Chapter 179: Chapter 179: Super Alliance Army
Silence.
All sounds instantly quieted down, including Little Baobao and Dingdang, who never knew what quiet was; everyone fell silent and looked at Lin Xue, who had just finished speaking, with stunned gazes—of course, I have ample reason to believe that Little Baobao was simply mimicking the adults…
This silence lasted for nearly thirty seconds, and I finally broke it, “Alright, let’s now discuss the issue of whether Akmonde intends to get frisky with the World Tree…”
A small white fist, incongruous with its delicate appearance, packed with a mighty force, ca at . My powerful spiritual power let clearly sense the direction of the attack and instantly figure out how to dodge it. The superhuman physical strength I’d attained through multiple enhancents and training allowed to execute a crisp aerial flip perfectly…
“Bang!”
Two minutes later, I ca to.
Alright, I didn’t dodge it—again—I can be hundred percent certain that before I even attempted to dodge, Lin Xue, the super Prophet, already knew how long it would take for to wake up…
Dazedly sitting up, the first thing I saw was Little Baobao, hanging curiously around my neck, looking from side to side, then ca Lin Xue’s murderously smiling face, and then a sea of “you had it coming” stares…
“Do you need another punch?” Lin Xue’s fists collided as she asked ominously.
“Stop—Can we get back on topic, please?” I quickly put a halt to any further consecutive strikes from Lin Xue. It’s not that her punches could do much damage. In fact, despite Lin Xue’s abilities being off-the-charts, her combat power among us was genuinely pitiable. Although she’d received enhancents from Xyrin Biotechnology as well, can you expect a Prophet to train her body every day? So Lin Xue’s attack power… was even weaker than a Ghost Maid whose greatest aspiration in life was to clean non-stop for twenty-four hours. And the physical strength I achieved through countless enhancents and intensive training… Have you heard of a main battle tank? Yeah, the kind with hundreds of milliters of frontal armor plate…
Lin Xue knew this as well, so she simply raised the bar for joking with to the level of weapons galore. In her words: “Since you’re an indestructible Little Strong and I’m a feeble woman with the strength of a chicken, it’s no big deal for you to take a punch from …”
Well, that’s basically it. So, usually, when Lin Xue and I are trading blows, it’s really just a joke. I’m just humoring her. Really! I am! Every ti I’m sent flying and seemingly fail to dodge… I’m just humoring her! Definitely not because I can’t dodge…
“You’re the one who went off-topic first!” As soon as she saw capitulating, Lin Xue imdiately straightened up triumphantly.
“…Alright, my bad, and you’re a genius… really, your plan is truly aweso!”
This ti, Lin Xue was the one left gaping.
“…Are you… an alien undercover wearing Chen Jun’s skin? Where have you hidden that idiot who can’t stop ribbing and feels itchy if he doesn’t?”
“…I’ve already used that joke earlier!” I gave Lin Xue a sidelong glance but still answered seriously, “I an it, you really ca up with an incredible idea this ti. I admit, I hadn’t thought of such a great concept before!”
Regardless of how much trouble Lin Xue usually caused , she is still one of the leaders of the largest Superpower Organization among humans. When she put aside her chaos-causing persona and got down to serious business, she was superior to in strategic vision and generalship—I wholeheartedly acknowledged my defeat…
Even Lian Shandora couldn’t match Lin Xue in this respect. Shandora excelled at large-scale operations and military deploynt, but she wasn’t the strategist Lin Xue was. Shandora was a good general, but not a good strategist.
Of course, soone might say, as an Emperor of the Xyrin Empire, how could I lack such a vision for the bigger picture?
Well, it’s important to clarify one thing: for a Race where, from top to bottom, everyone is united in spirit, daily activities are fully directed by the highest command, and there are no conflicts like administrative, economic classes, etc., an Emperor… is essentially just a seal with supre authority…
Of course, things might be more complicated, but on the whole, Sandora really wasn’t quite up to Lin Xue in this respect.
The natives of the Azeroth world were not as powerful as the Demon Army of the Burning Legion—that was a fact. However, the Azerothians had one advantage: they were fighting on ho turf, with a numbers advantage!
