Bingdisi was sorting out the chaotic forces within Antier through external intervention. Two thousand years ago, due to a reckless infusion of divine power, Antier had beco neither God nor human, and lost her self-awareness. Now, with Bingdisi’s assistance, she is gradually waking up from this two-thousand-year state of Chaos. When Antier awakens again, she will no longer be an ancient wandering soul driven by obsession, nor an ambiguous hybrid form: henceforth, she will "legitimately" possess divinity, reborn as a Divine Servant under Bingdisi’s na.
All eyes were focused on one place, with everyone watching the process nervously. Although I knew Bingdisi was unlikely to ss up under such circumstances, the tension was unavoidable. Dingdang, peeking out from my pocket, was no exception: the little thing had already bitten off more than a third of my button... This problem of Three-inch Ding biting things when nervous seems incurable.
Everything was going smoothly, and there was no need for the Foolish Big Guy to wait any longer after two thousand years of anticipation. Antier’s stiff expression quickly beca lively at a visible speed, and her eyes, previously filled with white-hot light, started to regain their detailed clarity. Bingdisi, smiling, lifted her hand from Antier’s head, allowing this previously frantic vengeful spirit the freedom to move. What was delightful was that the latter did not rush towards the Abyss Seal; instead, she made a very human gesture: looked down at her hands and then patted her cheeks hard. This action, only made when humanity takes a dominant stance, made everyone smile knowingly: she had awakened.
"Antier..." The Foolish Big Guy stared dumbfounded at the glowing girl in front of him. Although her half-human, half-god appearance remained, there was a significant change in her aura. Perhaps the Big Guy also sensed a familiarity that he hadn’t felt in over two thousand years. With an expression that was neither crying nor laughing, he spoke just three words and dared not continue, as if fearing that his voice might awaken this scene like a dream.
Hearing the voice beside her, Antier seed to awaken from a long dream, blinking in confusion. She turned her head and saw the big guy beside her, imdiately smiling: "Foolish Big Guy! Hey, Foolish Big Guy, why are you crying?"
The Blood Princess had quietly retreated to the side at so point and was now standing beside , explaining in a low voice as if muttering to herself, "Among the four of us, only Antier calls Barbarian Brother ’Foolish Big Guy,’ from the very first day they t till now... So when I created a dream for Barbarian Brother in the Surface World, and found that despite his mory loss, he instinctively gave himself the na Foolish Big Guy, I knew that I could never replace Antier’s place... never."
Lin Xue tilted her head slightly, glancing at the Cat Princess with a sowhat strange tone, "Hey, Little Black, just because you love a thick-headed guy, don’t give up voluntarily. Love is sothing you have to fight for yourself—I almost missed it back then."
I chuckled awkwardly, feeling uncomfortable comparing myself to the Foolish Big Guy. Lin Xue gave a side-glance in this direction, perhaps talking to herself or soone else, "Luckily, back then, that piece of wood wasn’t solid; I wouldn’t want to feel as miserable as this unlucky Little Black Cat."
I decided to take it as a complint, at least counting as a consolation prize...
By now, the Foolish Big Guy had cooled off after experiencing initial confusion and elation. He began trying to explain to Antier all that had happened during her long years of slumber, but his straightforward and inarticulate nature left him struggling to know where to begin. Scratching his head, he was tongue-tied for a long ti, while Antier, furrowing her brows in confusion, asked, "Foolish Big Guy, what’s wrong? Do you want to go hunting again? Didn’t we just... eh? Where are we?"
Only then did Antier notice the unfamiliar surroundings, looking around in surprise without seeing many familiar faces but spotting a group of strangers: "Lili, you’re here too... but where are the others? Where is my brother? Is he out with Sister Soya again for a walk? Are these people guests? Why are we in a tunnel... oh, I rember, this is the underground of the Barbarian Palace, we’re supposed to hold a ceremony today." With that, Antier jumped lightly twice, "But I feel so strange, as if my body is healed, and that constant cold feeling is gone... oh! What is this?!"
The gradually awakening human girl was startled by her own wings at her back. She ran around the Foolish Big Guy yelling before realizing she could not get rid of that piece of white light, and scratched her head, "Does it seem to be growing on my back? Foolish Big Guy, can you check if it’s really on my back!"
It turns out Antier is quite a lively girl. Seeing her previously expressionless deanor, I hadn’t expected her human side to be like this. Although I still don’t know much about her character, a lively, cheerful, and outgoing girl like this shouldn’t be a bad person. I spotted a bit of Qianqian’s shadow in her, and my intuition and experience told that lacking emotional intelligence usually doesn’t lead to much mischief...
Bingdisi walked over to Antier and coughed lightly. The other party imdiately turned her head, looking at the goddess with black wings and showing a peculiar expression: "You have wings too... how strange, I don’t think I’ve seen you before, so why do you feel so familiar?"
Before Bingdisi could speak, Antier quickly circled around her: "It really feels so familiar, like being next to my mother... are you my long-lost mom?"
