Xyrin Empire
Chapter 579: Nanny’s Fury

Chapter 579: Chapter 579: Nanny’s Fury

Dramatic developments unfolded in a way no one could have anticipated—the attackers of the Queen’s Fleet turned out to be a group of Imperial Ships.

Information provided by Jie En was severely lacking. The Queen’s Fleet’s communications were cut off at the very first instance of the assault. Other than sending distress signals, they had no time to broadcast the details of the enemy, if only we’d known we were going up against a bunch of Imperial Battleships—I would’ve made sure we were well-prepared.

At this moment, I finally began to guess why Lin Banxian had requested to hide all Imperial Fleets after we set out.

The "Shepherds" in this world, were probably none other than these Imperial Battleships, right?

Having been through many setups before, I had developed an uncanny intuition for such frustrating plots.

If we were to appear boldly with a host of Imperial Ships, regarded as a fierce flood of beasts in this world, what kind of chaos would it trigger? Universal panic, a mass offensive, or something else perhaps—it was all possible.

I had been hesitant to even imagine what turmoil Lilina could have incited when she first appeared in this universe. However, I understood why that girl, who wouldn’t rest until she turned the world upside down, had immediately gone into hiding upon arriving. She must’ve sensed the strangeness of the situation and concealed herself. Lilina liked trouble, that’s true. But she was also measured (more or less) and incredibly shrewd (a result of her exile in the Otherworld). She and the Holy Temple Army had gone into hiding before things could get out of hand, which was somewhat reassuring to me.

"Fighting against Imperial Fleets from the perspective of the enemy, En Ha," I tapped on the crystal panel in front of me, "this is really a turn of fate, Visca. Have those Imperial Battleships responded to our cease-fire command?"

The Cat-eyed Loli’s eyes flickered with ominous red light, "Imperial Admiral is attempting communication," she said as everyone tensed up amid the peculiar situation, her included. "No good. They’ve refused to respond; our signals are being completely ignored. The Imperial Battleships’ unrecognized formations are also using a frequency never recorded in our database... The Imperial Admiral has sent back a message; they are being located by a foreign information system!"

"Tell them to cease communication!"

I made a swift decision to terminate our connection with the Imperial Admiral and then turned my serious gaze to the distant battlefield scene, tens of thousands of kilometers away.

In fact, at this distance, one could barely make out the flickers of light against the backdrop of starry space with the naked eye. If not for the disruption frequency provided by Visca thwarting it, we would already be under a saturation bombardment from the Galaxy Main Gun.

The Queen’s Fleet’s bizarre ships were somehow holding out this long with field effect weapons, despite the massive advantage in numbers, it was surprising.

"There is something off about those Imperial Battleships; they are not just attacking an innocent Neutral Fleet proactively but also behaving like ghost ships, not receiving any external signals. They even have their own internal communication system," Big Sister chimed in thoughtfully, "Ah Jun, to fight or not to fight?"

Of course we fight, otherwise soon we’ll only be able to go gather up those wrecks, melt them down, and sell them as steel plates. But before that—

"Form a Joint Shield with the Battlecruisers, open the broadcast channel, I’m using my highest authority to issue an ultimatum to those Imperial Ships. If they still refuse the cease-fire order—prepare to lock down the Sky Zone, and release Pandora."

"Thud!" A small head bonked against my stomach. Little Baobao’s grimy big eyes were glaring at me with tangible resentment from a forty-five-degree angle. She was becoming ever more familiar with the metaphors of Earthlings.

"The Joint Shield has been established, the external channel is open, select the launch frequency, Ghost Energy, FIS351, load the special encryption program, Emperor, you are now connected."

Equipped with the Xyrin Communication Module, the AI of the Light of El swiftly executed the order, switching the broadcast channel to the Empire’s command linkage, while I released my spiritual power, integrating a special mental connection into the warship’s amplification device.

"Unaffiliated fleet ahead, this is the final command of the Imperial Emperor, your attack targets are not on the Empire’s list of hostile forces, I now order you by imperial military law to cease fire immediately and report your military composition, repeat, this is the Imperial Emperor, I am ordering you with the highest authority to cease attack on non-hostile fleets and withdraw, report your military composition..."