The Demon Army was formidable, but they were limited in number compared to the entire world’s Mortal Races. If all of Azeroth’s forces were rallied together, it might not be possible to completely annihilate the combined forces of the Demons and the Fallen Apostles, but at least they could be severely damaged. Plus, with our help, this was almost a sure-win situation!
But as they say, easier said than done. Uniting all the races of the world, especially when many had irreconcilable feuds unto death, was downright impossible. Even if all the world’s heroes called to arms, it would not be possible to genuinely unite these races in harmony and cooperation. Thus, the idea of a “Super Alliance” was sothing we subconsciously rejected from the start…
However, that didn’t an there was no power capable of uniting these races! Since there was no such super-being in Azeroth, why couldn’t we take on the role ourselves? Don’t forget the guise under which we ca to Azeroth—Saviors!
Whether it was showing off or blowing one’s own trumpet, regardless of whether our Savior identity had any pretentiousness, I must say, being a Savior felt absolutely fantastic!
I refuse to believe that when God himself descends from the heavens to rally the troops, it would be less effective than a few scamrs usurping his authority!
Our next move was basically settled; it was just the details that remained, such as which forces we needed to unite this ti, under what na we would organize this unprecedented massive alliance, and how to launch a decisive battle before the Burning Legion and Fallen Apostles’ biochemical technology fully matured.
The first issue was resolved. According to Lin Xue, that ant uniting every breathing and non-breathing thing in this world—Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Beastn, Dead Souls, Dwarfs, Goblins, Naga, Bear Monsters, Giant Dragons, Fish Humans… *gasp* In short, all the thinking and fighting races were included in our alliance plan, and we had to ensure these races wouldn’t break ranks or even defect during the battle—we couldn’t afford such losses. However, I wasn’t worried about that; compared to the Burning Legion, the soldiers of the Xyrin Empire, who had once scorched countless worlds with war, were much more fearso… I believed Sandora could ensure those less intelligent races didn’t even dare to entertain notions of rebellion.
As for the second issue, the na for the Super Alliance was quite important. A military force’s na contributed to its cohesion and fighting spirit.
My plan was… um, how about “Natives’ Local Defense Standby Team”? I’d been fond of this na for a long ti… Last ti, in that world…
“Tubie Team?” Dingdang floated in the air, cutely tapping her own lips with her index finger, curiously asking.
“Forget I said anything…”
In the end, our soon-to-be-ford Super Alliance was tentatively nad: Salvation Army.
Needless to say, this uninspired na was Miss Lin’s idea.
As for the third issue… we’ll talk about that later. For now, we didn’t even know where the main forces of the Burning Legion were hiding, so it’s too early to discuss this.
Once everything was settled, the first thing we did was not to imdiately split up and contact the various races, nor to seek Sister Ji for relationship… cough cough, to exchange views, but to rush back to the city to bring over a certain Ghost Maid who was left to house-sit on Earth.
We had originally planned to have Anwina co with us this ti, as Azeroth was her holand, but she declined my invitation. She said her holand was now nothing but the wasteland of Dalaran County, that she no longer had a ho, and she didn’t like to et strangers, especially strangers from Azeroth. Moreover, she knew how much the humans of Azeroth despised Undead creatures, and even though she was no longer a common Undead creature, she knew she would never fit into the world of mortals. Rather than returning to Azeroth and facing rejection and heartache, she preferred not to go back at all…
Despite her insistence, I knew Anwina still yearned to go ho, but she had a point. As an Undead creature, showing herself in Azeroth would have been difficult, and there was a certain danger to our mission. As a Little Ghost with neither significant combat effectiveness nor Lin Xue’s almost miraculous ability to evade dangers, staying ho was indeed a better choice.
But now, I felt it was ti to bring her along. First, the “storyline” of this world had undergone significant changes with the premature ergence of a free Undead Kingdom. Secondly, we needed to make contact with the power of The Forgotten, and Anwina’s help would be incredibly important. So, I decided to send Alaya back first to bring over the Little Ghost.
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