Xyrin Empire
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Chapter 414: Chapter 414 The Strongest Mage Team in History Chapter 414: Chapter 414 The Strongest Mage Team in History The Insects were finished.

Their defeat was so swift I couldn’t even react properly. Even though I knew with technological and individual quality advantages, it was only a matter of time before the Imperial Army could eliminate those hundred million insects. Yet, when they died by the millions in batches, I still felt the victory was too sudden.

A hundred million enemies! Such a number alone could trap even the most advanced armies in endless combat, not to mention the perverse regeneration ability of these insects and their increasing numbers during the onslaught. The total number of Insect Race we ultimately wiped out reached a staggering three hundred million–three times their original number! And all this while we were still in a defensive state–the majority of our combat power could not be deployed, and our ground bases were not yet fully operational. If it weren’t for the Xyrin Technology’s overwhelming advantage, I swear any civilization thrown into such a rushed counterattack and tasked with annihilating three hundred million of the Insect Swarm would be delusional!

There were two reasons that brought us victory ahead of time:

First, it was the fresh force from Taville’s research findings.

Powerful spellcasters, the Ravens played a huge role in this battle. Their arcane and shadow attacks were almost instantly fatal to the insects, and these energy-guiding specialists always stationed themselves on the surface of the Planet Shield, transforming into perpetually firing humanoid turrets, their area damage capabilities embarrassing our Ghost Energy Storm Obelisks. That’s the power of Mages–going all out, they become a battalion of meat grinders! Supported by the limitless energy from countless Ghost Energy Wells beneath them, their Arcane Shields never broke down. Saying they were like Saint Fighters wielding Positive Electron City Breaking Cannons wouldn’t be an overstatement. As the saying goes, infinite mana makes soloing bosses trivial, and the insect victims of their relentless and widely-covering forked Lightning exceeded even the kill count of Pandora and Visca, those two little madmen. And you must know, the power difference between Intermediate Apostles and Leader-level Apostles is like heaven and earth. For one hundred Ravens to match Pandora’s Helium Flash sweep, I have to admit, sometimes talent skills are too important. As the Ravens relied on the Planet Shield for combat, the insects they killed mostly vaporized on the Ghost Energy Barrier, contributing significantly to the plummeting numbers of the Insect Race: No matter how repulsive their Incubation Pools were, they couldn’t use vaporized corpses for nutrients.

On the most critical day of the battle, one hundred Ravens were evenly distributed to a hundred key points on the planet’s surface, converting seventy percent of the entire planet’s Ghost Energy System into a sky filled with Arcane Arrow Rain and forked Lightning for their assault. Based on the images captured by our probes in the universe, the entire Black Egg Star even expanded a notch, transforming into a planet bristling with Lightning, our use of the Raven’s magic creating the strongest defensive counter shield in the cosmos!

However, one aspect troubled me: Vega did not seem fond of the Ravens. Although Armored Scorpions and Ravens were often mentioned together as two of the three great Xyrin hero troop types, it seems… there are considerable contradictions between these hero troop types.

Of course, this subtle confrontation didn’t arise from any conflict between them, nor because the Ravens in this battle completely overshadowed the Scorpion Soldiers, who are kings in small-scale melees (although, indeed, Ravens are many times stronger than Scorpions when facing hoards of enemies). It wasn’t due to Vega’s jealousy; truthfully, if we were to talk about power, Ravens and Armored Scorpions, being the same-level troops, are on par, each excelling in area of effect and single-target melee, respectively. Moreover, the particular battle environment favored the former. This doesn’t imply that Scorpions are inferior to Ravens. Vega, as an exemplary Imperial Soldier, certainly wouldn’t be petty enough to envy the combat power of allies.

“Armored Scorpions are fanatical fighters, their only trust lies in the blades in their hands. These stubborn creatures rarely even use their own Photon Cannons, let alone their opinion of magic,” Sandora explained in response to my confusion, “In the eyes of the Armored Scorpions, using magic in combat is unreliable, lacking the courage and ‘artistry’ in their view. Similarly, in the eyes of the Ravens, Armored Scorpions are crude and rigid, lacking the wisdom and spirituality of spellcasters, hence they always look down on each other.”

Sivis reassured me with an explanation: “The subtle stand-off between these two troops has a long history. They have even come to see it as a customary rite within their tribes. There’s no need to worry though; this stand-off is benign. It stems merely from a difference in combat philosophies, and there is no inherent contradiction. The unity of the Xyrin Army is beyond question.”

