Xyrin Empire
Chapter 410 - Chapter 410 Chapter 410 Pandora and Viscas Violent Negotiation

Chapter 410: Chapter 410: Pandora and Visca’s Violent Negotiation Method Chapter 410: Chapter 410: Pandora and Visca’s Violent Negotiation Method To be fair, I considered myself a peace-lover.

Yeah, calling me a nice guy would be even more fitting.

Even though I came to this star zone with the intention of initiating war, my original plan was to get along with the locals. But now it seems I’ve clearly underestimated the cautious and haughty posture of a dictator who would stop at nothing to seize immense power. Sending a battlecruiser formation as a ‘welcome’ for me?!

Damn, do you really want to force me to steal money, grain, and territory?!

Of course, it could also be that the officer named Dan Dun fouled things up on his own. Because of the Imperial Army’s invisibility, he miscalculated our strength. I bet that if the ‘Imperial Admiral’ were standing tall right in front of him at this moment, the guy would surely have a different attitude.

This situation surprised me a bit. Based on what I know, humans in StarCraft have always been at a disadvantage–lacking both strong physical strength and cutting-edge technology that could look down upon the universe. The state of their entire race in the tri-racial struggle could even be described as floundering. Logically, a race surviving under such circumstances should adopt an extremely cautious attitude, especially when dealing with a group of aliens whose strength is unclear. However, it looks like–their attitude is quite aggressive.

The only explanation is that we have revealed too little of our combat power at the moment, and the enemy clearly has no concept of the individual combat capabilities of a Xyrin Apostle.

“If the opportunity arises, I might consider meeting with your Emperor Monsk,” I responded without much sincerity in the official manner, “However, our sole purpose for coming here is to exterminate the Insect Race, not to seize interests or anything else. Your Emperor Monsk can be reassured about this.”

Dan Dun’s face showed a hint of surprise, then he stiffly smiled because of the rudeness in my tone: “It seems I should report this good news to my emperor. If you really are here to eliminate the Insect Race, then the Independent Federation would be very pleased to accept you as an ally.”

I was slightly taken aback by this. It seemed that this officer named Dan Dun held a substantial position in the Independent Federation, as some statements could not be made at liberty by just anyone. And from his words, I also gathered a piece of information: The insect infestation in this star zone had reached a quite severe level.

However, I had no interest whatsoever in his talk of alliances.

Being well-versed in the plot, I knew all too well that Monsk was a person who would stop at nothing to pursue his own interests. While he was the leader of the Sons of Khar, he lured the Insect Race to human territories more than once, just to strike at the then Federation Government, not even sparing the Federation’s agricultural worlds. The current Blade Queen, formerly the Ghost Agent Kerrigan, also became a sacrifice due to his plotting and ruthlessness. To ally with someone who is always ready to stab you in the back–only if my brain were trampled by a mammoth!

Even without knowing the plot, I know the nature of those politicians; they’re always chasing after greater power and interests. Any ally in their eyes is nothing more than chips of varying weights. If our strength were not enough, maybe we would need a bunch of such “allies”. But for the Xyrin Empire, which never worries about strength issues, there’s no point in such a presence that forces us to be vigilant all the time–it’s utterly meaningless. Seeking their alliance? I might as well improve relations with those stubborn Protos Divine Race, their mastery of Fake Ghost Energy is something I’m very interested in.

After feigning a few seconds of contemplation, I raised my head and shrugged at the other party: “If we’re talking about allies in this star zone, I think I’ve already found one–I wonder if you know this person?”

With that, I slightly stepped aside to bring Uncle Reynolds to the forefront.

Dan Dun’s attention had been focused on me all this time, and only now did he notice that there was another person standing in the shadow beside me. Once he saw the other’s face clearly, his own expression changed instantly.

“Hey, Uncle Reynolds, it seems your reputation is pretty impressive within the military department of the Independent Federation.”

