Xyrin Empire
Chapter 420 - Chapter 420 Chapter 420 Complete Victory and Gifts

Chapter 420: Chapter 420: Complete Victory and Gifts Chapter 420: Chapter 420: Complete Victory and Gifts Thousands of small unmanned fighters, teleported directly from the Protos Carriers, swarmed like angry bees in front of the “Galaxy”‘s energy-gathering crystal, which was slowly starting to illuminate, completely foregoing conventional attacks and instead turning themselves into bombs, colliding head-on with the violently glowing energy sphere.

At that moment, I had to admit Protos was a genius–he had actually developed this surprising attack tactic.

The experimental Energy Raider was still in cooldown mode, and the Anti-Phasing Device, being the ultimate unbeatable equipment, had an even longer cooldown than the Energy Raider. The Galaxy Main Gun’s charge was nearing saturation; under the relentless impact of thousands of kamikaze drones, that massive energy sphere was gradually losing stability, and that wasn’t the end–with the halos underneath those carriers continuously flickering, more carrier-based interceptors were breaching space, teleporting to the front of our main cannon, amassing tens of thousands of small unmanned drones in mere seconds!

How on Earth could these carriers hold so many of these damn things? Isn’t overloading illegal?

If I had to point out a flaw in something as terrifying as the Eternal Level giant warship, its most robust “Galaxy” main cannon would ironically be one of its weaknesses. Because of the tremendous Ghost Energy interference during the gathering phase, that energy-gathering area becomes the only spot on the battleship that Ghost Energy Shields cannot cover. However, who the hell would think of crashing into the enemy’s cannon mouth just a second before firing?

Well, Protos thought of that…

Naturally, such defects would have been anticipated by the war engineers of Xyrin. They installed a series of stabilization devices near the Galaxy’s energy-gathering crystal to prevent the cannon from “exploding its chamber” due to external blows during the charging process. However, no stabilization device could handle the joint self-destruction of ten thousand fighters–not to mention that the gadgets made by the Protos natives weren’t for show.

“Warning, ‘Galaxy’ energy-gathering crystal subjected to unknown energy interference, charge stability declining, Ghost Energy Shield failed to initiate, engaging emergency stop thrust in three seconds…”

Everything sounds complicated, but all of it happened in a flash. The enemy’s three carriers had been stealthily manufacturing planes since the beginning of the battle. Although I wasn’t sure what their original tactic was, their desperate attack had certainly taken effect now, with the alarm from the mother ship’s mainframe hastily intensifying, and the massive light sphere at the front of the Galaxy about to lose control completely.

But there wasn’t much worry on my face. As the Empire’s longest-serving and most stable high-tech flagship, the Eternal Level’s design was painfully perfect. Every possible contingency had been considered by generations of designers. Even if the main cannon went out of control, there was an emergency stop thrust setup–even though that would mean the entire main cannon could not be started again for the next 3 hours. And even if the emergency stop thrust was ineffective, we had a last-ditch method: partial spatial dislocation. The entire “Galaxy” system operated modularly, designed to automatically teleport away from the ship’s body in the most extreme circumstances. At one millisecond before the explosion of the main cannon, we still had time to throw the entire “Galaxy” into Other Space, though that would completely ruin the majestic appearance of the Eternal Level…

Well, neither of these two methods do I plan to utilize this time. As the first combat encounter with our opponents, we needed an absolute victory, leaving an impression that the “Empire is invincible,” even if it meant the loss of a single main cannon was not within our considerations.

I glowered, watching as the holographic projection displayed swarms of drones flying around the Galaxy’s light sphere like flies, then I stomped my foot hard.

In an instant, I disappeared from the bridge.

Outer space… so majestically beautiful, those brilliant galaxies flowing… ah, damn!

Just as I was getting a bit poetic, a drone had to explode right next to me. Although the spiritual shield protected me from any harm, it gave me quite a fright.

Forget it, I’ll find an uninhabited asteroid belt to recite poetry next time. Right now, work comes first.

Currently, I’m positioned ten meters above and behind the Galaxy Main Gun, with ten thousand Protos Drones dazzlingly unfolding before me.

Despite being hundreds of thousands of kilometers apart, I knew with Protos technology, it was a piece of cake for them to see even a single hair on my head. Thus, even though I was dying to rush forward and box with these drones, I suppress the urge and try to keep a serene, dignified expression. Right now, nothing mattered except image–all else was inconsequential.

Suddenly appearing above the about-to-explode ultimate main cannon, and casually watching ten thousand unmanned warplanes smash into the massive energy light ball beneath my feet, my astonishing actions immediately captured the attention of everyone on the battlefield. Zeratul, stationed on the bridge, almost cried out in alarm. He thought I was insane–the power of that cannon he had just witnessed could turn the Protos’ proud advanced fleet into a series of space fireworks, and now this person known as the Imperial Emperor… He wasn’t planning to take his fleet down with him, was he?

“Don’t look so surprised,” Qianqian, who was psychically linked with me and familiar with my special ability, had already guessed my intention. With a slight upward curve at the corner of her mouth and a cold glance at Zeratul, she said, “To him, this is merely a game.”

