Xyrin Empire
Chapter 434 - Chapter 434: Chapter 434: Battlefield

Chapter 434: Chapter 434: Battlefield

Inside the Black Sun.

“We have entered this unidentifiable region.”

While the Imperial Admiral’s spaceship was smoothly navigating, Sandora suddenly said so.

“We’ve come in?” I looked around in surprise. “Nothing has changed at all!”

The area we were in was a space platform at the top of the Imperial Admiral’s ship, protected by a pale blue Energy Shield. The Imperial Soy Sauce Group and Zeratul were standing on this platform, attempting to observe if there were any spectacular sights within the Black Sun.

But there was nothing; our surroundings were still pitch-dark, and you couldn’t feel at all that we had entered an immensely large Celestial Body. I had even thought that a dark red glowing star shell would suddenly appear above us…

Qianqian also looked disappointed; the novelty she had been holding back had now completely vanished. “So boring… Just as Sandora said, there’s nothing to see here.”

“If you really saw the scene on the star shell, you would cry,” Sandora said, arms crossed and a smile that was not quite a smile directed at Qianqian, who immediately bared her teeth at her in defiance: “Then I’ll just switch personalities!”

…That solution really was unbeatable.

“This is only the periphery of the Black Sun, but the signs of the laws becoming ineffective are already beginning to show,” Sandora spoke and commanded the flagship to release a small unmanned drone, which was programmed with special identification codes to be susceptible to the invasive chaos of the laws. “Watch.”

The drone started as a mere flickering point of light in front of our eyes, but it quickly underwent inexplicable changes: it morphed into a massive metal cone, then in an instant transformed into a burning fireball. The fireball rapidly froze into a large clump of ice, then changed into pure light that began to dissipate, ending as a group of comets speeding past the side of the fleet.

“Uh huh, this is a relatively common occurrence, transformations of physical form, but sometimes, it might become abstract things like time, knowledge, energy, direction, or extent. When that happens, it seems to disappear before your very eyes.”

I heard Qianqian gulp next to me, and then she clung tightly to my arm.

“Don’t be afraid,” Sandora smiled and comforted the girl who was scared by this bizarre world. “First, you are a High Order Apostle accepted by the Xyrin Race; the universal laws have already determined your immunity to lawlessness. Second, your Time Power also belongs to fundamental laws; in this place where everything is negated, the fundamental laws are the most powerful weapons, almost capable of affecting everything.”

The Imperial Fleet slowly submerged into endless darkness; we were inside the Black Sun–or rather, “the Data Stack Area” inside, which is akin to a memory error region without an address in computer memory. Navigating here was fraught with danger, and even the Xyrin Army, immune to law chaos, needed to be cautious. After all, what we were immune to was just the chaos of the laws, not the laws themselves–everything chaotic here was still orderly to us, but orderly things could still harm us.

Especially in the presence of a “Revelation” being conceived here.

“It’s so quiet here.”

Big Sister murmured softly.

“That’s because there has been no interference here,” Sandora explained in a flat tone about the uniqueness inside the Black Sun, “If anything were to intrude upon the Black Sun at this moment, the chaotic laws here would make it evolve into a grand carnival, and that would definitely be quite lively.”

Zeratul murmured something softly beside her, his voice rough but serene, carrying a rhythm that settled the heart.

“He is praying for those missing warriors and the ancient spaceship of Xel’Naga.”

Sandora said to me through the spiritual connection.

“The Pseudo Existence Zone is about to appear, please prepare for the impact.”

The mechanical broadcast of the warship suddenly rang out, and then the shield above our heads turned from pale blue to a shimmering gold–a glare that occurs when energy levels surge dramatically.

“The Pseudo Existence Zone is something peculiar to the Black Sun,” Sandora reassured us without hurry, “Although the innards of the Black Sun are filled with chaos laws that are beyond the world’s comprehension, even gibberish often contains self-consistent structures capable of self-explanation. The Pseudo Existence Zone is just that; a mix of chaotic laws and flawed concepts that occasionally forms a temporarily stable and expressible posture, like a calm surface of water that appears by chance in turbulence. This transient equilibrium of law aggregations is called a Pseudo Existence Zone, which may last for a very short time or could exist forever–if the series of chaotic laws that make it up happen to form a simple logical timeline, then this Pseudo Existence Zone could persist self-consistently forever.”