“Emperor of the Xyrin Empire,” Dan Dun said with a quite serious expression, “are you aware of this human standing beside you? Perhaps he has deceived your trust using some nefarious means, but I must say, this man named Reynolds is definitely no saint.”

“Oh?” I feigned ignorance as I turned to look at Reynolds, whose face was now quite gloomy, and Tex, who stood not far away, had tensed up all his muscles. “To tell the truth, I indeed don’t know much about this human named Reynolds, but I did save his life, that’s all.”

“Saved his life?” Dan Dun narrowed his eyes slightly. “Our Emperor Monsk has saved this man’s life countless times, but now this guy called James Reynolds is the most notorious terrorist leader in the Independent Federation, the most dangerous interstellar pirate, and recently he even formed his own army, using those thugs to kill who knows how many soldiers and civilians who bravely sacrificed themselves for the peace of the Federation. He’s capable of betraying his own kind, let alone anyone else–of course, this is just my side of the story, the choice is yours, Emperor.”

This guy must have been the president of the student council before joining the military, look at that eloquence! If I didn’t know the plot, I’d believe him at this point!

But then again, this Reynolds from the starry world is so formidable? His ragtag army is at the level of an actual military? Could it be that even within this world, the informational projections could cause plot collapse just like in the world of Azeroth?

Or is it that… some unscrupulous author plans to kill off the original story… ahem, never mind, forget what I just said…

The words of that Federation commander on the holographic projection also caused a rapid change in Reynolds’ expression. He suddenly turned around and said to me, “Emperor Chen Jun, this is just his…”

“I understand,” I interrupted Reynolds with a wave of my hand, then turned to Dan Dun, “I’ve heard what you had to say, but it means nothing to me, I have no interest in your Independent Federation, nor do I care about whatever grudge James Reynolds has with your Emperor. So now, you can go back and report to your superiors, and tell them not to bother us.”

Dan Dun’s expression darkened: “So you’ll be helping the enemies of the Independent Federation–regrettably, we could have communicated in a better manner.”

As his words fell, the communication from the other side was unilaterally cut off, and in our monitoring, the Federation fleet stationed in low Earth orbit slowly unfolded their formation, assuming an attacking stance.

Underestimating us, are they… thinking we’re new and lack the strength to resist? It seems humans haven’t learned their lesson from the battles with the Protos yet.

I frowned and turned my head to give orders in a low voice: “Temporarily suspend the Human Rights Act unilaterally against the Independent Federation, activate the space lock, release Pandora… cough cough, I mean, let Pandora and Visca have a nice talk with them.”

The two little ones had been itching to go, and now they finally got my permission. They immediately became uncontrollably excited–Pandora was a bit better, but Visca outright cheered and jumped up–Reynolds was dumbfounded.

Accompanying the exasperating sound of breaking air, the two little warmongers directly broke the sound barrier in the command room, disappearing from our sight with afterimages.

“Wait a minute! Emperor Chen Jun!” Reynolds only then reacted, “You’re letting those two little girls confront the enemy? You…”

“Rest assured, I’ll have them hold back,” I said nonchalantly with a wave of my hand.

“No, what I mean is…”

“This is a good opportunity for you to understand us,” I said with a smile, pointing at the holographic projection in front of us, “the biggest difference between us and humans.”

On the holographic projection, two little girls had completed a series of short-range jumps into space, and were now confronting the enemy fleet from a distance.

I knew that those two would definitely choose such a brainless close-up encounter–your personal guard fleet is in tears, idiots!

Dan Dun had absolutely not expected to face two little lolis who looked no taller than a cannon shell, so much so that he was caught off guard, and even his entire fleet was immobilized, forgetting to attack. Although the survival of two little girls in space was of some concern to Dan Dun, what he felt in the next second was a rage born from being underestimated.

