Xyrin Empire
Chapter 524: Form a Team, Travel Through Time

Chapter 524: Chapter 524: Form a Team, Travel Through Time

"A group" of transmigrators?

Is it that common these days not only to have transmigration teams but also reverse-transmigration groups?

"What’s wrong?"

Shana looked at me curiously as I suddenly stopped talking midway.

"Another group of stowaways has arrived—not referring to you though; I’ll go check it out."

With that, I hurriedly left the living room, leaving Shana and the others looking at each other, still not quite understanding the situation.

"What’s the situation? Was it a team transmigration?"

Arriving quickly at Shadow City, I found the space assault team member who had brought the transmigrators and asked curiously.

"Reporting, Your Majesty! We have discovered eight transmigrators! They were armed and showed slight resistance, but they are already disarmed, and we did not use violent methods!"

"It really is the standard size of a tour group," I rubbed my forehead. Having so many, it wouldn’t be easy to accommodate them in my house; it seems like we have to let the transmigrators into Shadow City sooner, hoping that the Builders’ efficiency can address the transmigrators’ housing issue, "And they had weapons? That’s really interesting... Take me to see them."

In the small square in front of the combat soldiers’ assembly factory, more than a dozen Xyrin soldiers, fully armed, their nostrils emitting the smell of nitroglycerin, formed a mini firepower blockade line. These over two-meter tall, burly men wore black alloy mechanical armor, and in their hands were photon rifles that could serve as secondary cannons for tanks, aiming at the few "prisoners" within the encirclement. Although their primary purpose was deterrence, being aimed at by those oversized guns and cannons, surrounded by the odd Otherworld military base, the eight temporarily controlled transmigrators still displayed very tense expressions.

Seeing their superior arrive, the soldiers on guard duty immediately cleared a path, and the eight transmigrators, who looked and dressed like ordinary middle-school students, quickly focused their attention on me, clearly the leader.

They look like ordinary students, yet they came resisting with firearms?

In front of these eight, the one in the forefront was about 1.7 meters tall, a normal-looking boy in casual black clothing with short black hair, kind of handsome but not enough to irk me. On his left was a girl in a Japanese high school sailor uniform and green pleated skirt with long golden hair and a defensive look, appearing to be his girlfriend; and on the right of the boy stood a tall girl with long purple hair, dressed similarly to the golden-haired girl but with a more composed air and dressed in a green pleated long skirt, making her appear more mature and poised, leading me to categorize the boy at the forefront as something of a lecher.

Following closely behind these three, examining the surrounding soldiers with surprised looks, were five somewhat less noticeable individuals: a short, chubby boy with glasses, a petite and pretty girl with pink twin ponytails, a little girl with wine-red tinted pink short hair holding a small dog, a serious-looking young man with unkempt black hair dressed in a typical black Japanese high school uniform and an almost invisible scar on his face, and lastly, a beautiful older woman with long blonde hair, perhaps in her early twenties, dressed in professional attire.

At first glance, aside from the little girl and the three males, all four female members of this batch seemed to have an impressive bust... Could it be, after such a long time of suppression, some deity had finally decided to grant me a springtime of my own?

Then I might as well unapologetically eliminate that lecher from before... ahem, I need to restrain myself, restrain myself.

"Nice to meet you, I am the highest commander here, Chen Jun."

While sizing up the small group before me, I didn’t forget to introduce myself, somehow feeling a sense of familiarity with this combination.

Let me think, did I ever encounter a scene with four large... uh, did I ever come across these people before?

"Ni-nice to meet you," the foremost lecher promptly straightened up, nervously responding. Surrounded by a circle of fierce-looking, heavily armed soldiers, and having possibly already clashed with extraordinary Xyrin soldiers, his nervousness was understandable, "My name is Kazuo Komuro, and we hope... hope to receive protection from the military!"

...

After three seconds of silence, I stretched out my finger and pointed at each person in front of me: "Miyamoto Reiko, Du Dao Kazuko, Hirano Hotta, Takayama Sayaka, Shirley Alice, Ju Chuan Jingxiang, and there’s one I don’t recognize, right?"

"Okay, okay, I’m guilty. I didn’t recognize this obvious combination immediately. Isn’t this group in front of me the infamous...cough, the ’Academy Apocalypse’ undead ’Little Strong’ team?"

"Traveling across worlds... well, whatever, compared to commanding the Azeroth Shaman Corps to sweep through the Kepulu Star Zone with a single order, this kind of travel is nothing."

Thinking of this, I was left speechless.

"You know our names?" When I casually mentioned each of their names, a boy named Kazuo Komuro immediately showed a surprised expression. They had suddenly arrived from a doomsday world filled with dead bodies to a thriving and normal large city, feeling utterly at lost. They hadn’t even gotten their bearings before being dragged into Other Space and instantly disarmed by a group of fierce soldiers with technology far beyond that of Earth. Now, the person in front of them, who seemed to know them well, was lining up a series of incomprehensible events. It wasn’t just him; his companions were also full of surprise and caution.

Their extreme caution was obviously honed in the perilous environment of their apocalyptic world.