I had no doubts about Sivis’s words. Other races aside, the likelihood of infighting among Xyrin People was definitely no greater than finding an original CD in Sicaro’s possession. Although there were occasional harsh exchanges between Armored Scorpions and Ravens, overall, they still acknowledged each other as important comrades, and that was enough.

The second reason for our victory was related to a certain crystal–the cursed item from Big Sister.

In the final moments of the Insect Race’s demise, it seemed they could not produce Flying Dragons anymore.

Some bizarre affliction spread to every Flying Dragon, severely weakening their combat abilities. Their DNA became disordered and chaotic, undergoing various harmful mutations, similar to humans exposed to nuclear radiation. Moreover, this phenomenon did not only present within adult Flying Dragons engaged in combat. According to information from our probes, twisted chunks of flesh and incomplete limbs continuously floated to the surface of the hatching pools on the front lines. These were identified as the remains of malformed dragons after analysis. Ever since Big Sister’s crystal was implanted into one of the Flying Dragons, not a single one had been born among the insects.

It was as if the Insect Race’s “Flying Dragons,” a branch of their species, had all been cursed.

This time, the main force attacking Black Egg Star was composed of Flying Dragons – only they could still pose a threat to our planet’s shield and warships with their numbers. After these withered-winged toads couldn’t “regenerate” anymore, the battle naturally lost any suspense.

Tens of thousands of insects were turned to ashes by our warships; any enemy nearing the planet’s defense line was shattered to pieces by Raven’s arcane magic. When the enemy’s numbers dwindled to the point where their defenses finally showed weaknesses, Pandora and Visca personally led the Heavy Armored Apostles, using their unique Floating Cannon tactics to infiltrate and break through the thick defense line made up of a multitude of giant Flying Dragons. They utterly destroyed the opposing Mother Nest, and what followed was an untechnical harvest. The Insect Race didn’t seem to have any concept of retreat, or maybe the commanders deemed these soldiers not worth saving. Anyway, I couldn’t comprehend their values. The Imperial Assault Ship formations annihilated all remaining insects in orbit, leaving only the necessary research samples for Taville. Everything else was turned into cosmic cloud mist by the onboard Ghost Energy Radiation Devices.

The only regret was that we couldn’t find the commanders of the insects. What we encountered were entirely soldiers serving as weapons of war; their commanders remained at the rear. On the star they came from, there ought to be something like a Brain Worm. We found some swollen biological “organs” among the last resisting clusters of the swarm, where these nerve clusters spanning tens of meters were akin to repulsive exposed brain tissue, devoid of any mobility, offense, or defense capabilities, completely relying on lower-ranked insects for nourishment. Taville believes this is the reason a single Brain Worm could remotely control this army of a hundred million – frontline disposable soldiers, mobile incubation pools, neural amplifiers of Brain Worms, and the giant Flying Dragons. This series of Insect Units we had never before heard of all pointed to a fact: the insects of this star region are far more troublesome than depicted in the StarCraft storyline.

General City, the command hall of the Crystal Tower.

The battle against the Insect Race had come to an end; the various departments were now gathering post-battle statistics and preparing for the next military expansion. We were going to summarize the issues discovered in this battle. Reynolds was invited to this meeting, which should have included only Xyrin’s higher-ups, because we needed more information that this local could provide.

The bearded uncle, who first appeared before me reeking of alcohol, seemed to have finally given up drinking in recent days. Not that Xyrin people completely banned alcoholic beverages in their barracks, but he and his soldiers were fully occupied with shock at the overwhelming might of the Xyrin People that they even forgot their personal habits.

On one side, a sky-covering, attacking swarm of a hundred million insects; on the other, defense forces who had just established a base on an impoverished alien planet and whose warships had been disassembled into components of the city. Under such circumstances, not only humans but even those with mysterious high-tech, like the Protos Divine Race, would probably be annihilated under the relentless assault of millions of Flying Dragons in a matter of days. Groups of millions of Flying Dragons hurling saliva alone could take down Protos Fleets by sheer impact, yet they witnessed a technological miracle – a Planet-level Ghost Energy Shield covering the entire planet, unflinching under the collective attacks of tens of millions of Flying Dragons, and the alien soldiers unleashing thunder far more potent than nature, conjuring storms like mythical creatures. Well, I must admit, the latter isn’t exactly a technological power… but how could I explain the principles of magic to Reynolds?

