Chapter 606: Chapter 606: Roland Gale Consortium
Regarding… Ancient Relics, since there really was no known way to refer to that ancient device, Taville temporarily nad it Ancient Relic, and its research unsurprisingly hit a dead end.
As we had already concluded, the Ancient Relic snatched from the hands of the Angel Army was sothing disassembled from a much larger device. In its original assembly, its function was likely nothing more than a signal processor or a connecting piece. Just relying on the part we obtained to infer its forr function…
Picture the difficulty of reconstructing an F-17 from a single screw.
According to Taville, the thing ca from ancient tis, and its year of manufacture is already a terrifying number; even if the Xyrin people practiced a warranty system, it would have expired by now. The “Ancient Relic” possesses extrely high technological content and is very likely a product of the most cutting-edge technology from the Empire’s most glorious era. However, according to Pandora’s residual database, even at the peak of the Empire, they had never manufactured such an extravagant item: Spirit Crystals, as an extrely complex information processing structure, normally do not exceed half a cubic ter in size—and that’s already top-tier equipnt for a carrier-level spaceship. As for the Xyrin Hosts using special information-variants of Spirit Crystals, since they’re not from the sa system, they’re hard to describe, but in either case, a massive object over two ters tall would never appear; with the technology of the Empire’s heyday, perhaps they could make such a thing, but what on earth would they use it for?
Regarding the research on the Ancient Relic, there’s hardly any substantial work that can be carried out, what’s left is to fill in the gaps in information with various conjectures and inferences. If we want to know what the ancient but powerful device made by the Xyrin Apostles was really intended for, the only option is to try to obtain more “parts.” For this reason, Pandora specifically proposed the third revised version of the Civilization Extinction Plan from the Angel Army—I don’t even know who the first two revisions were for, but no matter who revised these plans with her, such a bold but foolhardy thing is unlikely to be approved.
We’ve already sent the intelligence on the Ancient Relic to Fina, who is now searching through her pile of chanical minds for data spanning hundreds of years, activating a bunch of ministers to follow suit and busy themselves. We should have so results within a few days. For now, we’re going to see what the leaders of Roland Gale have to say about these things: They’ve been dealing with the Angel Army all their lives; they know a lot more about their old rivals’ trump cards than we do.
When the huge Imperial Fleet approached the first colonization star and navigation point of the Roland Gale Consortium, we received widespread attention from all aspects of this tough-natured nation. Well, it might be considered serious attention. They are no strangers to Imperial ships; for one-third of their lives, they have been severely beaten by “Shepherds,” another third they have been driven by “Shepherds” to have tough fights with other civilizations, and the remaining third is spent watching other races being tornted by Shepherds until they’re worn out. This is a world where they’re all under the shadow of Imperial forces. However, their familiarity with Shepherds is limited to small encounters with Supervision Teams and Wanderers, and such etings are basically chaotic scrambles—who has the leisure to seriously observe how many antennas are installed on a Shepherd’s spaceship?
To witness quietly from the ground, thousands upon thousands of Imperial Fleet majestically flying overhead… that’s sothing normal people wouldn’t even dare to think about.
Thanks to the Xyrin Civilization’s “big is beautiful” central idea, the imposing majesty of the Imperial warships captures attention wherever they go. When we stayed in orbit above a border planet exchanging passcodes with the authorities, civilians on the ground didn’t even need telescopes; on a clear day, they could clearly see the dense shadows in the sky. We stayed for less than a day, yet police and riot control were exhausted like dead dogs: they had to do everything in their power to convince the restless masses that doomsday had not yet arrived and the Imperial ships above were just passing by. The reputation of the “Shepherds” had built up over ti; facing the approach of the Imperial Army, not everyone has the nerve as strong as Fina’s alloy circuit board.
The vast citizens of the Roland Gale Consortium expressed trendous pressure.
As a Savior, this is the first ti I’m being regarded with such dread—honestly, I feel quite pressured too. I really miss the welcoming aisles of Azeroth and other places…
“Girl, are you sure you have a good relationship with the Consortium?”