But what set one man apart from them, was the serious-looking guy whom I could never remember the identity of. His expression barely changed; he simply observed the environment intently, his gaze often fixating on the weapons wielded by the Xyrin Soldiers, showing no signs of panic.

"So, um, still don’t know your name?"

My voice interrupted the serious man’s observations. If he was a character from ’Academy Apocalypse,’ it made no sense for me not to remember him... Well, even though I do recall fewer male characters from that rather risqué animation, wasn’t that mainly because the men were overshadowed by cup sizes?

Facing me, who he suspected was a high-ranking military and political leader, the serious man donned a solemn expression and snapped a salute, "Officer Sagara Sousuke, although not affiliated with your forces, we’re in a bind and would appreciate military support! Also, after identity verification, I hope to retrieve my equipment soon."

Me: "..."

Sousuke, are you sure you haven’t walked into the wrong set?

Surprise flashed across my face, but after being inoculated by Mercury Lamp and Shana’s preventative measures, I was now quite composed in the face of this level of mishap, just curiously looking him over.

"Okay, okay, regardless of how you ended up mingling with the ’Little Strong’ team, Sagara Sousuke, I’ll tell you one thing. See that cruiser hanging in the sky over there? If you dare bury landmines, set explosives, or build bunkers in my base, prepare to polish that thing as a laborer!"

Sagara Sousuke immediately recoiled his head, "Please rest assured, I understand the protocol in such a sensitive military area."

I was just about to nod in satisfaction when he added, "However, if it’s possible, I hope you could at least allow me to carry my own firearms. They are of no threat to you, but they are very important to me!"

A vein in my forehead throbbed, then I waved to a Xyrin Officer nearby: "Give him full gear; after all, this guy could probably use a can of insecticide to overthrow the United States government, better to keep him honest."

After dealing with the misplaced Sagara Sousuke and sending him off to a temporary barracks with some soldiers, my attention returned to the Bronze seven ’Little Strongs’ before me.

"Do you understand what you’ve encountered?"

"This place... is a different world, right?"

Just as my words ended, the petite pigtailed glasses-girl with pink hair adjusted her glasses, speaking in a curious yet certain tone.

"Not bad, top student, quick on the uptake," I nodded, "regarding your situation, due to some reasons, I understand a bit about it. This world has no dead bodies or T-virus, so you can live safely here for the time being, well, although far from home, it’s certainly better than the world you came from."

"Of course, that damned world... who’d want to stay there?" Miyamoto Reiko, holding onto Kazuo Komuro’s arm, spoke somewhat agitatedly, "Didn’t expect to come to such a peaceful place... even if imprisoned by humans, it’s better than coexisting with those monsters..."

"Just one question," while Miyamoto Reiko was losing control of her emotions, Du Dao Kazuko still maintained her composure. This improbably dignified and gentle high school girl kept an inquiring look on us, "Why did we come here? Is it because of you?"

"If I could, I’d wish it were all under our control," I helplessly shrugged my shoulders, "The situation is complicated. This world is about to become a hotspot for transmigration phenomena. There are quite a few Otherworldly People like you all mixed in, just wait, when there’s time, I’ll convene a training session or something... Hmm?"

Just like when I was talking to Shana, a sudden spiritual connection interrupted my speech. Amid the puzzled gazes of Kazuo Komuro and his group, I abruptly stopped talking, then waved at them to indicate they should leave with the Big Man.

"What’s up, Qianqian?"

The voice of a scatterbrained girl, thrilled as ever, came through the spiritual connection, "Ah Jun, Ah Jun! Here they come again! Found another group of transmigrators!"

"A group is just a group," I responded nonchalantly with the mindset that more lice don’t itch, "I just handled seven Little Strongs and a guy who walked onto the wrong set over here!"

"This time it’s not so ordinary, huh," Qianqian continued, carefree and loud, "There are over seventy Spartans in our backyard now~~~"

Me: "..."

What kind of ridiculous plot is this?

Spartans!!

Not long ago, I was still wondering what I’d do if three hundred Spartans in iron underpants really showed up. And now, here they are?

I instructed Sivis to quickly set up a sufficiently large temporary living area in Shadow City and had Lilina take charge of the "Fantasy Country-style construction" within the residence area. After delegating these tasks, I hurried back outside.

Seventy-three bare-chested men, draped in blood-stained red cloaks, holding large round shields and war spears lay haphazardly tossed in the backyard, the pungent smell of salty rust emanating from them. Whether it was the numerous scars on their shields or the blood dripping from their short battle skirts, it all pointed to the fact that these killing machines had just been withdrawn from the battlefield. If Pandora hadn’t activated the camouflage force field in time, even CCTV might have shown up by now.

"This has to be a sick joke," I grumbled, pacing in front of these stone-still Spartan warriors. My head felt like it had swollen an entire size, "Spartans! Qianqian, you’re telling me these seventy-three Spartan soldiers just started running in the street?!"

"Ah," Qianqian, completely oblivious to the gravity of the situation, felt it was all just exciting, "Right at the intersection near our door. Luckily, someone noticed in time. A pause in time caught these people, and now they’ve been knocked out by Sandora."

