Xyrin Empire-Chapter 654

Stier, Zuotian Tsuruya, Chichun Shili, Lola Stewart, Misaka Mikoto, Shen Lie Huozhi, Black (pronunciation: pervert), and even Misaka who was picked up along the way and Yifang Lolicon... This group of people, all from the Magic Prohibition World but usually unrelated, somehow made me feel incredibly accomplished when they lined up in front of me.

I should sign an autograph for myself first.

It looks like Sandora’s guess wasn’t wrong. She once told me, though the date for inviting special guests from various worlds to Shadow City was a week later, aside from a few worlds that really couldn’t arrive earlier, representatives of all vassal races would definitely not want to be last; they would arrive one after the other in advance. Look now, Azeroth’s joyful leaders skipped work the very next day and fled to my place to play WoW all day. The Magic Prohibition World has also formed a group, and I just received the transmission signal coming from the direction of Vedis World: those faction leaders are indeed action-oriented. In the face of the grand Carnival of All Realms, their enthusiasm is truly high.

Misaka Mikoto and the junior high students from Academy City, of course, weren’t faction leaders, but their current status as special representatives from the scientific side of the Magic Prohibition World was widely known. The former rulers of Academy City had now renamed themselves Aresta the Skeleton Walker, a completely enslaved undead creature. Under the guidance and support of the Imperial Supreme Command Department, the inverted man had completely purged all high-level officials of Academy City. Now, the independence of the scientific side of the Magic Prohibition World was virtually non-existent; they were the only dependent force completely controlled by the Empire regarding internal politics— that somewhat explains why several junior high girls became special representatives...

Poor inverted man, he doesn’t even have more authority in the Imperial military system than Tsuruya, who, after all, is an officer officially listed in the army’s organization. I guess my energetic little sister, second only to Qianqian, managed to arrange such a status for her friends with less than two sentences: they didn’t even need an invitation.

"Wow, it seems like there’s a bit of a festive atmosphere already!"

Walking on the streets and observing the unusually large number of visitors from various worlds, Tsuruya exclaimed in surprise, "Usually, Shadow City doesn’t have so many people from other worlds."

You could tell right away that someone with long black hair frequently skipped classes to play in Shadow City.

"Anyway, whether Zuotian attends classes or not doesn’t make a difference," Chichun looked resentfully at her friend, still somewhat bitter about her friend’s skirt-flipping attacks, "But it really is lively now. Just now, I even saw a big round ball floating past— Is that some sort of machine needed for the festival? Like a guide robot?"

"That’s a Round Planet person," I casually tagged Bieberu’s race with a strange label, "A new member of the Empire. We just ended a war, some new races merged into the Imperial dominions, but you haven’t been around for the last two or three months, so you might not know. The place has become lively because of the new members: the festival is still far off, those who have arrived early are only the leaders of the various forces and special representatives, and they are not enough to liven up such a huge city."

"War?" The word I casually mentioned suddenly quieted everyone, as these girls who spent their days enjoying the peaceful campus life weren’t used to treating war as casual conversation topic, "Director... um, brother, you weren’t hurt, were you?"

"Hmph, stop worrying about this perverted big brother," a flat-chested twintail who was still upset about my recent act of dumping her into a flower bed, although a glance of genuine concern had flashed in her eyes just now, quickly turned into sass, the only saving grace being that due to numerous times of... "education," she at least no longer calls me uncle, "The pervert’s life force is very strong! Plus, he has so many even more perverted armies."

Hey! The last thing I want is to be called a pervert by you!

"Um... but even with this role, I’ve never been able to help..." Tsuruya looked a bit dejected and pouted, "But isn’t Miss Lola your assistant? Don’t you know?"

Hmm? Tsuruya’s relationship with Lola seems pretty familiar? Because they work in the same system and communicate often? Speaking of which, what exactly did the complex forces of Magic Prohibition World turn into after being juggled by the Empire following the Three-blade Axe of the Apocalypse?

I suddenly became curious about this question. Back then, the actions of the Imperial Army in Magic Prohibition World were massively significant, facing the direct onslaught of the apocalypse, we didn’t have time to contact this and that sect from all over the world. We left everything to Lola, who had been "blessed by God," and then used thunderous methods to suppress the forces of the scientific side. Finally, we firmly resisted the apocalypse, and such reckless actions naturally violently disrupted the existing power structure of that world. As a result, the major sects, because they were deliberately ignored by the "angel" during the recent miracle, quickly declined, while the British Puritan quickly rose and became the spokesperson for the magic side in a short time. The science and magic camps were forcibly merged by us using almost violent methods, and now, it seems this merger was first reflected by a student from Academy City and a leader from the magic side.

"I didn’t receive any war mobilization orders," said the perpetually seventeen-years-old archbishop with a troubled smile, "I just suddenly received news a few days ago that the war had ended, seems like I was completely overlooked by my Lord this time, and it’s really upsetting."

"Your grammatical issues are more heartbreaking," Stier criticized his immediate superior without hesitation. Beside him, Shen Lie Huozhi seemed to want to say something, but upon realizing that she couldn’t garner any face for her bishop on this topic, the Girl Saint wisely chose to shut up.