Everyone present was dumbfounded, and I slapped my forehead, then nudged Qianqian’s arm: "Girl, maybe she’s your long-lost sister..."
"Now you shut up and quietly listen to !" Bingdisi, seeing the smirking expressions of those around her, suddenly got angry. The female hooligan’s fierce aura made no one dare to speak. "Antier, was it? From now on, you follow . You are now a mber of the Divine Servants—there are three more colleagues in the reserve here in this world. I’ll introduce you to them in due ti. Let’s start from two thousand years ago. It’s like this, you have actually been asleep for over two thousand years... that Little Black Cat over there, co help out. You know the history here better than I do."
While Bingdisi and the Blood Princess explained to Antier the great changes over these two thousand years, the purification ritual on Alaya’s side had long been completed, and in the dark sealing space, no unpleasant aura leaked out anymore. The continually howling monsters also found peace amid the baptism of light. The demon power that had troubled these two planets for thousands of years was removed in a mont. The Foolish Big Guy found it sowhat unreal, looking at the "Demon Cave" that now seed no different from a normal stone cave and at Antier, who was wide-eyed and listening to the story, with a face full of astonishnt: "Is it... is it over? Is it finally over?"
"Hmm, it’s over. From now on, there will be no more demon power, no more Dark Moon War, and no more Dark Moon Demon. Red Moon and Haisenwood can now rest and regenerate," I said with a cheerful smile to the Foolish Big Guy, "And you can finally reunite with your wife. But I think there’s still plenty for you to do on your end. We’re only responsible for clearing the Abyss and restoring order, but as for the internal aftermath among your race, it falls to those ’Four Heroes’ of the past."
"It’s enough, it’s enough..." The Foolish Big Guy muttered to himself, smacking his head hard with his hand, "Unreal, too unreal, I have to go back and sort it all out properly. Oh right! You’re still leaving, right? What about Antier, will she have to go back with you?"
The Foolish Big Guy suddenly thought about how Antier was no longer a mortal. The divine Antier might have to return to the Divine Realm with the gods—no wonder he thought so, as in many worlds, humans generally regard gods as untouchable beings. They couldn’t imagine what it would be like living with gods. The lady boss of the small supermarket near my ho still doesn’t know that the beautiful girl who cos every week to snatch up discounted eggs is actually a Dark Goddess...
"Antier should be left behind," I thought, trying to predict based on the usual temperant of that female hooligan, "Bingdisi would only et up with her Divine Servants together when going out to stir trouble. She’s a hands-off manager. As for usual tis... anyway, she also has ways to cross-world check on her Divine Servants’ status."
"This world is on the Fire Line," Miss Lin suddenly said by my side with a leisurely tone.
I was montarily stunned and then suddenly rembered: Just now, completely imrsed in the good mood of things settling down, I almost forgot that outside this universe lies the frontline of the Fallen Apostles!
This is not the Imperial District. It’s a no-man’s land where any mont could lead to clashes with the enemy. Neither the Fallen Apostles nor the Imperial Army dares to set up any sovereign facilities in this world. Now, our group will soon return to the Capital World, but what about the people on Red Moon and Haisenwood? More importantly, what about Antier? Can this newly promoted Divine Servant just be left in this no-man’s land? Bingdisi can cross worlds to check on her Divine Servants’ status, but I suspect this universe exceeds her service area...
"This is troubleso... If push cos to shove, we might have to consider gradually relocating the people of this world to the Imperial District," I pondered with a furrowed brow, "We definitely can’t open too large a Teleportation Gate. If the Fallen Apostles discover it, they can absolutely blow this universe to smithereens."
Anyway, no matter how I think about it, I can’t just abandon the people of this world. Strictly speaking, the inhabitants of these two planets are victims needing compensation. Even if we don’t handle it, Bingdisi will definitely stay behind to clean up their star domain’s ss, and from a personal standpoint, I can’t bring myself to just walk away—that doesn’t align with the style of the New Empire.
But how to relocate so many people? Whether there are other wisdom races in this universe is not ntioned for now, these refugees who have been tornted by the Abyss for two thousand years already form quite a large group. Even if it’s just relocating the population and the ecosystem, it’s a big project. The Fallen Apostles have a very high scanning precision on this universe. I estimate that just opening the World Gate for a mont would attract thousands of Abyss Fleets.
However, I quickly realized that I needn’t rack my brains about how to deceive everyone, because, simultaneously in our minds ca an ergency report from the Void Observation Station’s General Defense Center: "Report, Commander! Fallen Apostle’s actions are abnormal. Now detecting a large concentration of scanning signals directing towards EN-088C Material Universe! Detected coordinate guiding signs near the enemy’s outpost! The enemy might be gathering fleets! Repeating, the possibility of Fallen Apostle gathering fleets has exceeded eighty percent! Please evacuate imdiately, please evacuate imdiately!"
"What the hell!" Not far away, Bingdisi yelled out in surprise.
Antier, who had just finished listening to the story and was busy daydreaming, was instantly startled. She nervously looked at Bingdisi: "Did I do sothing wrong?"
