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Chapter 333: Chapter 333: Control Hub Chapter 333: Chapter 333: Control Hub Glory-class Battleship… I remember hearing this term.

During the heyday of the Xyrin Empire, building a giant battleship as large as a planet wasn’t an unimaginable feat. They were always famous for making things big. However, as a type of Planet-level Battleship, “Glory” possessed a unique characteristic–it wasn’t made, but… imagined into existence.

That was a special ability of Leader Level Xyrin Apostles. Relying on their powerful spiritual power and their understanding of the world, they could bypass the corrections of world laws and forcibly materialize enormous celestial warships in the physical world. This concept, which sounded fantastical and unimaginable–of course, there’s no such thing as a free lunch. Creating such a defiance of nature is far more difficult than you can imagine. Even a Xyrin Apostle like Pandora, who was specifically born for assault, would probably need more than a month to materialize a Glory-class Starship. However, a Fortress Ship that could serve as a Mother Star and was nearly undying–if it even took a month to build, it would be a bargain.

When science and magic reach their pinnacle, their boundaries blur. In their respective ultimate realms, the two converge into one. The emergence of the Glory-class Battleship is a manifestation of this concept. It may be mechanical, but its birth requires something akin to “Summoning Magic.” When it comes to the origin of laws, distinguishing between science and magic becomes meaningless.

And although it’s called a Glory-class Battleship, it can’t really be classified purely as “military vessel.” It’s actually a physical manifestation of a Leader Level Xyrin Apostle’s spiritual power and a display of the peak of individual Xyrin achievement. It’s capable of achieving “something from nothing” force under the interference of laws–besides gods, only Xyrin Apostles, who are the ultimate civilization capable of explaining the mystical with science and deducing science through the mystic, can accomplish this. Since it involves the destruction and recreation of laws, a Glory-class Battleship fundamentally differs from those so-called “fantasy materialization” abilities. Once created, it becomes an actual existence, no matter how bizarre or peculiar, even possessing attributes that do not blend with the current world’s laws. A Glory-class Battleship cannot be erased; it can become a real part of the “world,” and it’s feasible to modify the entire world’s laws because of its existence.

Take a simple example: if Alaya projected her Glory-class Battleship into a purely technological world with not a trace of magic power, that world would instantly generate magic elements and even a complete system of magic power. That’s the incredible nature of law power.

Despite its power, “Glory” isn’t so simple to utilize. Not to mention the terrifying requirement of spiritual power and other resources for constructing a celestial fortress. Contending against the world’s laws is inherently an extremely risky affair. Even Leader Level Xyrin Apostles rarely achieve this easily. Those who can create Glory-class Planet Fortresses are extremely rare within the entire Empire. The second limitation is even more crucial: just like every person’s brain waves are unique, a Glory-class Battleship, as a physical expression of a Xyrin Apostle’s spiritual power, also has its uniqueness. Each capable Apostle can create only one celestial fortress in their lifetime. Even so, one is enough to be heaven-defying…

It’s just like what I’m seeing right now, the Visca Barrier Star; its interior is basically a highly developed military planet! Can something like this, really be called a “ship”?

In terms of utility, a Glory-class Planet Fortress is akin to nuclear weapons for humans–it’s good enough as a strategic deterrent, and normally no one would casually take a planet into battle. However, if it were to be used… it would only mean a death-match kind of total war.

“Our moon…” After Sandora finished introducing the information about the Glory-class Battleship, Qianqian twitched her lips and said, “Is actually an alien spaceship?”

“It’s not entirely accurate to say that, but there’s nothing wrong with that understanding.”

“Does that mean Earth has only had a satellite for seven hundred seventy thousand years?” Big Sister pondered even deeper. “There was no moon on Earth seventy-seven million years ago? And the moon actually came with Visca?”

“No,” Visca shook her head, “Earth originally had a moon!”