"Warning, a large-scale spatial imbalance is occurring ahead of the fleet, a Super Space-Time Strike is imminent!"

"Holy shit! This is a blatant slap in the face!"

I only had time to curse before intense flashes and tremors swept across the entire fleet. This time it wasn’t a few probing Ghost Energy Beams, but dozens of massive Ghost Energy Torrents. The Galaxy Cannons fired in unison, tearing through space and sweeping through our fleet. Clearly already within regular firing range, the enemy chose to use a Super Space-Time Attack to strike, intending to hit us hard!

The piercing air-raid alarm, the screeching of energy, the loud orders of the Commanders, and the frantic battle reports from the AI echoed simultaneously through the command hall. After our position was completely revealed, we were entirely under the fire web of those "Ghost Empire Ships."

If not for the thousands of battlecruisers, using the same Joint Ghost Energy Shield from Imperial Technology to withstand the assault, this strike would have been enough to disintegrate the Light of El.

Being forced to battle the Imperial Fleet all of a sudden clearly confused these Federation soldiers. Knowing full well the strength of the Imperial Fleet, I immediately rushed to the command seat and shouted, "Battlecruisers do not engage, concentrate all energy on the Joint Shield, advance the fleet as a whole! Curved Light Ships, concentrate fire, after entering range, target the enemy mother ships, launch all carrier-born fighters, we must intercept their Assault Ships! Pandora, Visca, you..."

I was only halfway through shouting when I suddenly realized that the two young girls had already appeared outside in outer space.

The slogans transmitted over the communication link were the fiery chants of the two little ones:

"Long live the Empire! Victory forever!" by the spirited Pandora.

"Eradicate the rebels who defy the Emperor’s orders! Big Brother will surely win!" by the spirited Visca.

"Super Space-Time Floating Cannons! Attack!" The two fiery maniacs synchronized.

Then I saw the space in front of the Imperial Fleet violently undulating as if a handful of pebbles had been scattered on a lake’s surface. Thousands of space-battle specialized Floating Cannons, each hundreds of meters long and shaped like seeds, entered the Main Material Plane from their respective Other Space weapon arsenals. These huge weapons, with blue halos pulsating from their tails, completed the Super Space-Time Jump in an instant, advancing hundreds of thousands of kilometers to intercept the Imperial Assault Ships that had already begun to charge at us.

When finally released from fighting against boats of lower civilizations in battle and instead, facing off against an equally-matched enemy, the fervor of the two sisters from the Meter Two completely ignited—how do I feel these two girls are more excited about beating up "their own people" than ever before? Are you sure you’re fighting for the victory of the Empire, and not just for the sheer fun of battle?

"Except for the carrier-based fighters, all combat units are strictly forbidden to leave the formation! The two Generals can’t possibly intercept all Assault Ships, prepare to meet the enemy!"

Reynolds also recovered from his initial shock and immediately took over command of the battle. Although we had a numerical advantage, the enemy was the Imperial Fleet. The only assets the Federation Ships had to contend with it were the same Joint Ghost Energy Shield and some Ghost Energy Weapons from Xyrin Technology. Knowing this, Reynolds chose a very conservative counterattack tactic.

If we recklessly attack, the Federation Ships, with their thin hulls, weak blood, and low attack power, will definitely be picked off one by one by those extremely agile Assault Ships capable of short-range jumps.

To me, this is really quite a dramatic scene. Usually, it’s our Imperial Fleet steamrolling others, but now the tables have turned, and I’m left commanding a bunch of Militia Ships, with the Imperial Battleships as the opposition...

No matter the secrets of this universe, it seems that coming here today to rescue the Queen, whom I’ve never met before, was indeed worth it.

Pandora and Visca have already entered full power output; thousands of space warfare specialized Floating Cannons are the two little fellows’ bandwidth limit. These Elite Level turrets almost intercepted as many Xyrin Assault Ships, the blue and white energy gratings interwoven in the universe forming a net that even Imperial Battleships wouldn’t dare to withstand. The Assault Ships have been halted, but those smaller and faster Single Soldier Fighter Jets broke through the two Generals’ fire blockade and entered the Federation Fleet’s anti-air net.