Our great caution from Roland Gale’s side made a bit embarrassed, and seeing Lilina’s nonchalant expression, everyone thought it best to confirm whether what this girl said had any truth: She has always been careless with her words.
“Boss, you should trust , waaa!” Lilina clenched her little fists with full vigor, evoking cuteness with ill intent while quickly shoving the last piece of orange into her mouth. “In the na of Lady Goddess, the Holy Temple Army did distribute leaflets near the Roland Gale Border, and we even successfully preached our doctrine on two planets; they’re just a bit over-sensitive, that’s all!”
For the love of the Nine Heavens Gods, just spare us the story of your missionary work!
“Your pass… your transit codes have been updated,” at that mont, the Garrison Officer from the Roland Gale Border outpost finally appeared again on our communication screen, interrupting Lilina’s boastful talk. The man handling our customs communication was a middle-aged Baldie, slightly overweight but looking energetic. The only questionable thing about him was his shining bald head, now glistening clearly, his sweat under the lights making him look from a distance like Tathagata with a halo. “The… the Imperial Fleet, you may now pass through the Wusheler Star System blockade… the blockade line.”
Greeting tens of thousands of “Shepherd” warships (not to ntion the smaller spaceships we kept in the Mother Ship) through one’s own defensive line must be the most thrilling work in the history of the universe and a day worth rembering for the rest of that uncle’s life. Although Fina was the first person the Xyrin Empire made contact with in this universe, it was a Baldie Garrison Officer from Roland Gale Consortium at the East Sky Region Border who first made a public appearance and peacefully interacted with the Imperial Fleet. Uncle Baldie, you might as well stop wiping your sweat, resign, write a moir called ‘My Autobiography,’ and you’ll have no worries for the rest of your life.
After ending communication with the customs authority, Visca shook her head in disappointnt: “I’ve heard that Roland Gale is known for their tough stance, hating the Shepherds to the bone, even daring to directly disobey the Shepherds’ orders. Now it seems they’re not all that.”
“Even Wu Song had cramps in his calves before fighting the tiger, let alone a small border outpost civil officer. Fleet, set sail, enter the Roland Gale territory, and we’ll dock directly at their Capital Star.”
“We could just jump directly above their Capital Star, couldn’t we?” Visca pouted, finding it boring to deal with customs without a fight, “Being so polite to these low-level civilizations while exchanging transit codes with their fragile outposts, more flimsy than paper, ugh, Brother, how boring~~~”
Now, how to put this? Our simple formal visit from the border is nearly causing national unrest, let alone if a huge army were to pop up directly above their capital—anyway, the Angel Army would surely be over the moon.
The Roland Gale Capital Star is located in a very desolate Sky Zone, surrounded by few Constant Star Systems, and the Constant Star System itself is also quite small. The remote capital relies entirely on costly specialty transportation to maintain its prosperity and convenience.
I know the situation described above seems illogical, but in this world, most kingdoms would choose such a location for their Capital Stars. Fina’s capital was even built in a godforsaken Constant Star System that had beco a dim Red Dwarf Star thousands of years ago. The Free Kingdom’s capital can only simulate sun and day/night cycle with a planetarium at a shocking cost. By comparison, though the capital of Roland Gale was desolate, it still had a relatively nicer environnt.
There’s only one reason for such locations: safety.
As ntioned before, in this universe, apart from the Shepherds, no other Race has mastered the technology to make Virtual Coordinate Jump Engines. Any warship aiming for super-long jumps must find a sufficiently strong Gravity source near the targeted location to anchor. Therefore, every power in this universe will position their capitals as remote as possible, with few celestial bodies around, and the smaller the Constant Star System, the fewer direct jump attack routes the enemy can take. The ideal situation is such that the Capital Star can only be entered through a solitary nearby military fortress—this is the concept of walls in interstellar warfare, and a unique “style” shaped by this cruel Universe. Just like General Jie En once said in a casual conversation, “In this godforsaken place, even the mightiest Empire must always be prepared for national demise—no matter how strong you are, the Shepherds can erase you in a whim.” Compared to the slight inconvenience caused by the capital’s remoteness, which can be compensated by transportation costs, being surrounded by “neighbors” who might beco enemies and have their armies at your gates is the greater terror.