"It’s not about you," Bingdisi waved her hand, then ran over in a few steps, "Chen, it seems those madn have found us!"
At first, I was a bit surprised, then I rembered that Bingdisi is now one of the Xyrin Apostles, and the highest leader of an entire sub-clan (the single-person race Bingdisi), thus, as a high-level Apostle, she had also heard that alarm through the dedicated network.
"Stay calm, stay calm, the Fallen Apostles’ holand is far from here as well, it takes them ti to deploy their troops." I tried hard to calm myself down, luckily having faced many big storms in the past two years, I could remain calm in the face of unexpected situations. It was at this mont that I suddenly rembered what Miss Lin told so days ago:
How would you steal a world right under the nose of the Fallen Apostles?
I looked at Miss Prophet who was pretending to know nothing beside with a face full of reminiscence: "Why didn’t you make things clear back then?"
"Either way, whether explicitly or not, that’s how it is. My hint was direct enough," Lin Xue smacked her lips, "Don’t tell you didn’t pay any heed to my warnings these past few days. So, what’s your plan?"
I was speechless. This strange tacit understanding between Miss Lin and is really... Anyway, both of us can always unconditionally know what the other is thinking. This might count as a necessary skill for couples.
"Alright, I do have a plan, and actually started preparing a few days ago," I sighed longingly, then nodded, "This is influenced by Sandora, always planning for the worst-case scenario first — let’s blow up this universe."
Everyone looked at as if I were an alien.
I quickly waved my hands: "Don’t be hasty, don’t be hasty, I didn’t an to actually blow it up — think about it, under what circumstances would the Fallen Apostles not bother tracking the whereabouts of a few star systems?"
"The whereabouts of a few star systems?" Bingdisi, experienced as ever, could tell my intentions from just a few keywords, "You’re just planning to take away the wise beings of this world?"
"Hauling a world on the crossing lines back ho in front of the Fallen Apostles is not sothing I can pull off," I shrugged, "We need to destroy this universe with an ’accident,’ and split it into fragnts. The fragnts with inhabitants can drift towards the Imperial District amidst the chaos while other fragnts drift toward the territory of the Fallen Apostles. Anyway, what happens during the mont of universal collapse is chaotic and disorderly. This world happens to be at the border between the Empire and the Abyss Empire, so the enemy won’t notice where a few stray fragnts go. I estimate that the Fallen Apostles are not sure of our presence, they’re just cautious about the happenings in this world. Before we are fully exposed, let’s mask the truth here with an apocalypse."
"How are you so confident that the Fallen Apostles don’t know the specifics of this world?" Bingdisi gave a glance, "They have already started mobilizing troops."
"Precisely because they’re mobilizing troops, I reckon they are just suspicious of this world, not knowing what exactly we’re doing," I smacked my lips, "After fighting those guys for years, I’ve sowhat gotten a feel of their temperant. They would send thousands of troops to destroy a target once and for all when information is lacking, but when the situation is clear, they would send just the right amount of elite troops to resolve a crisis. This was also the tradition of the Old Empire: a cooperation of highly precise efficiency with rough and direct military actions. And now they’re just dealing with a few of us. If they were truly aware of the situation here, they should have sent a bunch of battle elites over — do you think it’s appropriate to send fleets to capture a few leader-level Apostles? Fleet combat power is strong, but rather, it’s easier for us to escape amidst the chaos."
Bingdisi listened with wide eyes as I logically analyzed the whole situation. That gaze made my skin crawl. I looked at the female hooligan across from with trembling hands: "Why did your gaze suddenly beco so sharp?"
"I didn’t expect you to co off so reliable — isn’t it usually Sandora who handles these military analyses while you’re dozing off beside her?"
I thought for a mont, then exploded in anger: "You’re underestimating my military aptitude!"
"What military aptitude?" Miss Lin next to ruthlessly threw out the words, "Haven’t you just gotten used to being overwheld by armies several tis?"
"At least I won every ti in the end, right?"
Bingdisi slapped on the shoulder: "Alright, less nonsense, ti is limited. Tell us your plan, how exactly to operate, how exactly to split the world. Destroying the universe is easy, with my skills, a command can disintegrate it, but that would be a direct declaration of war on the Fallen Apostles."
"Of course we can’t go about it that way," I rubbed my chin, thinking about how to express my wild idea, "It’s all on you. Bingdisi, don’t you have an Abyss form?"
Yes, Bingdisi has an Abyss form — Though ever since that Wang Ba Fist technique years ago, this female hooligan has never showcased her Abyss State before anyone, as if the Abyss on her has been cleansed completely. But the Empire now has a lot of Abyss Apostles, Sandora and Visca are also Abyss Apostles, these special life forms convinced of one thing: Bingdisi can also revert to how she was when she first freed herself from the Abyss Gate, just like Abyssalized Sandora.
"Use your Abyss Form to tear this universe apart," I snapped my fingers, "Let the Fallen Apostles think this is a normal Abyss Gate-opening event." (To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welco to vote for it on Qidian (qidian) with recomndations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian to read.)
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