Qianqian and I exchanged stunned looks, then we simultaneously asked, “What happened to the original moon?”

“I blew it up!”

Visca replied cheerfully.

A bolt from the blue–I’m definitely not exaggerating, there really was a bolt from the blue. Just now, it seems a power conduit that had gone bad with age nearly exploded on us!

“You… blew it up?” Even Big Sister, normally so composed, now had a look of collapse on her face, “You’re saying you blew up the original satellite of Earth, and then replaced it with your own Planet Fortress? And you even added a Moon Shell on top of the Planet Fortress as camouflage?”

Visca nodded vigorously.

After all this trouble, it turned out that the Xyrin Apostles who had arrived on Earth tens of thousands of years ago… were Visca’s people!?

And they had actually blown up the original satellite of Earth…

But everyone knew that this piece of history couldn’t possibly be as simple as Visca had described; just look at the Xyrin Relics scattered all over Earth now. Think about those Superpower Users with “God” bloodlines, and the place we’re staying right now, the Visca Barrier Star, posing as the moon. Such a huge commotion couldn’t have been the result of a mere outing, and considering that they even deployed a Star Fortress, I can’t even imagine what Visca was doing here at that time… Could it be that they were really colonizing this place?

Knowing it would take a day or two to explain everything, Sandora decisively shifted everyone’s attention: “Okay, let’s discuss this topic later. For now, let’s talk about the possible whereabouts of Artemis. Visca, since this is a Planet Battleship you created, you should be the most familiar with its structure. Can you guess the destination point of the Star Disk’s teleportation?”

Seeing that we had no intention of delving deeper, Visca visibly relaxed, then slightly opened her hands, creating a clear three-dimensional projection in the air, showing the cross-section of a Planet Fortress.

“Our current location is here.”

Visca raised her right hand and manipulated the 3D image, enlarging part of it so that the originally unclear complex structure suddenly became distinct. From the projection, it could be seen that it was a rather sparse cluster of buildings, markedly different from other areas.

“The Lavalon Isolation Chamber section, this is the production area for various small-to-medium-sized warships and warplanes. Because of the special nature of the war vehicles, the structure here is quite sparse, just as we see,” said Visca, tracing a bright path across the projection, “Follow this path to enter the Level Two Chamber Zone, which is the production and storage area for soldiers and weapons. On the way, we can also avoid most of the Boundary Towers and mobile troops. Although they were destroyed when I left, seventy thousand years have passed, and it’s uncertain whether this Fortress has not produced new defense troops. It’s always good to be cautious. Artemis is most likely hiding here, near the Moon Core. That’s the control and energy regulation hub of the entire Star Fortress. We need to get there as quickly as possible, and even though the Fortress is currently in a dormant state, it isn’t lacking in energy. Inside the Moon Core, there’s a main control panel that can awaken the Ghost Energy Well and the entire Fortress. That human might accidentally activate it, and when that happens, I have no idea what automatic reactions the Starship might take.”

Sandora nodded in agreement: “For the fragile creatures of Earth, any slight deviation in the moon’s behavior could spell destruction for the entire ecosystem, let alone if the whole moon turned into a spaceship and took off.”

As a fragile Earthling, I felt enormous pressure.

“Visca, isn’t this your territory? Don’t you have some kind of remote control feature?”

I had roughly figured out the internal layout of this Planet Fortress, and then, driven by curiosity, I asked. It stood to reason that a Fortress like “Glory,” personally crafted by an Angel Envoy, shouldn’t have issues with the chain of command, right? Could it be that Visca… uh, now that I think about it, her leaving her Glory Starship for Earthlings to fiddle with while she herself ran off to play Great Demon King in another world was also highly dubious…

“The command of this Planet Battleship is currently vacant,” as expected, Visca could only respond to my inquiry with a shake of her head and a wry smile, “Though I have priority access to claim it, that can only happen when I return to the core of the Fortress. Hmm, one more thing, if we want to go to the control center, it’s best to use the flying devices from the Fortress itself. This should prevent us from attracting the attention of the patrol units.”