However, before he could react, the two little girls suddenly disappeared from their original positions. Immediately after, a shrill alarm echoed through the bridge: “Severe warning! Severe warning! Detection of over-limit ghost energy reaction! Detection of over-limit ghost energy reaction! All energy-sensing radars completely burned out! All energy-sensing radars completely burned out!”

While the Federation fleet was thrown into disarray by this sudden alarm and anomaly, the two missing little girls reappeared. They each chose a battlecruiser that looked quite formidable and hovered less than two kilometers ahead of them–a distance that allowed the enemy’s observation equipment to clearly make out the fluttering of each strand of their hair.

“Pandora 1000-millimeter ship-to-ship ghost energy cannon.”

“Visca 1000-millimeter abyss cannon.”

The two little girls almost simultaneously uttered the words above, and then, massive weapons materialized in front of everyone.

Pandora’s right arm instantaneously disassembled into numerous complicated energy pipelines that combined with intricate mechanical parts emerging from the void to form a four-meter-long, half-person-tall rectangular mega-cannon. The tiny girl fused her entire right half with this massive weapon, floating with energy streams. The energy from the various tubes extending behind her even took on a nearly solid texture.

The weapon that Visca summoned seemed similar to Pandora’s but had clearly been altered by some external force. It looked like a mutated organism subjected to radiation, with a sickly twisted appearance. Large amounts of dark red light spots flickered on the pitch-black metal casing, which resonated with the ruby-like core at Visca’s back, breathing in tandem. Her previously bright red cat eyes had now turned cloudy, while the energy of the abyss continually battered against those gem-like pupils, ready to burst forth.

Targeted by two bizarre weapons, the captains of the two battlecruisers instinctively gave the wisest orders to evade and counterattack. But the charging speed of the leader-level Apostles rendered their decisions delusory. Almost in the span of a breath, light balls floating in front of the ghost energy cannon/abyss cannon had turned into deadly beams, piercing through the front armor of the two warships, which was atrociously thick.

At this moment, somehow, I felt Pandora’s inner sigh: Great, the ship-to-ship ghost energy cannon can finally be used against warships…

As I indulged in such a pointless reflection, the human warships that had been penetrated by the powerful energy beams began a series of explosions. Unable to be resisted by regular human defensive measures, the energy beams unobstructedly perforated layer upon layer of armor, turning everything within the warships into superheated vapor and molten flows. Various materials reached their ignition points, and a series of explosions ensued, one after another. The long hull of the battlecruiser was covered in continuous flashes, like firecrackers wrapped in a rag. The thousand-millimeter laser beams might not seem as grandiose as the light emitted by the terrifyingly large main cannons of some human warships (if only those two who haven’t grown an inch taller in ten thousand years could grow a bit, I believe they would be happy to swap for what the Imperial soldiers affectionately call the 3K Party’s 3000-millimeter reformed wave energy cannon). Yet, the effect of this bright beam of light undoubtedly shocked every commander aboard the human warships. The strategic cruiser, the most terrifying war machinery humans could construct, which carries the Great Harmony Cannon capable of bombing Protos’s small spacecraft, and whose armor makes even the Insect Race’s flying dragons suffer, crumbled in mere ten seconds before these two mysterious little girls from the Xyrin Empire, who were hardly taller than a cannon shell, turning into a brilliant firework in the universe.

They didn’t even have a chance to mount what could be called a last-ditch counterattack.

After delivering that lightning-fast strike, Pandora and Visca seemed to instantly rediscover their zest for war. In the midst of continuous short-range space jumps, the two little girls turned into a series of phantoms in outer space, using their high mobility to place huge Floating Cannons everywhere. As siblings, they shared an identical fondness for these deadly Floating Cannons, almost always deploying a deathly Sky Curtain composed of them in battle.

The Floating Cannons that suddenly emerged from space were of a type I had never seen before, resembling blue or deep red Eye Balls with a radius of at least five meters. These mechanical “Eye Balls” had concave, bowl-shaped pupils, clearly some type of energy-gathering device. Somehow, I was sure that these things were more powerful than any Floating Cannon I had seen before.