Lola’s lips twitched visibly, but in front of me, she still tried to put on the guise of a good girl—although would it kill you to not maliciously act charming when you’re perpetually seventeen? Depressed, she curled her lips and said while looking across the street, "It must be the kind of high-level war that a civilization at our level can’t intervene in. Although previously clueless, I observed the situation in Shadow City, there is an atmosphere here as if after a brutal battle, we finally welcome an era of peace, and those newly emerging races have an ’aroma’ about them that I’m very concerned about."

The Fox Woman paused and looked into my eyes, "The smell of blood, the smell of death, the scent of ghosts and gods. I’ve never seen such a scenario before. Even when they face their compatriots, their eyes carry the sharpness of venomous snakes at all times, as if they are forever on the battlefield, of course, except for those faceless big iron balls."

"Tch, no wonder that kid just said there were a few people with fierce looks in their eyes on the street, so it was for such a boring reason."

Yifang, who had been silently following behind us, trying to leave but kept being dragged forward by Misaka Misaka, spit in disgust, clearly annoyed, "Where on earth did you find these guys? It’s like they are always a second away from killing someone."

I could only smile helplessly, unable to explain clearly.

The Pan-Galactic Civilization Community, this should be considered the most fierce fighting tribe among the Empire’s vassal races at present. Having survived in that cruel universe to this day, they have made war a part of their daily life and remain vigilant about everything around them, even in a peaceful environment. Their thousands of years of confrontation with the Imperial Rebel Army has not turned them into a super civilization as powerful as the Xyrin Apostles, but has cultivated within them fierce souls that can rival those of the Imperial People. This fierceness is the greatest advantage of their status as an Empire’s vassal, but it also poses some trouble: the members from the Pan-Galactic Civilization Community are not yet accustomed to the peaceful environment within the Imperial Dominions, and their sharpness in their eyes often leads to misunderstandings among those who are unaware of their kind nature.

Taking advantage of this carnival, the idea is to let all worlds understand everything that the Civilization Community has gone through, to let them know how such a fierce tribe came to be. This is one of Sandora’s plans; we certainly don’t want any misunderstandings to create barriers among the myriads of races under our rule.

"You guys might as well check the database later, the scale of that war is enormous, it’s impossible to clearly explain it in a sentence or two," I knocked on a few curious little girls’ heads one by one, urging them to watch their path, "Speaking of which, Lola, what has your world prepared?"

"Our situation is special," Lola said, her expression growing serious when speaking of official matters, "Ordinary people do not even know that our entire world is now under the rule of the Empire, so preparing for the festival is a bit difficult, but rest assured, I won’t disappoint you. We will showcase our world’s unique symbol techniques and cultural heritage. While technology might not have much value to display in Shadow City, our mastery in mysticism is something I’m confident is not inferior to those who inhabit magic worlds."

I trust that. The brutal religious symbolic power of the Magic Prohibition World is an utterly ridiculous thing; a widely known historical legend can provide ordinary people in the real world with unimaginable powers. This bizarre phenomenon is something even Taville finds extremely intriguing.

Lola and her party, bearing the title of special representatives but purely here for enjoyment like Misaka and others, are different. The Fox Woman was here for serious business and after chatting for a short while, they said their farewells to us in front of the embassy of the Magic Side of the Magic Prohibition World in Shadow City.

"Really looking forward to it, this unprecedented festival," the Fox Woman slightly bowed to me outside the embassy, "This is an event worthy of being recorded in the classics, perhaps after the Old Testament and the New Testament, we may personally compile a new record of miracles."

"Hey! You can’t be serious?!"

Stier choked dramatically on his cigarette, "You want to revise the ’Bible’?" freeωebnovēl.c૦m

"Can I not? After the doomsday and the appearance of new miracles, the voice in the Cross Sect claiming ’a new mythological era has arrived’ is getting louder. Compared to Noah building the Ark during the flood, isn’t our survival in the meteor shower worthy of being included in the record of miracles? A new mythical era has begun, we must declare, the Lord has returned."

"Suit yourself," I shrugged, "I know the customs of the Cross Sect. When the time comes, I’ll have Alaya pluck some feathers for you as Holy Artifacts, she has already become the recognized Angel of Cross Sect, I will let her personally acknowledge the new ’Bible’—that thing should be called a sequel, right?"

Lola’s ideas might seem absurd to Stier, but I’m already used to them: Dingdang Religion’s Bible has been revised four or five hundred times already, could the gods of your Cross Sect faith be higher than Dingdang’s essence?

"Thank you very much for your recognition."

Lola immediately showed a surprised expression. Alaya, the genuine Angel, had appeared again and acknowledged the value of the new Bible in the eyes of God. For the British Puritan— a woman who highly valued the interests of the Church Court—this was a tremendous blessing.

"Don’t get too excited, it’s just a fan-made version getting official authorization." I was more laid-back about it, guessing what Lola was supposed to write was like a fan edition of the Bible, right?