At this moment, beneath my feet, the immense starlight had swollen to its limit, resembling a bubble on the verge of collapse, shaking incessantly. I had previously ordered all emergency propulsion and other defensive measures of the Galaxy Main Gun to be halted, thus everything was happening just as Prothos had hoped–the Eternal Level Main Cannon had lost control.

The collapsing effect of the vast ghost energy caused the beautiful blaze to abruptly contract to the size of a basketball, and then, along with slight distortions around the surrounding space, a blinding white light burst forth from under my feet.

Now is the time!

Perhaps many couldn’t imagine that the moment before the “Galaxy’s” light erupted, which was also the easiest moment to control it, all I needed was to grasp this less than one-second window, I could…

Casually stretching out my right hand, I calmly watched the light swell explosively under my feet, and then, as if suddenly pulled by a black hole, the brilliant light ball, now nearly half a kilometer in radius, violently twisted into a gigantic funnel shape, with the tip of the funnel in the palm of my hand.

Let me show you what a humanoid energy raider is like–can we call this the Absorption Star Method?

While rapidly releasing the enormous energy into the Void Plane using my ability, I mused mischievously.

A moment later, the runaway energy that had erupted from the front of the main cannon was entirely guided by me into a different space-time. The final remaining energy was compressed into a tiny light ball floating quietly in my hand.

Both friends and foes fell into silence.

Though I couldn’t see him, I guessed that Prothos’s expression must be quite spectacular right now. He probably couldn’t comprehend what spiritual energy guiding meant, let alone know what it was to neutralize ability attacks–a mere flip of a hand transforming a super laser capable of annihilating thousands of Protos warships into an apple-sized ball of light, a power surely beyond his imagination.

With a flick of my fingers, I crushed the inconspicuous energy light ball in my hand. My vast spiritual power suddenly expanded, infiltrating the enemy fleet’s communication systems without any hindrance, and even resounded thunderously in the minds of each and every one of them. This method of psychic invasion, learned from Sandora, didn’t require sophisticated skills. Basically, as long as one had strong enough spiritual power, it would be effective. Of course, since I wasn’t a professional Soul Taker like Sandora, it’s likely that Prothos and his warriors would suffer from tinnitus and insomnia for a long time.

“Protos Natives,” I copied my thoughts directly into the minds of the Taldarim Members, “I’m running out of patience.”

Witnessing this scene, which could be described as sensational, had a much more shocking impact on those Taldarim Members than enduring half an hour of bombardment from the Imperial Army. The eerie and immense power had exceeded their understanding of life’s limits so far–perhaps the sovereign of the Insect Race might manage to survive under similar bombardment for a while, but in the universe, no creature could use one hand to erase an immense energy that could destroy an entire fleet; the power of one individual had reached this extent… how powerful must the mysterious “Xyrin Empire” be?!

Unsurprisingly, the Taldarim Fleet finally chose to retreat. Although the Protos Natives do not fear death, fearlessness is one thing, but recklessly fighting an utterly irresistible opponent is not a quality that a qualified warrior should have.

Compared to their initial bluster, the Taldarim Fleet was now in a pitiful state.

All the warships’ Plasma Shields had been annihilated under the attack of the Imperial Cannon, each spacecraft’s armor was covered with obvious melting traces. The Xyrin Soldiers, who had been tasked with assault and harassment, even used their advantage of cooldown-free jumps to maliciously write phrases like “XX was here,” “Pork stewed with vermicelli is the King of Mankind,” “All K city urban management are pigs,” and various other ludicrous phrases on the enemy’s large warship hulls with beams of Ghost Energy. Who knows what kind of expressions these unlucky Taldarim Members would show when they returned to their base to repair their ships and saw these phrases written in various interstellar languages.

Anyway, watching them retreat now, I felt a profound sense of age.

Since I still did not want to fully engage in war with the entire Protos Race, I had not completely annihilated the opposing fleet. If their leaders had any thinking ability, they should know what choice to make now, especially since they are the force battling the Insect Race in this star zone. It was always good to spare some.

After returning to the bridge, I approached Zeratul.

“Considering humanitarianism, I’ve allowed their leader to return, but next time, I will declare war on the entire Protos Race.”

“Thank you for your mercy, mighty Xyrin Emperor.”

Light flickered in Zeratul’s eyes, and ultimately, he bowed his head to me. For a warrior, strength is always respectable, but what is even more respectable is that this powerful individual also possesses a generous heart. Anyone who can let their enemies escape for such a reason during a cosmic war is truly magnanimous–although Lilina constantly muttered in the Spiritual Connection that I was a hopelessly soft-hearted person.

Pfft, how could that scheming Priestess, who is always thinking about how to manipulate others, understand my grand plan! Our goal was to make the entire Protos Race willingly step up to the Empire’s experimental table and even help me write the experimental reports… cough, I spoke too much…

“Do you have something to say?”