For a handful of Leader Level Xyrin Apostles, seizing a flying device was, of course, extremely easy. In less than three minutes, Visca and Pandora had jointly hacked an “Elegy” modified Assault Ship hovering above us. The Xyrin Empire’s craft was indeed of superior quality; it had probably been hovering inside the moon for no less than seven hundred thousand years, and now this machine, look at this handbrake, accelerator, gear shifting… tsk, tsk, it’s even an automatic…

Why can this little girl, barely 1.2 meters tall, handle something that I just can’t seem to learn at all!?

Watching Visca effortlessly start up the Assault Ship, known for its difficulty to control, I couldn’t help but be moved to tears.

This journey through the passageways could be described as being full of surprise yet without peril. Despite the vast Moon Fortress being dotted with immense watchtowers and strategic cores, they were like silent sculptures, exhibiting no response to the appearance of the Assault Ship. It was as if we were traveling through a static painting, surrounded by bizarre and inexplicable towers and warships.

And such an enormous space was in fact merely a docking bay for spaceships within the Visca Barrier Star.

As we passed through the doors of the isolation chamber, we were once again utterly stunned.

Those impossibly massive mechanical structures, energy “pipelines” with radii easily spanning hundreds of meters, the air discharge “holes” reminiscent of mountainside tunnels, and the “spaceship passage” so vast that the end could not be seen, sprawling out like the land itself–the psychological oppression brought about by such astonishing scenes made it difficult to even breathe.

This was the wonder that could emerge from the fusion of technology and mysterious power. A star-level warship invincible among mortal forces–if it sought to destroy a rudimentary civilization like that of human beings, it wouldn’t even need to use any weapons. Simply firing up the Ultimate Fortress’s thrusters could tear continental plates asunder under the effect of gravitational tidal forces. Even a far more advanced alien civilization would likely be unable to counter any fleet moored here. It was unfathomable just how extravagant the firepower of such planet-level warships could be.

Yet, even this was not the most formidable engine of destruction created by Xyrin Civilization. It represented the pinnacle of individual Xyrin Apostle strength, but the zenith of individual capabilities inevitably had its limits. The true might of the Xyrin Empire lay in their near-fanatical unity and extreme purposefulness. From this perspective, it seems humanity indeed has room to feel inferior…

Despite how resplendent such a civilization was, it has now declined. Considering the remnants of the Imperial Army currently gathered around me, albeit elite warriors, their strength probably doesn’t even compare to one-thousandth of the former empire’s iron hooves without well-equipped and foundational technologies.

“Course correction, left shift 3.3 degrees,” Visca said while adjusting our heading and analyzing the various pieces of intelligence collected by the detectors. “This is the Starship’s number three thruster energy transmission pipe, the line on the right front compartment wall… Brother, that’s not a mountain range… Hmm, based on the readings, there seems to be considerable radiation leakage there, fixing that will be a hassle… Right ahead is the location of the number fourteen Energy Shield Generator and the Ghost Energy Buffer Module. It seems they’re both malfunctioning, and the maximum output is probably only at ten percent. What a mess…”

As I listened to this beside her, I rolled my eyes desperately: your spaceship has been bombarded by meteors in Earth Orbit for over seven hundred thousand years without maintenance, you should be grateful that it’s still mainly functional!

Eventually, we safely arrived at the core of the Starship, the control center according to Visca– a metallic sphere suspended in midair, probably several kilometers in radius.

“No doors, just a smooth surface?”

Looking at the reflective silver sphere in front of me, I voiced my question.

Visca said nothing and simply piloted the Assault Ship directly toward the surface of the metal sphere.

A flurry of chaotic silver light flashed before our eyes, and we found ourselves inside a small Gnaku.