“Did you find the crystal?”

After listening to the commander responsible for the battlefield’s report, I shifted my attention to the Curse Crystal that had caused the complete collapse of the Insect Flying Dragon army. The Ravens were efficient killing machines and, comparatively, Big Sister’s Curse Crystal, which prevented the numbers of the Insect Race from replenishing, seemed like the deciding factor for victory.

“Yes, Your Majesty, we have recovered the crystal.”

The commander responded, then signaled for a soldier to place a large metal box in front of us.

The protection was indeed thorough; it seems even the fearless Xyrin Soldiers get goosebumps when facing Sister’s eerie curse powers.

The palm-sized Ghost Energy Crystal was placed within a very secure Level 13 classified containment box, which supposedly could remain unscathed even in a supernova explosion. But now, it was used to secure what would normally be treated like a standard-sized Ghost Energy Crystal battery. When the lid of the containment box automatically slid open, it revealed the diamond-shaped crystal inside, still active and emitting a dark glow while exuding an unsettling aura.

Big Sister leaned in and lightly tapped the Curse Crystal with her index finger. It let out a low hum and in an instant, returned to its original clear and transparent blue hue.

But the sense of danger scarcely lessened.

“Is it this miraculous crystal that caused the Insect Race to lose their reproductive powers?”

Reynolds observed the beautiful little crystal from a distance, his tone filled with disbelief and astonishment. However, Tex beside him seemed much more cavalier, despite also showing caution, he couldn’t help but lean in with interest, reaching out to try and touch the crystal, while saying, “If those Federation chieftains or the Protos Divine Race who have suffered from the Insect Race knew about this, they would certainly pay a large sum for it… any price you could imagine…”

Lilina glanced sidelong at the cigar-chomping uncle who always boasted of being the universe’s number one bounty hunter, and said in a calm and measured tone, “Don’t touch it. Didn’t you see what happened to those insects? You’ll be impotent for life.”

I immediately burst out laughing.

Tex shuddered and quickly backed off as far as he could.

Ignoring the shocking commentary from a mischievous fake loli who had absolutely no sense of a Priestess’s decorum, our attention returned to the curse crystal on the table.

“It seems that its power curses an individual and then uses the principle of causality to extend that curse to the entire race that individual belongs to,” Sandora said, tapping her index finger on the table, “As for why only the Flying Dragons that attacked this planet were cursed and not the entire Star Zone’s Insect Race, it must be a limitation of power, and its effective range is also unclear. Whether other Flying Dragons in this Star Zone have also been cursed needs to be investigated.”

“That’s twisted enough…” I said, grinning wryly. This thing could curse an entire species! Even though it seemed to have its limits now, I had no doubt that if you threw this crystal on Earth, it could trigger the next end of the world. “Sis, can you create more of these crystals?”

If such things could be mass-produced, dealing with the Insect Race would be a breeze. Just capture a sample of each unit, stuff it in, and wait for them to self-destruct. I didn’t believe those slimy cretins could combat a curse through DNA mutation!

But my wildly optimistic hope was impossible to achieve. Big Sister turned and gave me a look, “This thing cannot be mass-produced! Charging it requires an enormous amount of spiritual power, and too many of these could disrupt the balance of the world. Remember what I said? So-called ‘fate’ has its limits. The maximum misfortune a race can suffer is extinction. Although this crystal can’t curse the entire Insect Race, it possesses the attribute of ‘cursing an entire race,’ so even if I could make two curse crystals, only one could be effective at a time.”

Well, the fact that we already had a trump card that could instantly annihilate a unit of the Insect Race should have been enough for me.

Just as I was about to hand this extremely dangerous crystal to Big Sister for safekeeping in her Personal Space, the doors of the command center suddenly slid open. Ville’s Mass Projection bowed at the entrance and addressed us, “Your Majesty, I have a major discovery to report to you!”

By my lucky stars! Bless me, Dingdang, another major discovery!

Ville’s major findings had almost become synonymous with soaring combat power. Each of her results seemed earth-shattering, from the restoration of the Space-Time Management Center to the successful production of Ravens. This female scientist’s contributions were of no less value to us than an entire Imperial Fleet! It just goes to show that science is the primary productive force; Grandpa Marx, you didn’t lie to me!