I noticed Zeratul seemed hesitant to speak and asked out of curiosity. Perhaps it’s a natural habit in communication, but Protos Natives are not very good at hiding their emotions in front of strangers, even behind a mask, Uncle Z nearly had “I have something to say” written on his face.

“Yes, Emperor of the Xyrin people,” Protos Natives continued with his awkward way of addressing me, “I am puzzled by the actions of the Taldarim this time.”

“Um? Is something wrong? They have always been so exclusive… well, I got this information from one of my human friends, who has had quite a few dealings with you all.”

Zeratul immediately helped me round out the lie with a brainstorm, “Are you referring to my dear friend Reynolds? He certainly is someone who always manages to get himself into various kinds of trouble…”

It surprised me that Uncle Z had a sense of humor, or was it that Reynolds had really become the second unfortunate aggregation after another world’s Kamijou Youth?

“The Taldarim are indeed a group of highly exclusive and extreme religious fanatics,” Zeratul unreservedly criticized his own people, “but they should not be blind to the extent that they would deploy tens of thousands of warships to threaten you just because you landed on an abandoned Protos planet, especially towards a foreign power that has just arrived in this star zone and has done nothing but fight the Insect Race, such aggression is truly not the way of our Protos Race, I suspect… they have been bewitched, bewitched by something extremely detrimental to you…”

I must say, Uncle Z was indeed quite suitable for telling ghost stories. A story that I originally felt nothing about, when told in his deep, slow voice, gave me the feeling akin to watching ‘The Ring’ at midnight.

Rubbing my temples with my forefinger, I murmured softly, uninterested in pondering such troubling matters, “Let it be, I’m not good at dealing with conspiracies, and some people’s conspiracies cannot possibly stand against the Imperial Army.”

The exploration on Bump Star didn’t take much time, as everything here had already been ravaged by the Insect Race’s destruction, leaving little of value to investigate, other than collecting a few new samples of the Insect Race and some research material on Protos architecture.

Before the last batch of the landing troops returned to the mother ship, a few Druids, under Lilina’s direction, planted a kind of green, pollution-free insecticide at the planet’s equator, a magical seed named “Cockroach Exterminator No.1” by Lilina and graciously provided by the Lady Life Goddess, innovatively refined by the Lady Priestess. Though not yet in its final form, this new plant imbued with Life Divine Power was enough to purify the remaining influence of the Insect Race on this planet. In a month or two, this place would become a lush planet of life, its ecosystem would be rebuilt, and all the Insect Race corpses and their secreted moss would become nourishment necessary for this restoration. Indeed, just a few hours after the Druids planted the seeds, a small green flower began to bloom on the surface of Bump Star, driven by the Life Divine Power, and this “flower” rapidly spread across the entire surface of the planet at a visible rate. Through the spaceship’s observation equipment, we witnessed a vibrant green vine swiftly breaking through the soil, rapidly growing into a large expanse of lush plants, continuously decomposing the remnants of the Insect Race and covering the entire land with green; the power of the Divine Race was enviable, and the effort Lilina put into nurturing these seeds was unquestionably admirable.

“This… this is truly a miracle of life! I have never been as moved as I am today by the scene before me…” Zeratul, watching the rapidly growing vine on the screen, was almost leaning over the projector, his voice trembling with a deeply moved emotion, stirring the inner strength of this warrior and making him even incoherent, “Life has been reborn! Hope is bursting forth!! Mighty Emperor, I salute you! I confess, I had the wrong first impression of your Empire… You are powerful saviors, not as dangerous as I first imagined… I salute you!”

So, are we actually relying on Lilina, the cunningly poisonous Fake Lolita, to salvage our image?

Moreover, Uncle Z, you are losing your composure…

“For a long time, we have been monitoring the balance of the world,” Qianqian, getting playful at this moment, pretentiously acted deep and played the Savior, “Saving the innocent and judging the guilty is our inherent mission; invaders of the world’s balance, the Empire will annihilate them into ash, and in the face of unfortunate innocents, we do not mind bearing the burden of redemption.”

Qianqian, you’re going to starve Dingdang.

“We are still nurturing this seed,” I casually tapped on Qianqian’s head, urging her not to keep playing tricks on Uncle Z, while I took out a few green glittering seeds, “It is blessed by the Life Goddess, possessing the function to purify impure life and rebuild planets. We present these seeds as our gesture of introduction–aside from those fanatical Taldarim members, we are indeed willing to become friends with every race in this world.”

Faced with the sudden appearance of these “incredibly precious” treasures, Zeratul immediately showed a surprised expression, surely for him, these things should be regarded as holy artifacts zealously guarded by an entire race, not something to be casually taken out from one’s pocket like this to give away–and what were those two round, dark objects mixed in?

Awkwardly picking out the chocolate beans, I handed them to Lilina, who was fidgeting beside me, then solemnly said, “This is our proof of friendship towards the Protos people, although today we had an unpleasant encounter with one of your heretical tribes, I still hope that we can become friends.” (To be continued. To find out what happens next, please visit www.NovelFire.net. More chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)

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