After the Assault Ship powered down, Visca turned around to explain to us, “A Conceptual Barrier is a phantasm of reality. For those unauthorized invaders, it’s an impenetrable barrier, but for those with access, it is merely an illusion.”

“I told you, the components of a ‘Glory’ Starship are not just technological.” Sandora gave a slight smile and then opened the cabin door.

Throughout the journey, Qianqian, my sister, and I constantly found ourselves in an awestruck state, the scenery inside the planet battleship far surpassed our wildest imaginations. I couldn’t help but start to imagine the possibility of shooting a sci-fi film here and utterly eclipsing Hollywood and Bollywood…

Pandora first scanned the nearby area to confirm there were no ambushers before she let her guard down. Then, spreading her arms wide, her eyes and hair instantly shifted to a purple-red battle mode. Immediately after, countless energy ripples appeared in the surrounding air, and squad after squad of heavily armed Terminators emerged, carrying guns and setting up cannons in a stream.

Our expressions were more composed than ever; to Pandora, pulling out land, sea, and air forces at any time was just part of the norm…

Visca shared the precise route map with every soldier’s thought circuit in the control center. In less than a minute, hundreds of well-trained elite soldiers disappeared from our view, beginning to search the fortress’s complex core separately, while we headed toward the central control room.

Whether or not we could find Artemis, we had to ensure that Visca could quickly regain control over the entire starship; with that, the initiative would undoubtedly be ours.

The Xyrin warriors moved at an astonishing speed, aided by the most comprehensive route map provided by Visca. The search process was progressing smoothly. In the continuously refreshing shared data in our minds, the spherical space representing the control center was divided into hundreds of zones, now being steadily marked with “normal” green tags. Unfortunately, in this location safeguarded by SSS-level security, most radars, including life-detection devices, were shielded, leaving us with no choice but to use this tedious method of carpet searching.

While these efficient war machines searched the entire control hub, we stopped at an information center.

In this vast room, the only conspicuous device was a crystal prism in the center, with numbers and characters constantly shifting. The floor was divided into dozens of trapezoidal zones by pale blue beams of light. Hovering over each zone was a 1:1 scale three-dimensional holographic projection, quietly rotating in a clockwise direction; without exception… they were humans.

To be precise, they were ancient humans because they each wore wide garments or bizarre armor that did not belong to the current Earth era, and their facial features also had slight differences from modern Earthlings. Most of these holographic projections stood silently, rotating, but occasionally, a few would make sudden movements, either casting a fireball from their hands or wrapping themselves in lightning. Subsequent streams of data would swiftly pass through the air beside them, indicating the strength of each energy outburst. Above each projection, names were annotated in Xyrin language; although I wasn’t very familiar with it, Gaia had force-fed me a lot of information, so recognizing these words wasn’t that difficult. From them, I pieced together the names: Ares, Apollo, Hera, Hercules…

The legendary gods and demigod heroes worshipped by ordinary humans for their devastating powers in the ancient era, the variant human subjects born in the Xyrin research labs, the original superpower users…

The entire information center was silent, only occasionally was the hum of data flow heard. As we entered, we fell into a brief silence.

“It’s really strange looking at this place,” Qianqian was the one who broke the silence, her brow slightly furrowed as she glanced around at the holographic projections of ancient humans and the surrounding analysis data. At the same time, a slight embarrassment appeared on Sandora’s face beside her.

However, we all knew that Qianqian didn’t mean any displeasure; it was just a bit uncomfortable psychologically to see humanity’s ancestors analyzed like lab rats.

“So this is where the Xyrin Apostles conducted their research on human superpower users,” Big Sister mentioned casually. “Who would have thought, the emergence of modern superpower users is the result of Visca’s visit to Earth hundreds of thousands of years ago…”

“That’s not the case.”

Sandora and Visca suddenly voiced out together, the former calm and composed, while the latter, with a clear tinge of panic and the determination that followed.

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