capital for several days because of that, shining on everything. Back then, I organized more than two hundred people every day to sing ‘My Sun’ to her in outer space. Guess what happened?”
“After Sandora recovered, she tied you in the yard to bask in the real sun for a whole day; you still have the nerve to talk about it.” I pushed this female hooligan aside, looking at the Xyrin General in front of who once ‘killed’ Sandora, but now stood as an ally; it truly was overwhelming. I once thought I would tear him limb from limb, and even though Sandora later returned safely, I couldn’t let go: that mont when the sky seed to collapse was unforgettable, but now…
“That’s that, let’s not dwell on the past. I hope next ti, as a general of the New Empire, you’ll continue to fight bravely.” Sandora glanced at Bingdisi indifferently, turned her head slightly to nod at Zhadom, her expression as calm as water. The two of them acknowledged each other like a superior to a subordinate, and just like that, a grudge over a life was resolved.
“Alright, things are wrapped up on Harlan’s side,” Sandora, feeling at ease, waved her hand as if nothing happened, “now let’s take a look at the ‘historical issues’ with the Heisen Tribe. Is Prahan on the channel?”
“Yes, he’s being connected for you.” Sivis replied. Soon, the image of Prahan appeared on the communicator on the officer platform. Sandora nodded in greeting at this alien leader whom she was essentially eting for the first ti—the actions of leading his whole tribe into battle were moving. Even though their worldview seed sowhat unique, making it hard for us to understand their fervent loyalty that has continued to this day, they genuinely earned Sandora’s esteem: “You fought very bravely. As an Imperial Leader, I express my gratitude. I’ll soon send you dical personnel and equipnt, which will reduce your losses significantly. Also, a few of the recently fallen soldiers can be revived…”
“We have long awaited the day we could fight for the General,” Prahan’s gaze through the screen landed on Visca not far away, “Many years ago, the Heisen Tribe considered themselves the General’s people, and today we are rely fulfilling our duty.”
Visca slowly stepped forward, her blood-red slit eyes quietly observing Prahan. After a long pause, she nodded, her voice very soft, “You did well—this battle was hard on you; you lost many lives.”
The fact that Visca managed to say such gentle words to others was no small feat given her personality. She sounded a bit awkward, probably because it was her first ti having a group of faithful followers, which made the little girl very unused to it, but I could sense the happiness in this cat-eyed loli: for her, the highlight of her first half of life finally appeared.
“You all seem completely unafraid of death, huh?” After thinking for a mont, Visca couldn’t help but murmur. This girl couldn’t hold back her words; she had no concept of speaking circuitously, simply saying whatever ca to mind.
“Dying on the battlefield is the best way for the soul to return to the seat of ancestors, there is nothing to be feared. For us, death is not terrifying, only avoiding the rightful death is the most frightening thing: that would eternally sha the soul, forever unable to escape the abyss of suffering.” Prahan stood straight as a rod, reporting the situation to Visca as though he were speaking to a superior. I began to understand; it seems the Heisen People’s disdain for death is partly tied to their religious traditions—of course, the initial root cause is as Bingdisi described, the difficult, troubled racial history forcing the Heisen to disregard death, ultimately birthing their tradition of comforting the living and the dead through religion. Such matters aren’t uncommon, mainly seen in rather primitive civilizations, where the inability to challenge nature and the ever-present threat of death leads people to seek solace in religion and deities. However, it’s rare for a tribe like the Heisen to still uphold such a belief in spiritual reincarnation while developing to such a degree. All I can say is this race has been tempered through countless trials, forged to the point where they can nearly disregard all sacrifices, or should I say, they’ve even beco accustod to all sacrifices.
But starting today, the Heisen Tribe is bound to usher in an unprecedentedly prosperous era; no longer must they struggle for survival within a dwindling, decaying cosmos, nor count the universe’s remaining lifespan around limited numbers of red dwarf stars. Based on the latent potential they’ve demonstrated, they’ll beco formidable warriors within the Vassal Army, and Sandora will surely be glad to offer the most bountiful worlds to allow such brave soldiers to live. Although being an Imperial Vassal Army ans never being exempt from battle, what race could cradle an infant while facing the Void?
I took Dingdang out of my pocket, this Little One had been tirelessly healing the entire legion since the battle began. She was muddled with exhaustion earlier, but after a nap, the little creature recovered so physical strength. Before I could speak, she already knew what needed to be done: “Go help revive the newly deceased mortals, right? Dingdang is the best at that!”
I thought for a mont and nodded—even though my original plan was to simr Dingdang into a pot of thick soup again, I’d done so several tis already, and Dingdang, despite her intelligence, was starting to sense sothing odd. She constantly asked why every ti there was a need to rescue the wounded, I made her bathe, so I really couldn’t bring myself to say it this ti…
Lilina held her God and led a group of Goddess Sect Priests on the mission. Only then did Little Crow appear out of nowhere, staggering slightly. This girl walked past , covering her mouth, and I was puzzled, “Bird, what’s up with your mouth?”
The little girl released her hand, and I saw that her lips were swollen by half a centiter, resembling a fresh bee sting. I imdiately realized what happened: before the battle began, wasn’t this Silly Bird stuck in the armor plating of the Imperial Admiral? It was her beak that got wedged in. Later, Bingdisi sent Yelsen and Lin to pry Little Crow out… Judging by the looks of things, she’s assuredly learned a lesson—at least she’ll practice decelerating. Otherwise, she might end up landing on her mouth like Lin.
“Master…” The Silly Bird tugged my sleeve, her lips swollen high, looking rather amusing, “I found Big Sister Visca’s Treasure Vault.”
I slapped my forehead: amid the fierce battle, I almost forgot about it. In this world, three key issues need resolution: the first being the Heisen Tribe, the second being Harlan’s army, and third, Visca’s ‘General’s Treasure’ left in this universe in past tis. With the first two issues resolved, the urgent task was naturally to check out the state of Visca’s treasure vault around here.
The usually confused Little Bird, much like Little Baobao, was surprisingly mindful of this matter, probably having overheard about the treasure vault in public channels. After the battle, she most likely flew off in search of this Other Space—that explains why she’s only now appearing before everyone.
Now we received good news from Little Crow’s mouth: Visca’s treasure vault remained intact. It seed Harlan hadn’t the ill luck to stumble into it. The vault was about six light years from here. Little Baobao had gone in to check (also went out earlier following Little Crow) and confird Visca’s warships were inside. The spatial encryption sequence in the vault had undoubtedly been cracked by the two destructive little lolis who demolished rooms; now, we just need to go and transport the “treasure” out of the vault.
A group filled with anticipation promptly departed. (To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welco to vote for it on Qidian (qidian), your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian to read.)
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