The Titan Star, the capital of the Roland Gale Consortium, is the only mild Planet in this Constant Star System suitable for human life, and the other three planets have all been transford into formidable fortresses, occupied by unmanned heavy Planet Cannons. Titan’s size is nearly the sa as Earth, but its Gravity is slightly stronger, making its inhabitants sturdier and causing most of its plant life to be sowhat stunted. The silver and grayish black of steel structures are the two colors that dominate the planet’s mosaic. Observing this Planet from a geostationary orbit, you can see its surface is covered with neat, sharp lines and massive Energy Engines, imbuing it with a sense of gravity. These raw, cold traces of human engineering make Titan seem more like a heavily fortified military base than a Colonial Planet designed for human habitation.
“Ecological holand,” “habitable beautiful city,” “elegant scenic spot,” are rare words in this universe. No one would let the capital be surrounded by flowers just for the sake of a comfortable dwelling, even Fina’s palace is just a steel fortress like any other.
“The fleet is on standby in synchronous orbit, and the Imperial Admiral has activated the anti-gravity engine, ready for a slow descent.”
Sivis issued the order, and Titan, filled with power and a sense of heaviness, imdiately magnified before our eyes.
Lilina once said she had very brief contact with the official forces of the Roland Gale Consortium, but now it seems that this girl’s actions back then in Roland Gale were probably not as simple as “minimal contact.” At the very least, she was able to directly converse with the leader of the Roland Gale and persuade them to confidently allow the Imperial Army to enter their territory, which is no ordinary feat.
Lilina is not just for being cute and causing trouble—Goddess’ Scripture—Revised Edition at Half-Past Three Yesterday Afternoon.
Stretching hundreds of kiloters, the Imperial Admiral could not possibly land in the city. Tens of kiloters to the west of the Titan capital, there is a huge cleared area that was obviously just leveled—it’s enough for the Imperial Admiral to completely stretch out and lie on, and although there’s no decoration on this land, just flattened, the effort to prepare such a vast landing site for us within just a day or two demonstrates just how seriously Roland Gale takes this visit from the Imperial Army—it’s a no-brainer.
As the altitude decreased, the vast and neat crowd and vehicles next to the landing site also gradually beca clear. Preliminary estimates suggest that there are nearly ten thousand uniford officials, not to ntion the seas of civilians. Although an Imperial warship is a synonym for terror in this world, when such a vast warship lands right before their eyes without hostile intent, people’s curiosity will still overshadow everything else—probably half of the crowd below ca to see whether “Imperial People are round or square.”
When the glorious and huge golden cross broke through the clouds, wrapped in a myriad of brilliance and deafening roar, slowly descending, the several hundred thousand people and soldiers on the landing site fell silent in an instant. Countless eyes, wide open, followed the dazzling light slowly moving; a slight disturbance arose in the crowd, possibly caused by a few panicked citizens, but it quickly returned to calm. The carefully selected officials, who were the first to make direct contact with the Imperial People, tensed every muscle in their bodies, their expressions exceedingly solemn, ready to welco this historic mont, even a mont that could determine the survival or death of the entire Empire.
Nobody questioned the leader’s judgnt, but the connotation of the words “Imperial Army” was simply too indestructible.
The huge spaceship, like a colossal city, had landed, but the crowd, who had been prepared for an earthquake, felt not the slightest tremor. That massive warship touched the ground as if it were a light floating feather, and the mont it contacted the first grain of sand on the ground, its montum was precisely zeroed. rely this braking technology was the thing low-level civilizations could not hope to catch up to.
