Chapter 98: Chapter 98 Sister’s Drawn Circle (Part 1)
I could never truly intend to put Tosca to death.
Even though he indeed annoyed , killing him would be unnecessary because, from a certain perspective, Tosca rely played the role of a toy, just an object of my amusent. Furthermore, if I really killed him under the guise of a duel, it would leave people with the impression of a Xyrin Empire Leader who’s petty and vindictive—an image fine for a small-ti gang leader but disgraceful for an Imperial Leader.
Of course, this doesn’t an I was so magnanimous to the point of hypocrisy, so a little punishnt was still needed.
After this incident, regardless of Tosca’s background, his prospects were utterly ruined; his future likely no better than that of a destitute vagrant whose family was destroyed.
Even if William saved his life, Agna would not let off this fool who almost ruined everything so easily.
Seeing the despair on Tosca’s face, and William by his side looking gloomy, I finally decided to generously let him off the hook.
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“Forget it, I just wanted to teach this arrogant young man a lesson,” I waved my hand, standing there with an air of ancient wisdom, my aura of a peerless master soaring around in my mind, “I hope he rembers that humility and caution are virtues one should always maintain.”
Qianqian, my sister, Sandora all gave a uniform eye roll.
William was stunned for a mont, seeming to hardly believe that I would let Tosca off so easily after he had severely offended the dignity of the Xyrin Empire. After a mont, once he was certain he’d heard right, he said excitedly, “Thank you! Benevolent Xyrin Emperor, truly, only soone with your qualities could be on par with the Light God…”
I couldn’t stand his continued boot-licking, so I waved my hand in irritation. William, who seed ready to go on, imdiately closed his mouth wisely.
“Alright, now that everything that needed to be done has been taken care of, clearly, we do not need human forces’ support. So, as I proposed earlier, you deal with the enemy’s Eastern army, and my companions and I will focus on the Western major forces and that hidden main force, how does that sound?”
This was undeniable, the exaggerated power demonstrated by Pandora and Qianqian just monts ago was witnessed by many upper echelons of the Auduo Empire. If prior they harbored any doubts or aversions against the Xyrin Apostles, these thoughts were gone now. Even, if not for face-saving concerns, I believe so might sche to let us take over the entire responsibility of combating the Abyss…
Upon deeper reflection, it’s indeed quite odd. It’s supposed to be us coming to help, yet we still have to go through such troubleso proceedings. That’s why I utterly hate stubborn religious ideologists…
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The most significant characteristic of the demonized creatures is that they don’t need rest—they don’t experience fatigue or fear, nor do they demand any compensation for casualties or better treatnt. As long as the power of the Abyss within them isn’t dispersed, they can keep moving, which is why this horde of monsters that can march continuously day and night without food or water is advancing so quickly. A few days ago, they were just occasionally detected on the edge of Pandora’s warning radar, but now, they have approached the border of the Auduo Empire.
We are currently stationed on a naless highland at the Auduo border, ready to engage the enemy about to co within range.
Considering our main dps’s terrifying attack power and the ranged combat style of the whole army, once in battle it would definitely affect the human towns over a wide area. Hence, we had to choose to station in a wilderness area—such resentnt…
“If only Bubbles were here.”
Looking around at the crudely built walls and the oddly angled “table” in front of , I couldn’t help but complain.
As a special evolvable Xyrin Host, Little Baobao possesses learning, creative capabilities, and independent consciousness not inherent in regular clones, aning she could also, like her mother Bubbles, beco a Mother Machine capable of producing the next generation of Xyrin Hosts rather than being a one-ti clone. However, correspondingly, she also has her shortcomings—her growth process is too slow, hardly faster than a human child.
Though the Xyrin Hosts cloned in the usual manner are intellectually deficient and lack creativity, they are born with a full set of Xyrin architectural blueprints, ready to start working like a computer pre-installed with office software. But Little Baobao is different; though her little brain contains many blueprints, her three-year-old child’s mind simply cannot grasp such complex matters, which ans she currently does not function like a Xyrin Host should.
This can be seen from our current living quarters, built haphazardly like a child’s building blocks, and the defense tower outside—though formidable in power, it requires extensive repairs after each use due to its 45-degree tilt.
Tragedy, oh tragedy…
“Uh-huh…”
Little Baobao curled up in my arms, letting out an indistinct cry, then his little head burrowed again.
Indeed, it was a bit too much to have a child who couldn’t even speak fluently attacking the enemy base on the front lines.
I rubbed Little Baobao’s head and reasserted my opinion, “I still think we should send Little Baobao back, she’s too young, it’s a bit dangerous for her to be on the battlefield.”
Sandora shook her head and said, “Don’t underestimate the Xyrin Host, she’s small but capable of constructing a few personal defense towers. Moreover, she has an ultimate life-saving skill, it will only give her a scare, no danger will occur.”
I knew Sandora had a point, but the thought of a little girl battling on the field was still bizarre. Yet the next second, Pandora squeezed Little Baobao to the side and climbed into my arms. Suddenly, I realized that in the Xyrin Empire, Lolis are creatures with formidable combat abilities…
It took a great deal of effort to calm the two restless Lolis jostling each other in my arms. Then I suddenly noticed that my sister sitting at another table appeared to be furiously writing sothing.
…Is it just my imagination? Why do I feel like I see a tangible black resentnt rising behind my sister? And what’s with that sinister smile that appears on her face occasionally, like a cartoon witch stirring a pot of poison?
At that mont, everyone else also noticed my sister’s situation, and including Sandora, everyone shivered neatly in unison. Dingdang, who had been counting the holes in the ceiling, swiftly slid into my collar.
Although my sister had a massive cloud of resent coursing behind her, was it necessary to be so exaggerated?
“I’m done!”
My sister suddenly exclaid joyfully, the chilling resentful air around her swept away, and then she proudly walked over to us flaunting her masterpiece.
Finally, I could breathe a sigh of relief.
My sister clearly didn’t realize how vast her ability’s radius of effect was, as she simply placed the freshly finished stack of white paper in front of us.
Oh, not white paper anymore, because each piece was now adorned with sothing.
Circles, lots of circles…
“Flatbreads?” I guessed the only thing my ager imagination could muster, honestly, I was quite hungry.
My sister clonked on the head in response, then triumphantly held up the stack of papers and said, “This is my secret weapon — the Disaster Beacon!”
What a formidable na, but when applied to a sheet of paper covered in circles, it felt filled with codic touches.
Seeing the odd expressions on our faces, my sister frowned dissatisfied, then dragged outside, commanding, “Follow !” Everyone imdiately trailed behind her, eager to see what magnificent discovery my sister had made.
Outside our temporary base was a small clearing, perfect for experints. My sister pulled out one of the so-called Disaster Beacons from the stack, spread it flat on a rock, and then hurriedly urged us to step back.
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