"Our carrier-based aircraft are insufficient!"

A Protos Commander reported loudly, sharing the unfavorable news. Even after being strengthened with Imperial Technology, the Protos Carriers’ fighters were no match for the Xyrin Single Soldier Fighter Jets. Even more, it would require several times the number of the essentially disposable former to take down a single Xyrin Fighter. Those enormous space arsenal-like Mother Ships were still desperately assembling drones, but at this rate, they couldn’t withstand the thousands of attacking jets!

But just then, we suddenly found that everything outside had slowed down.

The Xyrin Single Soldier Fighter Jets, previously darting around in front of the Federation Fleet like lightning, showering Laser Beams on the Joint Shield, now seemed to be in slow motion, struggling to move inch by inch through the air. Their tail flames drew long colored streaks across space before slowly dissipating. Even their Laser Attacks could only extend slowly through the air at less than a meter per second. A mysterious energy filled the space, and everything fell into a state of Stasis.

At that moment, a slight girl with short hair floated like a Queen on the command platform, her hair dancing as if there were no wind, and she bellowed loudly, "The Empire doesn’t need trash! If you can’t deal with those rebels, I’ll deal with you!"

Great, Hei Qianqian is out... Saying that is just going to demotivate the Federation Soldiers.

Fortunately, Zeratul and the others also knew about Hei Qianqian and chose to turn a deaf ear to her impolite remarks. Instead, they maxed out all the anti-air firepower on the battleships to eliminate those snail-like Single Soldier Fighters.

"Is it our turn to get moving now?"

Sister Gil, who had just recovered from the dazzling spectacle of the space battle, suddenly hopped forward, full of arrogance, "Ah ha, this is more thrilling than any war I’ve ever seen. Let them witness my power!"

"Step aside! The situation has changed, those are Imperial Ships. Do you think you’re a Gundam?"

"How dare you underestimate me!" The golden-haired girl immediately bristled up, "Don’t harbor such foolish impressions just because of the so-called ’Heroic Spirit’ power in the Holy Grail War. We’re now not just complete Heroic Spirits, but also the Guardians of the World God, the Protectors of the Universe! We represent a cosmic level of combat power; do you think I’m scared of mere space battles?!"

Uh, Sister Gil’s ranting finally made me snap to my senses.

Now they were no longer mere Earth-constrained wage earners; they were Guards of the Star Domain True God. Well, the job title was still a security guard, but can you compare the security guards on South Mansion Street to those at the Central South Sea?

Now, our crew, they’re the real deal: Guardian-level fighters. They’re standing guard at the doorstep of the World God’s temple, you’ve got to be at least a demigod to be here, believe it or not. Dingdang is precisely that imposing. Those Heroic Spirits we once crushed in the Holy Grail War can’t even survive in a vacuum, but now, as Heroic Spirits under Dingdang’s command, space combat should be a walk in the park for them. As for this glimmering figure before us...

Damn, theoretically, they shouldn’t be any less capable than a Mid-Level Apostle. Struggling against a bunch of fighter jets turned into sitting ducks by Qianqian’s slow spell?

I totally underestimated their abilities before!

Can’t blame me for realizing it only now, after all, I used to treat these World Guardians as just another vassal race and had them doing all the grunt work...

"Heroic Spirit Army, engage in combat, and the Fleet, move forward. Let’s try to establish a connection with the flagship of the Queen’s Fleet at close range!"

That was like hitting some strange switch, and in the blink of an eye, a bunch of Heroic Spirits disappeared from sight. Meanwhile, on a few other ships, the Heroic Spirits charged out of the launch bays like unhinged wild dogs. Facing a type of battle they’ve never encountered before, these revered figures could hardly contain their thirst for vengeance.

Bad luck for the Imperial fighter jets that have been branded as "rebels"—they were dominating the fight until we brought out Qianqian’s cheat card of mass slow spell. Without support from long-range artillery due to interference from the two loli Generals and Curved Light Ships, they’d now become targets for the anti-aircraft guns and the noble lords and ladies. Instantly, as far as the eye could see, fireworks erupted without end.