With a proud expression on her face, Bubbles turned to me practically fishing for praise, “That’s the ‘Sado Aela’ modified pan-energy Cannon, a directional weapon with astounding Penetration Power, extremely effective against Warships. However, the severe Energy pollution it generates can trigger a series of disastrous chain reactions in the atmosphere, potentially resulting in the complete collapse of the entire atmospheric layer. This goes against the Empire’s ‘Lower Life Protection Act,’ so we’ve never used it before. But in my idle time, I still helped Pandora improve the processing links of these high-Level turrets, boosting their maximum allowed numbers on the battlefield from two hundred to three hundred!”

After hearing this, I firmly decided that I alone should take charge of Little Baobao’s childhood education.

Following the theory of maximizing violence, it was no surprise that Pandora and Visca placed six hundred of these high-level Floating Cannons on the battlefield. With the help of their space jumps, these powerful weapons of mass Destruction were spread across hundreds of kilometers in less than five seconds, forming an extremely dangerous web of death. Although it was much smaller in scale compared to the scene where they controlled a thousand conventional Floating Cannons, these things seemed even less ethical than a thousand conventional turrets…

From the initial attack on the enemy’s two Battlecruisers to the formation of this Envelopment, it took less than twenty seconds in total. It was only now that the Human Warships began to react, mounting a haphazard counterattack.

I must say, as the elite forces of the Independent Federation, these Warships were far inferior to the Leader-level Xyrin Apostles in strength, but their combat instinct was passable. After a moment of panic, their random return fire gradually became more organized. Small Fighters and Assault Ships maximized their mobility, rushing forth in almost suicidal fashion to disrupt the mechanical Eye Balls harvesting their comrades with grey Energy Beams. Bubbles’ description was far from exaggerated; the pan-energy beams emitted by these things possessed shocking Penetration Power and Energy pollution. Any small Fighter directly hit by them was blown into two sections without exception, and even the large Warships were penetrated without resistance. Even though such a hole would not be fatal for a Warship close to a kilometer in length, it would be instantly incapacitated: the crew inside had already died of various strong radiations in the surging Energy pollution.

What came through the enemy’s intercepted communications was a blend of chaotic screams and hoarse commands. The Human body’s direct exposure to uncontrolled Ghost Energy was undoubtedly more painful than swimming naked in the cooling pool of a nuclear reactor, and at that moment, I finally understood what Sandora meant when she told me, “Only when freed from the constraints of the ground can Xyrin Apostles be called absolute weapons.”

It turns out it meant being freed from humanitarian constraints to use various disharmonious weapons…

“Viking Fighters, cover! Hold off those mechanical Eye Balls! All Warships, full firepower, attack those two enemies! Cover the Flagship’s Breakthrough!”

Intercepted from the enemy channel, Dan Dun gave orders in a hurried yet composed manner. He was indeed a decent Commander, and his choice was probably the most effective way for the fragile Human Ships to resist two Leader Apostles with Legion-level combat capabilities – even though such resistance could only delay their inevitable Destruction.

Under the overwhelming firepower of Pandora and Visca, the thousands of Warships brought by Dan Dun had nearly halved in number, with the Fighters tasked for suicidal charges nearly wiped out. Their only achievement was the Destruction of a mere dozen Floating Cannons – for Pandora and Visca, those things were in endless supply.

Playing a space battle with the Xyrin People was like seeing the star of death twinkling ominously above your sister’s head!

Just then, our sensors suddenly sounded a high Energy Reaction alert. Two of the most distant Battlecruisers had somehow covertly turned their bows towards Pandora. The orange light in the energy conduits spanning the length of the Warships was growing increasingly bright, but Pandora, the intended target, seemed oblivious and continued cheerily directing the Floating Gun Array in bombarding the enemy fleet.

The Great Harmony Cannon! (To be continued, for further developments please visit www.NovelFire.net. More chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)