Everyone: "..."

After parting ways with the British Puritan delegation, I led four young girls who had skipped class for some aimless wandering around Shadow City, and before we knew it, we found ourselves on the edge of the military district.

"Ah, let’s go check out Silvia’s place!"

Tsuruya suddenly remembered something and suggested excitedly.

Her proposal was immediately adopted by everyone. Although a bit slow to react, Silvia’s affable nature was unquestionable. She hadn’t interacted much with this group of four from Academy City, but they had a good relationship. I, too, felt a bit frazzled lately, so it seemed a good idea to visit her and relax a bit: being slow was what I often labeled as a brain decelerator.

"Ding-ling-ling..."

The clear sound of crystal wind chimes rang pleasantly as the glass door of Silvia’s Candy House was pushed open from the outside. The bunch of us waited patiently at the door for five seconds, until Silvia’s voice finally came through, "Ah, we have guests!"

...Seems like she reacted a few microseconds faster than last time? Silver-haired Mole, have you been taking something for your brain lately?

"Is Silvia always so laid-back?" Tsuruya cutely stuck out her tongue, then happily ran over to the silver-haired slowpoke coming from the shelves, engaging in a warm conversation.

I looked around the not-so-large Candy House, which was tidy and clean. Each glass compartment for sweets gleamed with a crystal reflection. Silvia might be slow but she was meticulous about her work—just a shame that her frequent mistakes seemed to be limited by her intelligence.

I immediately noticed a rag rolled up in a glass compartment on the opposite wall, while next to it, where the rag should have hung, dangled a candy box...

"Ding-ling-ling..."

The crisp sound of the wind chimes rang out again. I turned around, but surprisingly, this time at the door was not a Xyrin Host or Sister Misaka selling sweets, but...

A girl dressed like a Mechanical Girl: Ola.

"Hey, who is she?" Black tugged at my arm and asked in a low voice, clearly puzzled by her ever-present light armor and the alloy mask on her face.

"Ola, my new Commander, though I don’t know much about her."

The Leader Bee Commander, who appeared suddenly in the Candy House, clearly paused in surprise upon seeing me here. Then she walked over, and simultaneously, everyone heard a "zzz-zz-shh" noise like radio interference, a strange phenomenon that occurred when Leader Bees suddenly focused their attention. It seemed related to their crystal abilities.

Closest to me, Black and Mikoto quickly pressed their ears, thinking they had experienced sudden hallucinations. Those unfamiliar with such electronic noise definitely found it uncomfortable, but fortunately, it faded quickly. When Ola spoke, the noise in our heads disappeared as well.

"Salutations, Your Majesty."

"Uh, this isn’t a military camp, no need for formalities—what are you doing in the Candy House?"

"Routine patrol." The Leader Bee answered in her usual mechanically stiff manner. As a High-level Apostle, yet outwardly as rigid as those combat puppets with little intelligence, should I consider this a moe point for a mechanical girl?

Tsuruya and the others had already started chatting with Silvia. Anyone who knew her slow nature understood that you needed a lot of patience. Seeing that the girls were not paying attention to me at the moment, I casually pulled Ola to a seat by the window and asked about her recent situation.

"Due to prolonged standby times, all Leader Bees have experienced varying degrees of malfunction. The Taville Chief has been making adjustments for warriors lately, and now four-fifths of our warriors have regained operational capability, familiarizing themselves with urban environments and downloading new military organization and duty listings."

"Right, I’ve noticed that Leader Bees have started appearing in the military departments of Shadow City." I nodded, then looked at Ola’s mask with some concern. This Leader Bee Commander had never removed the metallic shell covering her face, which was smooth except for an empire’s cross emblem and her number. While I knew this wouldn’t affect a Xyrin Apostle’s vision, seeing a sister with a metal shell for a face was still bizarre.

"So, Ola, don’t take offense, but," I hesitated, "do Leader Bees always wear their masks? Can you take it off so I can see what you really look like?"

I swear, I was just a bit curious. I mean, if you saw someone with a masked face hovering around you all the time and never knowing their real face, wouldn’t you be curious?

But such a simple question made Ola, who typically obeyed orders mechanically without condition, stiffen immediately.

"If it’s an order."

After a full ten seconds of hesitation, Ola slowly nodded and put her hand on her mask.

"Wait, hold on," sensing something was amiss, I quickly stopped her, "Is removing that mask a bad thing for you guys?"

Although I wasn’t sure if Xyrin Apostles also had some ancient taboos, Ola’s reaction clearly showed she was reluctant to remove the mask. I didn’t know what the point of wearing a steel mask all the time was, but could this be a taboo for the bees?

Ola stopped what she was doing and continued to sit there like a robot, not responding to my question, appearing in standby mode. This fleeting glimpse of personal emotion had vanished just like that—she and Fina certainly matched in this aspect.

Leader Bees, quite a quirky bunch, seem different from regular Xyrin Apostles.(To be continued. If you like this book, welcome to visit Qidian.com to vote and support me, your support is my greatest motivation.)

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