The Heroic Spirits, who dashed into space doggy-paddle style, quickly adapted to the atmosphere-less environment and began to unleash their skills with full force. Some of them had partaken in missions in the Kuiper Belt during the transition period and now these veterans were teaching the new space soldiers. Even Medusa was showing a group of Romans how to cope with recoil in space—that’s right, recoil. It’s a tricky thing for Heroic Spirits who aren’t quite used to propelling themselves with magic jets. Just now, I saw a row of Roman Soldiers fly backward over the Light of El like cannonballs. At first, I thought they were hit. Turns out, these blockheads forgot to activate the magic recoil when they threw their magic spears, and propelled themselves backward. And that wasn’t the worst; there’s a chap wielding a Meteor Hammer who has been spinning in place for the past ten minutes, and no one dares to go and stop him.

What a bunch of World Guardians, worthy of being Dingdang’s personal Guard.

"Ex——calibur!" With unstoppable momentum and brilliance rivaling the glow of warship’s main cannon, the tangible sword light pierced through the darkness. The explosion shone bright in space, and though the vacuum is silent, the magic resonance enabled Saber’s confident voice, brimming with conviction for victory, to reach my "ears." The Female Knight King, no longer the Gluttonous and Sandora from the past, transformed into the mightiest lion of Great Britain. With a swift stroke of her Holy Light Sword that fragmented light, she blasted two Single Soldier Fighter Jets that couldn’t possibly dodge and reduced them to pieces. It’s just too bad Saber didn’t sign up for the Kuiper Belt mission back then...

So, the inexperienced Altoria was suddenly pushed out of sight by her own Holy Light Sword. From a distance, it looked like a space rocket being launched.

Meanwhile, Qianqian’s effects of temporal stasis began to fade, and the Single Soldier Fighter Jets within sight gradually regained their agility. The Federation Army’s sluggish targeting system for the anti-aircraft guns could no longer keep up, now relying on dense barrages for the protective shield around their ships. But now... our only fighters who are stronger than those fighter jets, the Heroic Spirits, were causing pure mayhem.

If only we had a bunch of Xyrin Apostles here, that would have been great.

Just as I was lamenting, a new round of chaos erupted outside. Cu Chulainn, who just hurled his mighty Gae Bolg like a powerful long-range missile, shot off carrying Red A who was preparing to shoot arrows. Red A, in turn, catapulted Caesar. Caesar twisted his head and knocked over Leonidas. Leonidas kicked down Sasaki Kojiro, who flew for roughly two seconds before he headbutted Beowulf straight onto a Spiritual Crystal peak of the Light of El.

Human history and global culture spanning thousands of years collided in a manner resembling a snooker collision, all within just one minute. Cu Chulainn, what’s your relation to Ding Junhui?

"You bumpkins outside! Use the magic recoil!" I exclaimed in agitation while watching the holographic projection of the mess inside the Command Hall. I yelled at the top of my lungs through our spiritual connection, "Or just tie yourselves to a Battle Cruiser! You flying all over the place is seriously making things difficult for the anti-aircraft guns... Hercules, what do you plan to do with that meteorite..."

Before I could finish, ’Uncle B,’ who was about to toss a meteorite at a fighter jet, vanished with a swoosh. The hundred-ton heavy meteorite floated forward a few meters symbolically and then continued to drift aimlessly in its own orbit.

Uncle B, how about you catch up on some physics back at the Military Academy? Pushing stones in space has nothing to do with how strong you are, and, besides... not even the most fragile Imperial Single Soldier Fighter Jet can be damaged by such shoddy meteorite tofu dregs.

"Shut up! Lowlife! This queen needs none of your finger-pointing!" The other heroic spirits were obedient, but only the prideful and unrepentant Sister Jier blew up on the spot again, "Damn it, it’s simply not possible to fight in this situation... You witch and cavalry girl over there, how did you manage to do it?"