And then… there was about ten minutes of silence. The crowd didn’t move, but the Imperial warship didn’t either. Both sides just quietly stayed put until the officials who’d co to et us started to look at each other: weren’t the Imperial People coming out?
“Rumble—”
At that mont, the low rumble of the anti-gravity engine sounded again, and under the puzzled gazes of everyone, the imposing golden cross warship once again slowly rose into the sky, until it was a few kiloters above the landing site. Then, this massive object elegantly rotated a full one hundred and eighty degrees, completely defying the laws of inertia, and descended once more.
Everyone looked at each other in bewildernt, not knowing what the issue was. Even if soone had a guess, they likely wouldn’t dare to say it. Anyway, as if nothing had happened, the montarily distracted officials once again made a display of welco. This ti, finally, soone disembarked from the enormous warship.
First to appear was a large group dressed in black tallic war armor, wielding massive weapons, heavily ard guards. In the Xyrin Empire, military supremacy was paramount; even ceremonial guards had to look imposing. Using short-range space transmission, two rows of guards instantly ford a corridor over a hundred ters wide, stretching from the warship right up to the front of the welcoming party. The sudden appearance of a few Xyrin Soldiers right in front of the Roland Gale guards almost knocked one over, and then, a bunch of people who looked as if they were dragging their families along… Anyway, they appeared frost-faced at the end of the corridor, nodding at everyone.
It was mortifying. After landing, we discovered that Dingdang had caused a malfunction in the sequence of the personnel entry and exit passages from number ten onwards while running around playing last night. The little thing, fearing punishnt, used divine power to cover it all up until we noticed that besides the vehicle entrance, all the left-side doors couldn’t be opened and the truth was exposed!
“Frost-faced” my foot; these were Imperial Leaders trying to suppress their laughter after a major blunder!
Due to this little mishap, we all wanted this tedious reception to end as quickly as possible. After eting the stern and solemn officials who had co to greet us, we didn’t want to waste words and simply demanded to see the leader of Roland Gale. This left the Roland Gale people with the impression that “the Imperial People are an extrely stern and efficient race”—what a stretch of the truth.
The atmosphere couldn’t really be described as friendly; in fact, there was an undercurrent of hostility. Still, there was more repression and tension than anything else. I could feel the countless curious glances sweeping over us, and hushed whispers from a distance, struggling to be suppressed. However, whenever soone from our party looked toward those directions, all we saw was a chilling silence.
Well, even so, I did overhear so of what they were discussing. It was mostly about the doll on my shoulder and the Pandora Sisters’ height… The sisters’ grievances were almost tangible. You guys over there who don’t want to die, better change the subject quickly!
“Please don’t take it personally,” said a Roland Gale official accompanying us—a slightly short but resonant and military-deanored middle-aged man. His posture was the straightest among all Roland Gale officials, and his modest height even earned appreciation from the Pandora Sisters. “To speak frankly, up until today, we all imagined we would only et the Imperial Army at a mont of life or death. You all are too terrifying for us.”
“I can see that,” I replied, a bit awkwardly. “Those rebels had defected to this place before I even ascended the throne. If it weren’t for my sister accidentally making her way here, we wouldn’t even be aware of these traitors’ existence. Bullying the weak, they are a disgrace to the Empire.”
Lilina began to sneakily pinch my thigh from behind: “You morized that line in advance, didn’t you?”
Can’t I be serious just once?
“To be honest, if it weren’t for your sister leading missionaries at our kingdom’s border a few months ago, our impression of the Imperial Army would have been forever mistaken. We are truly surprised by today’s encounter.”
“I thought your leader would personally co to greet us,” Big Sister said in her simple mid-length skirt and white cotton jacket. Due to her affinity, she was the only one among us whose words didn’t cause a wave of shivers around. However, her tone seed almost accusatory now, “Standing beside is the Empire’s supre leader.”
“I am very sorry,” replied the sa comndable military-deanored man, “but you would understand if you saw the state of our leader.” (
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