Ville approached the command center’s holographic projector and inserted a memory crystal; instantly, the recorded imagery of the battlefield appeared before us.

That was a scene where a single Raven effortlessly annihilated nearly ten thousand Insect Race members: one massive Frost Nova followed by an unprecedented scale of forked Lightning, causing thousands of Flying Dragons and other assorted troops to transform into a sky filled with blood, flesh, and innards that rained down upon the Planet Shield below.

After this scene had been broadcast three times, Taville switched the projected content to a laboratory setting.

“We have captured a Flying Dragon with robust Life Force,” Taville pointed to the hideous Monster in the middle of the screen that was firmly restrained by four Energy Auras. Scientists, who were watching inhumanely, surrounded it while a dazzling electric light hovered above its head. “Then, we attacked this Flying Dragon with primitive electroshocks, using the average refracted power of Raven’s forked lightning.”

A blinding electric arc turned the entire screen a ghastly white, and the Flying Dragon’s pitiful screech echoed through the command hall. As normal lighting returned to the screen, we saw the Insect Race specimen, now used as a test subject, lying on the platform, its body charred black, but…

“The damage it received was obviously much less than that inflicted by forked lightning. Moreover, there was a distinct difference; Insects killed by forked lightning disintegrated in a millisecond, but this high-voltage electrocuted Flying Dragon persisted for over a second, and its corpse remained intact.”

Our faces immediately took on an extremely curious expression-the exact same method of attack, the exact same power, acting on the same target, could produce such wildly different effects?

“We have conducted multiple experiments on other captured Insect Race specimens, simulating the entire environment of the battlefield, using attack methods including Flames, Frost, and Arcane, ultimately concluding a certain result: the Insect Race is extremely vulnerable to Magic attacks. Their flesh would even suffer at least three times additional damage under the influence of Magic Energy.”

Everyone, except for Qianqian, who was completely indifferent, and Lilina, who was completely out of place, lit up with excitement.

“What’s the reason?” Sandora asked, her lips curved in delighted amusement. Though as a ruler, she only needed results, not reasons, she was still greatly curious about such an odd phenomenon.

Taville slightly shook his head, “The cause is still under analysis. Part of the reason might be that the Insect Race has never encountered ‘Magic Power’ or ‘Elements’ in its years of evolution, leading to a lack of antibodies against the erosion of Magic Power. Another reason might relate to the extreme adaptability of the Insect Race’s flesh. In an instant of being struck with Magic, their flesh instinctively tries to combat the invasion caused by Magic Power, resulting in damage. However, Magic has one extremely unique property: catalyst action. According to data provided by a Raven, this special Energy, transformed from the spiritual power of the spellcasters, not only acts as the agent to turn elemental forces into effective attacks and a controlling factor, it also amplifies attack power as a superb catalyst. Almost every kind of Energy change is catalyzed by Magic Power, which is why Magic attacks always come with a great deal of additional damage, not just basic Ice or high-temperature injuries. The Insect Race’s unique flesh contains a large amount of chemicals meant to deal with urgent damage, a characteristic exclusive to them. These substances can react quickly, used to neutralize strong acids, cool down, resist radiation, and so on…”

“Then… under the indiscriminate catalysis of Magic Power…”

Sandora already understood Taville’s inference, she wore a face of mixed laughter and embarrassment.

Taville also held back a laugh, “They were burned to death by their own stomach’s chemical reactions-theoretically speaking.”

“If the Insect Race has such a glaring weakness, how have they rampaged unchecked for so long?”

Confusion spread across my face. Vedis’ theory sounded plausible, but could the Insect Race truly possess such a significant flaw? Could the very chemicals within them, designed to save their lives, go into overdrive simply because of a small catalyst?

Taville turned off the projection system and smiled, “We are lucky. Normally, the various chemicals inside the Insects would never overreact just because they were catalyzed. However, their only insurmountable resistance is ‘Magic’ catalysis-an Energy form that utterly surpasses the rules of this Universe-theoretically speaking.”

Taville’s report was completed, and she stood quietly at her spot, waiting for her superiors’ next instructions. As a researcher, she could only provide information, but it was up to us to make the decisions.

The entire hall fell into temporary silence as everyone pondered how to make full use of this immense advantage. After all, we were the only force in the universe that possessed magic power!