Sister Jier looked on in amazement at the duo of Medea and Medusa who elegantly glided by in front of her, her eyes nearly popping out.

I was watching from behind and couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Medusa and Medea had found some small asteroid shimmering with a metallic sheen, flattened its surface to stand upon, and surrounded their "platform" with magic power. Medea had created countless micro arrays on top of it, using precise magical thrusts from various angles to ensure free mobility of the asteroid, while Medusa, who was skilled in cavalry battles, used magic to attach herself to the asteroid. Her chained sword, whose length seemed unabated and apparently gained cross-dimensional projection ability upon complete transformation, whipped wildly through the air. I’d always thought the power of her chain attacks were just so-so (after all, they barely managed against Little Baobao), but I never expected that, at full power, R sister could match even a mid-level apostle. Indeed, her attack power was unlikely to break through the Single Soldier Fighter Jet’s ghost energy shield defense, but she deliberately targeted the right jets, using her chain to tie the enemies together so they disintegrated from their own energy interference. The weapons of a World Guardian possessed divinity (the divinity of a True God, which even a so-called naturally-born demigod like Sister Jier couldn’t compare with), and once bound by it, mere fodder-level Single Soldier Fighter Jets stood no chance of breaking free.

The old relic heroic spirits were not accustomed to using advanced equipment, but this golden duo had come up with their own battle platform, suddenly stealing the limelight. R sister was just one step shy of proclaiming from on high, "I am now unrivaled in the world!"

"Aha, this will be my war chariot!" Sister Jier, who had always played the queen, had no concept of politeness and rushed over to Rider’s side, "You two, steer this chariot well for me. Let those rebels witness how terrifying the king’s wrath can be!!"

It would have been more convincing if you hadn’t slipped and slid three or four meters when you landed on that asteroid.

Silently giving such a commentary, I was genuinely curious to see what kind of surprises these three ancient queens/princesses/demigod heroes with a mouthful of titles could bring me.

"King’s Treasure!"

As expected, Jil knows nothing else...

Centered on the small asteroid temporarily transformed into a "fighter jet," a spherical space with a radius of tens of kilometers suddenly ripple with endless waves. Even to an expert’s eye, the nouveau riche strike with the least technical content becomes awe-inspiring when it reaches this scale. You can only marvel at those damn rich folks. This was Sister Jier’s full form: unlimited magic power, full divinity, and ancient Queen Gilgamesh, with space anchoring technology, presenting us with the blinding, flamboyant display of a nouveau riche!

In the past, only a corridor could be formed a few hundred meters behind Sister Jier, launching a mere few hundred treasures at a time, which was already thrilling. Now, having gained an endless supply of magic and even divine power, releasing the entire treasure trove called "King’s Treasure" was shockingly obvious. In an instant, my vision was blinded by a screen full of golden light, and even Qianqian, who had activated her ability and was in a ruthless state, began to tremble all over. The resentment of a three-room apartment and the tyrannical soul of the Time Queen were fiercely clashing...

"Die, you mixed breeds! Lowlifes! Rebels! Kneel before the queen’s majesty and beg for mercy! Oh hehehe~~~~" The flat-chested, foolish queen, her height augmented to a total of one meter fifty by her foolish hair, basked in the storm of glittering treasures, feeling unmatched as the treasure cluster with a several tens of kilometers radius enveloped her, feeling herself invincible as a myriad of weapons -- swords, spears, halberds, axes, clubs, maces, flails, and meteor hammers; those with hooks, spikes, blades, barbs, and emei spikes; those with chains -- swept mercilessly in all directions. Holy moly, had Sister Jier after the upgrade turned into a shrapnel landmine?

Explosions, endless explosions. Perhaps hundreds of thousands of various treasures enveloped thousands of kilometers of space, these innately powerful swords now imbued with Dingdang’s divine power, upon release were no less than a ghost energy explosion. I believed it, completely believed it. There’s a type of person in this world called a freak, just like a type of freak called a protagonist. She might lack outstanding moves, strength, intelligence (the most important), but with just one bug-like skill, everything can be reversed. The fully formed Gilgamesh is the most powerful heroic spirit, and in the name of an 800,000-treasure downpour, I dare assure you of this—setting aside defense, her attack power was not less than that of a high-order Xyrin apostle!