I gotta say, Qianqian really did a great job this time. If she had reacted even a bit slower, there would probably be rivers of blood at the entrance of our house by now: over seventy Spartans, already frenzied from battle, being randomly teleported to a prosperous street in a harmonious society—the scene itself spells disaster!

"But what about the chaos they caused?" Qianqian might be heartless, but Big Sister had to consider many things, "Although we have successfully moved these Spartan soldiers, the northern intersection is still crowded with people!"

Pandora immediately squeezed through, holding a shoulder-fired photon cannon taller than herself, and coolly said two words, "Silence them."

Silence them, my foot!

"Don’t worry, Wood," Lin Xue had been curiously observing the unconscious Spartan soldiers, even gauging the sharpness of their spears. Without turning her head, she said, "I’ve got it covered. The Superpower Team has a strong media presence; we can claim it’s a commercial production, then let our professionals do some targeted brainwashing. It’s manageable—your people excel in combat, but maintaining social peace is up to me."

I thought we’d have to depend on urban management for that.

"Help wake them up," I told Sandora, turning back at her; after all, we couldn’t just let these seventy-three Spartans continue to sunbathe shirtless here.

Sandora barely moved, just blinked gently, and immediately, the pile of muscular men in front of us started trembling as if electrocuted.

This scene was just too bizarre.

The spiritual power of the Spartan soldiers was indeed formidable. In the blink of an eye, these electrified shirtless terminators woke up, and, unsurprisingly, they saw the "strangely dressed person" looking down at them.

"Hello, time travelers!"

I raised my hand to greet them.

But this gesture was mistaken for a signal to attack; a dozen Spartan warriors instantly sprang from the ground, their spears thrusting forward in a flash. These fierce warriors attacked like wild beasts, with hardly any preparatory movements, launching a surprise assault purely on instinct. If their opponents had been ordinary warriors, even the bravest and most skilled would likely have been unable to dodge such an unexpected attack.

"Hey!"

With that fierce roar, a dozen spears simultaneously snapped against the energy shield in front of me.

It’s just a shame, their fighting strength is far inferior to that of the Roman Spirit Army.

These warriors were clearly transported directly from the battlefield; they had not yet awakened from their instinctual killing mode. Now, any moving object in front of them would be perceived as an enemy, but I had a way to snap these ancients out of it.

I slightly raised my arm, gathering the electricity in the high sky. A second later, a thunderclap boomed in the clear sky, and a bolt of lightning as thick as an arm struck down, creating a huge crater in the midst of the Spartan warriors. Although I’d controlled the attack’s intensity accurately, the explosive shockwave still flung about a dozen men into the air, who then crashed to the ground, severely wounded and unconscious.

"Heavenly God is angry!"

Just as I expected, the Spartans from ancient times instinctively revered natural forces like thunder. A single bolt of lightning was enough to make them lay down their weapons—no matter how brave they were.

I chuckled, then Big Sister poked me in the waist from behind, "Ah Jun, this is our backyard..."

Me: "...Sis, my bad."

"Spartan men, anyone who can still stand, stand properly now!" Silently shedding a few tears for the crater in my backyard, I waved and got those Spartans, already subdued by the "Heavenly God’s anger," to stand up. The earlier thunderclap had clearly worked well; these poor saps, poisoned from childhood by feudal superstition, did not doubt for a second that they were at least dealing with a Level 6 scammer, so their response was quick—likely out of fear of another lightning strike.

"First, I’m the boss here, and you’re not wrong to think of me as a god. Second, have your commanding officer speak to me!"

Spartan warriors stood resolute, only a big man with a face full of whiskers stepping forward, "Centurion Beodoni, I only take orders from my own commanding officer!"

The message was clear: even if you are a heavenly god, you’re not my boss!

Typical Spartan, typical hard-headed soldier.

But it didn’t matter whether they wanted to obey my commands as long as they didn’t go playing ’300’ on the streets.

"I don’t care whom you obey," I waved my hand in front of this self-proclaimed Beodoni, "Want to go back?"

The brains of Spartan men consist of two parts: one for fighting, another for the next battle, simpler than Pandora’s structure. These soldiers, clearly plucked directly from the battlefield, were full of hormones desperately needing release, and the place for that release was their unconquered battlefield.

"Yes!"

Suddenly, I remembered a scene from fifth grade when Qianqian and I were held back by our teacher for extra homework. That old spinster asked us if we wanted to go home, and that was how loudly I had responded.

Back then, Qianqian’s response was to throw a pencil case, marking the first glorious time I had to call my parents.

"You want to go back and continue fighting, right?" I suddenly felt inspired to continue leveraging my knack for trickery, "Good, now I’ll tell you, you’re already dead! Killed in battle! This place is the entry to the Netherworld—but I want to see if death can defeat a Spartan warrior. I’ll give you a chance to resurrect and return to the battlefield, but only if: you obey me!"

Now, they would definitely obey...(To be continued, if you wish to know what happens next, please visit www.qidian.com, more Chapters available, support the author, support genuine reading!)