Reynolds, who had been half-listening in a daze, had decisively slipped into a state of confusion by now. Hesitantly, he nudged Lilina next to him and asked in a low voice, “I’m sorry to interrupt, but what exactly are you discussing? It seems like you’ve found a weakness in the Insect Race, but you mentioned… magic?”

Lilina waved her hand impatiently, “Beardy, get lost. You reek of alcohol!”

Reynolds: “…”

As it turned out, Reynolds was really only suited for dealing with quirky girls like the Blade Queen. When it came to Loli-type creatures, even if they were a Fake Loli, it was bound to end in tragedy…

“Cough, cough!” After a brief moment of thought, an audacious plan began to take shape in my mind. I waved to Taville and asked, “Taville, are Raven’s training sessions now able to be conducted in large numbers?”

Taville showed an apologetic expression, “I’m afraid I disappoint you, My Emperor. We have always been weak in the field of the Mysterious system. Currently, only Alaya can utilize her knowledge of Soul Studies in Shadow City to help us train Ravens on a small scale; mass production is, regrettably, not yet feasible.”

“I see,” I stroked my chin, a bit disappointed, but I was just asking casually; the crux of the issue lay in what followed. “Taville, the World Gate with Azeroth has been operating stably, right? Also, the Mother Nest we established in the Vedis Empire should have already set up its World Gate, correct?”

As the person with the most leaps in her thoughts, and that’s saying something, Qianqian immediately guessed my intentions and couldn’t help but widen her eyes in surprise, “Ah Jun! You can’t be serious?!”

“Isn’t it a good idea?”

I wore a smile on my face, deeply proud of the insane idea that had suddenly sprung forth from my mind.

“Ah Jun, I must admit, you are a genius strategist!”

Sandora realized my plan after Qianqian and promptly stood up, her eyes gleaming with excitement. It seemed she was thrilled that I, who was usually clueless about warfare, could also come up with a brilliant idea. Unfortunately, my dear, I’m probably just having a flash of inspiration this time…

This creative plan had me eager to put it into action, so the next second I started giving commands, “Sivis! Contact the Space-Time Management Center, order the Vedis Empire, Auduo Empire, Azeroth Salvation Army, and yes, even the British Puritans from a parallel space-time to urgently gather their most powerful spellcasters. Assemble all the warriors who can wield magic, and meet in Shadow City; form the Holy Expeditionary Army–oh, and make sure to test their magic beforehand. We need to confirm that the magic used by these Mages is the same kind of thing.”

Lilina stared at me blankly as my fervor finally erupted, and after a long while, she uttered a phrase, “I really did choose an extraordinary… boss…”

Originally, our plan was to annihilate the attacking one hundred million insects and then quickly concentrate our forces to attack the Insect Race’s main planet, situated in the adjacent star system. Otherwise, given their breeding speed, if we were to go there a few days later, that place would certainly be densely packed with hundreds of millions, if not tens of billions, of the Insect Swarm. But after discovering the astonishing damage that magic power could inflict on those insects, forming a specialized Mage Corps designed to slaughter the Insect Race had been given a higher priority.

After all, in this star zone filled with human colonies, we couldn’t always resort to using planet destruction weapons like the EOP-03 to deal with the enemy. In most cases, planetary landing operations and conventional warfare against the Insects in space were the main stages. Under such circumstances, those mage units would undoubtedly be very valuable on the battlefield!

“However, can those mages from humanity really be of use?”

Big Sister raised this doubt only after the plan was put into action and various commands were issued to the Otherworld, receiving nearly fanatical responses.

We were at General City’s Central Square, one of our usual strolling spots. Big Sister’s sudden question caught both Sandora and me off guard.

“A comparison of the combat strength between a great human Mage and a single Raven…” I hesitated, initiating the Spiritual Connection and directly posed the question to Raven numbered 001, “Raven 001, according to the records saved in the shared database, how big is the gap between your combat power and that of a great Mage from the world of Azeroth?”

The response came immediately and without hesitation, “Those human spellcasters are, at best, junior Mages in our presence.”

Okay, I admit it. A group that can endlessly cast instant Lightning Storms for a day and a night without taking a breath, it’s already flattering for them to consider the likes of Antonidas as peers. The gap in attack power is secondary, what’s more important is the Ravens’ insane endurance in battle! What difference is there between their Ghost Energy Reactors and limitless mana?