"Oh hehehe~~~~ I am the strongest!" As the explosions just subsided, the enemies—and our own people (why were there own people?)—had yet to fill the no-man’s-land created by Sister Jier, her arrogant voice once again echoed through the communication link, "King’s Treasure!"

Once again, the entire screen was filled with flashing gold.

At that moment, I almost wanted to flip the table: Jil, how many ancient heroes did you rob, how many kingdom treasure vaults did you plunder to amass so many inherited weapons! It’s doubtful even the entire history of humanity had amassed such an arsenal for you to squander, right? And under Little Baobao’s endless exploitation, how did you manage to preserve all this?

But before I could flip the table, I noticed something that made me want to smash the entire table to bits.

Sister Jier’s treasury seemed to have mixed in some odd items.

Hmm, if I’m not seeing things, that could possibly, maybe, sort of, perhaps, seemingly be... a plastic duck?

Plus a toy train, dolls, a one-meter tall teddy bear, plush rabbits, a life-size Pikachu, a sparkling wind chime, a little leather ball, and... I’m too embarrassed to say it, but it turns out Little Baobao still drinks powdered milk, huh?

Bloody hell, even the baby bottle is in there!

The moment the second wave of the treasure-heavy rain mixed with all that clutter hit, Golden Shining shocked the entire field.

All heroic spirits were dumbfounded, especially those who had fought Gilgamesh in the last Holy Grail War, who couldn’t fathom what kind of life the oldest queen must have led to end up like this. But the concerned party didn’t care about any of this at all. Or rather, Lady Shining had come to regard the scene filled with toys as her daily norm, she hadn’t realized there was anything amiss with the items she brought out this time.

Well, when you toss out several dozens of tons of treasures in one go, weird odds and ends are bound to turn up as you rummage through the bottom of the box.

"Go forth! Wang Zhicaibao! You rabble! Witness the King’s anger!"

No, this is the nanny’s rage, this is the nurse’s counterattack! Lady Shining, at this moment, this dad is thoroughly outdone by your victory, as the strongest nanny who can pull out ten tons of toys from her pocket at any time, you’ve completely won!

The great explosion maniac, Golden Pica, taught us that even children’s toys can be used as bombs when infused with a massive amount of magic power. At that moment, the teddy bear and the plastic duck established their remarkable military achievements. They proved the mettle of PVC and synthetic fiber with their blast waves! Explosions, more explosions, tons more explosions; although their power couldn’t compare to purely magically condensed treasures, Dingdang’s blessing of true god power still endowed the former with quite the explosive force. At this time, what are treasures but a passing cloud? Golden Pica cared only for explosions!

I’d like to see how you explain this to the Little Princess when you get back.

This was the collective thought of all the onlookers at that moment.

Toys are not treasures; you can’t recycle them once they blow up, you dummy!

As if the jeers from countless people behind her had traveled through space and time into Golden Pica’s mind, the proud queen of antiquity shivered uncontrollably and then looked around, realizing she was invincible. Instantly, forgetting about her fatigue, she struck the classic queen’s pose with one hand on her hip and the other by her mouth, her signature three-stage laugh echoing through the public channel: "Ohohoho~~~ I am indeed the mightiest! I am invincible in this world! When this battle is over, I shall definitely..."

"Cut the crap! They’re coming again!"

I have no idea whether Golden Shining’s next words were about returning to her hometown to get married, nor do I know if a girl saying such taboo words would also honorably receive a packed lunch. But before she could finish speaking, Sister R (with a whip - well, a chain) laid low the somewhat arrogant queen. All the limelight had been stolen by this flashy upstart, and that made Medusa, who had just tried to impress the boss, extremely jealous.

Women can be petty, especially a stubborn woman who believes she’s not cute when faced with another woman clearly much cuter than her (the above is entirely from Medusa’s contrary perspective, nothing to do with the author).