In this way, even if we summon the human Mages from various worlds, their effectiveness would be extremely limited–when it comes to combat power, these peak human beings are almost the same as a common Xyrin Soldier!

However, upon hearing Big Sister’s doubts, the Raven actually provided an answer that reassured us, “If you’re worried about the insufficient power of those human spellcasters, that is actually irrelevant. According to the findings of Researcher Taville, what truly causes the Insects’ deaths is not our magic damage, but rather the catalytic effect of the mana itself, causing several chemical reactions in their bodies to go wild. As long as the human spellcasters have mana, that’s enough. After all, the nature of mana is special, and unless transformed by the spiritual power of a spellcasting unit, it’s very hard to create with conventional means.”

…Merely being used as batteries to provide mana? To think that the top combat powers from various worlds are reduced to the role of a battery within the Xyrin Empire Army… This truly is a tragedy…

But having confirmed that the human Mages also possessed the ability to mass-exterminate the Insects, another issue now lay before us.

They are not Xyrin’s Ravens, who could withstand cosmic radiation and vacuum to battle the Namekians to the death; these humans, who have never left the atmosphere in their lives, simply could not possess the capability for space warfare!

Even in the case of planetary landing warfare, they wouldn’t be of any use, since the Insects’ habitats have such harsh natural environments that any head of an environmental protection agency would want to commit suicide to apologize to the world. The surface of those planets, pervaded with poisonous gases and corrosive substances, wasn’t much safer than space.

The battery is a good one, but too fragile, and might leak before it even gets a chance to discharge–this was the rather impolite assessment from Lilina, that terrible fake Loli.

However, it didn’t take long for Qianqian to find a solution to this problem. A team of Marines brought by Reynolds gave this runaway girl unlimited inspiration, and she proposed a plan to design a universal combat armor for human mages that anyone could use–in all fairness, such a solution was not hard to come up with, but we had all fallen into a mental trap. As soon as we thought of mages, we leaned directly towards Antonidas’s tattered robes. Who could link those white-bearded grandpas with power armor like Qianqian, a girl with no sense of direction?

Reynolds, who had been freeloading on Black Egg Star for several days, finally realized that he could be useful and naturally was very enthusiastic to assist in developing this new power armor. However, beyond the initial few armor samples he provided, the bearded uncle soon found himself unable to intervene–In Taville’s eyes, the power armor created by humans was so primitive it was almost unbearable to see. Apart from analyzing a few essential life support conditions suitable for carbon-based life from these samples, she had to start from scratch.

I found this quite embarrassing since Qianqian and I always considered ourselves the only authentic humans left in this abnormal group, but Taville’s remark, “His Majesty and the Mistresses’ physical conditions cannot be used as the standard for the average human,” made us all facepalm for quite a while.

The efficiency of Taville and her researchers was astounding. Even though it was their first time studying armor intended for fragile carbon-based life, she still presented me with a fairly mature design proposal the next day. The new power armor largely retained the exterior of human Marine armor–as mages inherently lack mobility and agility, there was no point in enhancing their armor in terms of dexterity. Instead, Taville focused the main enhancement of this equipment on defensive capabilities and… ease of control.

Ah, ease of control, the most troublesome part of the design. You can’t expect Jaina to figure out what a pan-energy power exchange valve is in a few days, nor should you hope that Pope Melon would understand the principle of aerodynamic joints. Our design goal was to create fully automated, maintenance-free armor that, once worn, felt as effortless as clothing and also needed to be highly intelligent to adapt to human thinking habits.

Taville installed a new toy near the power armor’s helmet, a learning device that could receive and respond to human spiritual waves. This effectively solved the control issue for human mages using power armor, and as Taville put it, “it’s an excellent thing that allows the wearer to forget they’re controlling half a ton of armor.”

The second major improvement of this armor was its magic amplification capability, a technology cobbled together by Alaya and the Ravens. In essence, it’s a spiritual amplifier. The process of spellcasting for a caster is essentially the extraction and mutation of their spiritual power into active magic power. The magic amplifier of the power armor comes into play in the final step of this process, amplifying the caster’s spiritual power by two to three times, thereby somewhat compensating for the serious deficiency in the combat capability of human mages.