And being taken down so quickly by Medusa was proof of one thing: Golden Shining’s situation wasn’t as good as she made it seem; while she might have infinite magic power, her bandwidth was limited. Don’t expect this dummy to pull off another Wang Zhicaibao—it would kill her.

"It’s impossible, not even a single one got taken out by that explosion?!" Sister Jier could no longer hide her fatigue, panting heavily as she spoke and, with a sense of unwillingness, bent down to dodge a series of incoming laser beams—those chains from Medusa were meant to prevent the Queen, who couldn’t handle anything without the King’s Treasure, from getting her head split open by artillery fire. In terms of attack power, Lady Shining dared to challenge the Imperial Commanders, but her defense... Even Little Baobao was stronger than her.

"Cut the crap. Did you really expect such a technically unimpressive waste of magic power to have much killing force?" Medea, always an advocate for technologically sophisticated approaches, made no attempt to hide her disdain for the Queen—of course, envy also played a part, "Save some expenses for our Lady Goddess, you spendthrift!"

Heaven help us, compared to Golden Shining who could stumble upon a million bucks just by walking, poor Medea & Ge Mu who still had to rely on welfare each month were just pitiful.

The small asteroid upon which the three stood was already teetering from the recent chain of explosions. Medea had exhausted all her efforts just so those hundreds of magic propellant engines could restart, and it seemed like the many Single Soldier Fighter Jets that had been pushed away by the blast wave had not sustained substantial damage; they were now charging back fiercely as ever.

"Damn it, damn it, these things are just too damn resilient! Why would the Xyrin Apostles make such cannon fodder so sturdy..."

"All Heroic Spirit units, attention, all Heroic Spirit units, attention! Immediate board your nearest Mother Ship, immediate board your nearest Mother Ship! The enemy’s Galaxy Main Gun is charging up. If you don’t want to end up back in the Heroic Spirit Hall dining on a box lunch, get back here, now! You’ve already earned enough experience, leave the rest to the carriers and those two lunatics!"

"That’s the boss’s voice. Looks like it’s time for us to pull out."

Medusa, struggling a bit, bundled two Single Soldier Fighter Jets into a bundle like rice dumplings and tossed them aside for fireworks. The short and tight "mini dress" that accentuated her figure, but didn’t offer much in the way of protection, was already torn in a few places. The radiant red blood, tinged with a blue-white glow, was slowly seeping out. Apart from the overbearing and violent Golden Shining, she was actually one of the better-off among all the Heroic Spirits. As Qianqian’s temporal stasis effect gradually came to an end, all the Heroic Spirits were more or less ’cared for’ by those laser beams. Many had been rescued back at eighty percent cooked, but they had achieved unexpectedly great results. These warriors, whom we’ve always referred to as "Advanced Militia," showcased their true might as World Guardians here. Less than a thousand Heroic Spirits shot down an equivalent of five times their number in Single Soldier Fighter Jets, and there were fewer than a hundred casualties—and ’casualties’ isn’t quite right, for they were just sent back to the Heroic Spirit Hall. Dingdang, right here in my pocket, plays the role of these Heroic Spirits’ Protector. These Heroic Kings wouldn’t have a chance to die even if they wanted to.

And of course, the one who stood out the most on the whole battlefield was Lady Shining. Whether it was her barrage, her barrage, or her barrage, everything from color to value was very eye-catching. Although Pikachu’s second "Nanny’s Fury" explosion was only effective in dispersing the enemy and didn’t have much killing power, it didn’t stop her from being rated as the NO.1 soldier in this battle.

But evidently, our Most Ancient Queen didn’t see it that way.

"It’s not over yet; I’m not done!"

After gasping for breath, her body, damaged from the overflow of magic power, showed little sign of recovery. Gilgamesh still stood upright stubbornly and glared fiercely at the countless Single Soldier Fighter Jets surrounding her, "You mere rebels have the audacity to be so arrogant. If the King’s Treasure can’t eliminate you, I still have many more tricks up my sleeve!"

"Hey! Witch over there, don’t you despise traitors the most? These things are all rebels, the greatest traitors; don’t you want to take them out?!"

Medea of the Elf Clan’s ears twitched slightly, giving no clear response.