The only regret was that we still had not found a way to give human mages unlimited mana–Ravens draw energy from Ghost Energy, and their Divergent Space-Time Reactor provides endless casting energy. However, for humans, 1 UN (a common unit of measurement for Ghost Energy) of Ghost Energy entering the brain is enough to turn them into idiots.

On the fourth day after my proposal was made, the first batch of super power armor, incorporating Xyrin’s advanced technology, came off the production line. These towering armors, over two meters tall, bore the same appearance as human power armor (one reason being that Bubbles quite admired the design of the human Marines from StarCraft…) The colors chosen were the Imperial Army’s customary silver-white base with blue edging. The front of the power armor featured the dominating Xyrin Military Emblem, while the back was inscribed with “One World, One Dream” in various world languages.

…

Who the hell doodled that onto the blueprints?!

But it was too late to make changes–the first batch of Mage Corps from the Azeroth World, totaling a thousand people, had already arrived at the World Gate under General City.

“Jaina? You came in person?”

Seeing that the leader of the Mage Corps was the familiar face of Jaina, I immediately exclaimed in surprise.

I thought my exclamation was quite loud, but the golden-haired woman in the purple mage robe in front of me didn’t react at all; she was busy scanning everything around her with an astonished gaze. This Azeroth native, setting foot for the first time on an alien planet’s high-tech base, was completely overwhelmed with shock.

Behind her, a massive array of Azeroth’s various Race Mage Corps exhibited the same reactions, some even more shockingly surprised than their commander.

“My god… Is this… another Outer Realm!?”

After a while, Jaina murmured to herself in such a manner.

“Outer Realm?” I frowned, “You mean the Drano World?”

Was Azeroth’s saga still unfolding? Had they launched another expedition to the Drano World? But that wasn’t right; the Burning Legion had already been used as cannon fodder and played to their end by the Fallen Apostles, and the Abyss Energy that infested Azeroth’s many planets had also receded. What leftover powers in the Outer Realm could there possibly be that warranted an expedition from the various Races of Azeroth?

My voice finally caught Jaina’s attention. She jerked her head around, and upon seeing me, her face immediately lit up with a delighted smile. With a bow, she greeted us: “Great Divine Envoy, the Expeditionary Army from the world of Azeroth has assembled here to fight for you.”

After a warm reunion, Jaina, whom I hadn’t seen in a long time, seemed genuinely happy to be among the “Gods” again. She was about to turn into an inquisitive baby in the midst of the surrounding strange and magnificent scenery, but I hadn’t forgotten her earlier mumblings: “Jaina, did you just mention the Outer Realm?”

“Yes,” Jaina nodded, “That’s the homeland of our Beastman friends. After the Demon Army was completely wiped out, we managed to learn the secret to opening the Dark Portal. The Salvation Army formed a powerful Expeditionary Army that crossed the Dark Portal, only to discover that the Demon forces in that world had also been eradicated. The remaining Beastmen there had freed themselves from the Demon curse, and now the Salvation Army has established an outpost in the Drano World. We are working hard to heal the wounds of the Outer Realm, and the Beastmen are quite eager to rebuild their homeland…”

… Just how harmonious had Azeroth become now, for the love of Dingdang!

What Jaina brought was tremendous news, and I even hesitated whether I should let the warriors of Azeroth, who had finally enjoyed a period of peace and tranquility, embark once again into the dangers of battle: Especially in a battlefield like StarCraft, which was clearly two levels more advanced than the wars of Azeroth. Even with the assistance of Xyrin high technology, could these Humans remain unharmed against the most dangerous things in the universe?

“We are soldiers of the Salvation Army, and since the establishment of this organization, every new recruit must adhere to this belief: We must fight unconditionally for the Savior at any time!”

That was Jaina’s answer.

The Mage Corps from Azeroth, after initial shock, quickly displayed their wisdom and calm spirit typical of Humanity’s most sagacious and composed members. With the mentality of “This is the Gods’ Battlefield,” they successfully increased their adaptability to all things abnormal. Then, under Reynolds’ Marines guidance, they began learning how to wear Power Armor–after all, no matter how intelligent the armor was, it wasn’t advanced enough to materialize on the user just by twirling a magic wand and performing a magical girl transformation dance on the spot.

Where did this quirky thought come from? Maybe one day I should design a set of Interstellar Warrior Power Armor that Jaina could wear with a magical girl transformation?

…Qianqian is going to kill me…

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