I decided to message these two directly: "Hey! Get back here, pronto! You three are the only ones left out there! Those guys might be rebels, but they’re rebelling against me, for crying out loud. Besides, the label ’rebels’ was hastily slapped on them anyway..."

Before I could finish, Gil snorted contemptuously: "Humph, anyone who defies the King’s orders as part of the Imperial Army is a rebel. If you lack even that much nerve, I would hold you in contempt... Witch, hold this war chariot steady for me! I will make these rebels mourn their folly on the battlefield!"

With such resolute words, the space around Gilgamesh rippled once more, connecting to her enviable and coveted treasure vault. However, this time, what materialized was a sword, if it could even be called that—something so ugly it was a stretch to describe it as a sword.

It was a long black shard, bearing a rough shape mockingly referred to as a "fire stick." Aside from the golden guard at the hilt, red runes covered the black blade, flickering uncertainly with the ebb and flow of magic power. It had an odd name, "Ea," a name Gilgamesh had personally bestowed upon this creation divine weapon; a legendary treasure considered to have separated heaven and earth in ancient times. Of course, that was just a legend. No mortal has ever seen the true instrument of creation. Easterners believed it was the axe of Pangu, Gilgamesh saw it as her fire stick, Christians have always believed that Yahweh simply shouted the heavens and earth into existence, but Dingdang believed that our universe was created with a MOD 3.0, so it’s best not to take such legends too seriously...

Despite being unable to separate heaven and earth, Ea, or the Deviation Sword, was undoubtedly immensely powerful, especially after being blessed by Dingdang herself.

It was an ominous night when the moon was dark and the wind was high... Alright, it was actually just past midnight when Little Baobao and Dingdang refused to sleep, insisting on playing video games. As Little Baobao’s nanny, and more importantly, as the middle member of the trio of fools, Gilgamesh took out her Deviation Sword. Through a mix of cajoling and deception, she convinced Dingdang to rub the dust from its wings onto the blade. Consequently, the sword gained the attribute "Imposed on Divine Body." Although it couldn’t truly harm gods, for everything else beneath divinity, it was utterly lethal—at least that’s what Gilgamesh said.

Heroes and demigods of ancient times were too cunning and even fools like them could be so crafty.

Massive magical power was amassed once more, and the Life Temple in another world began to operate. Divine power, traversing the mystic network of the World Tree, crossed time and space to reach me in the Command Hall of the Light of El, and I could feel the surrounding space brimming with astonishing energy. The surprises this Heroic Spirit had brought me today were indeed far too many.

A slight itch emerged on my chest, and Dingdang popped its head out of my pocket with a bobbing motion. Overwhelmed by such an outburst of energy from its guardian, even the little thing reacted: its wings began to glow faintly, as if illuminated by night light.

"Oooh~~~" The little thing hugged the button in front of the pocket, softly marveling.

"Oh, your sister!" I pinched Dingdang, shaking it back and forth in front of my eyes, "Can that idiot handle it?"

Dingdang thought for a moment, then began to drift into confusion: "Probably... she’ll be done for..."

Probably? This little thing is never reliable!

"Warning, detection of the highest level of Ghost Energy; the Galaxy Main Gun has been fired, the fleet moving into the second defensive plan, the Light of El begins to generate a curvature trap..."

"Damn it, just at this time..."

Gilgamesh held the fully charged Deviation Sword, but the energy torrent, formed by hundreds of Galaxy Main Guns launched from tens of thousands of kilometers away, had also entered her field of vision. A blinding new star reflected in her golden pupils—it was the energy torrent approaching rapidly, like a newly risen sun. The surrounding enemy fighters had already ceasing their attacks, clearly, they were about to retreat.

"If I’m going to die, then so be it! I’d rather go back and continue to entertain that little demon than retreat in front of the rebels! Ahhhh!!!"

"Don’t drag us down with you, you crazy woman!" Medusa and Medea exclaimed in unison.

And then, chaos split the heavens and the earth as if time began anew...

If only it could have been so simple. (To be continued. For more Chapters, please visit www.qidian.com. Support the author, support genuine reading!)