“Indeed, Your Majesty,” attracted by our conversation, Taville suddenly joined in from the public channel, her mass projection standing beside us, seemingly heavily interfered with, “I even found a very interesting record in the Empire’s database: a Xyrin Expedition Team once ventured deep into a Black Sun that was ten billion years old and stumbled upon a quite stable Pseudo Existence Zone where they discovered a civilization born from chaotic laws! That civilization had even established their own cosmic model, postulating the world as six-dimensional–the entirety of dimensions of that Pseudo Existence Zone. They believed the universe was egg-shaped, with the core stable region being their star system, and the outer chaotic region, the egg white. They were convinced that by crossing the layer of chaos, they could break out of the shell to a better and broader life outside of the eggshell…”

Taville’s description instantly grabbed my attention, knowing that there wasn’t much fun in our current dreary dark voyage, “So what happened after? What became of that civilization?”

Taville shrugged her shoulders, “They went extinct as soon as they entered the zone of chaotic laws. They couldn’t possess the power to resist the laws, and rashly stepping into the lawless zone completely destroyed their fragile ordered home. It seems that the Imperial Expedition Team tried to save them but only managed to take a few last photos of those little intelligent lives.”

We fell silent for a few seconds before Big Sister spoke up softly, “That story isn’t funny at all–continue with your work.”

Taville, a thorough researcher, of course couldn’t figure out why we seemed a bit unhappy, but the obedience embedded in the soul of a Xyrin Apostle prevented her from asking further. The female researcher bowed to us and gradually vanished into the air.

“Life is so fragile.”

Big Sister remarked with a touch of sorrow. She had always been like this since childhood, occasionally falling into such a sentimental state and sympathizing with even any stranger merely heard of–and I could imagine myself being one such stranger at the beginning. Of course, now we are the closest of kin.

“Everything is fragile,” Sandora recited a Xyrin proverb with a rare sentimental tone, “therefore, everything can become stronger.”

I vaguely remembered this phrase coming from a very famous person in the Empire, an individual who summarized the attitude that fragile mortal civilization should hold in the face of destiny. After searching the database for a while, I finally found the name of the great person who said this phrase, then instantly felt bewildered…

Sandora, please don’t reveal such a smug expression when you quote your own aphorism!

The spaceship gently shook, but it might also have been my illusion. We have already made contact with the Pseudo Existence Zone, and the boundless darkness began to show slight variations, with certain describable substances emerging around us.

“We are ‘fishing out,'” this is an easier-to-understand term, but in fact, this process should be called spatial filtering, a technology for extracting wreckage from chaotic space.”

Sandora pointed ahead to the direction of our scouting fleet, whose small spacecraft were emitting rings of blue and white halos into the surrounding area. These halos illuminated the chaotic space, like spotlights, revealing the decomposable edges in a three-dimensional aspect, causing many “things” to begin showing their outlines within the endless dark void of Chaos.

I was really curious about what could be salvaged from the interior of a constant star. Could there possibly be people living comfortably in a nuclear reactor with temperatures in the hundreds of millions of degrees?

But since this Black Sun could release a kind of energy named “Revelation,” perhaps there really was something strange inside it…

It was just as Sandora described, some weird things had been “retrieved” and brought before our eyes.

There were things that looked like longswords, fragments of armor, crystal remnants, and a simple light ball–lacking mass and strength but enduring constantly as if it were a point of light set by a bunch of parameters in a computer.

“Is this… their stuff!?”

While I was still trying to figure out how a bunch of Middle Ages equipment could appear inside a constant star, Sandora’s surprised tone abruptly interrupted our conjecture.

Big Sister swiftly turned her head to send a profound gaze towards Zeratul, who was smart enough to know that some ultimate secrets were not meant for him to know. This experienced Dark Templar saluted us and spoke softly, “I will await the gospel you bring…”

“Whose stuff is this?” Qianqian asked eagerly after Zeratul had left the platform, her head, devoid of a steering wheel for thoughts, had already fantasized at least four GB worth of background stories for these cold weapons during those few seconds.

“Divine Race, the Star Domain Divine Race,” Sandora carefully extracted a longsword that appeared decayed from the anti-gravity field. The moment Sandora touched it, dazzling light burst forth from the blade. By the time I regained my senses a second later, the weapon in Sandora’s hand had transformed into an ornate and exquisitely decorative straight blade fine sword over a meter long, “This is their commander-level weapon of choice, undying and capable of cutting anything on a law level.”

The moment the divine light shone upon the Divine Artifact (a genuine Divine Artifact!), what came to mind were an entirely different matter–Dingdang pointing at a book titled “Why Do Divine Artifacts Glow – Little-Known Life Facts You Don’t Know” and lecturing me on why divine artifacts glow.

“… Divine Artifacts glow because they all have an auto-cleaning feature~~~ The glow on the artifacts is used to automatically maintain them! It’s effective at removing all sorts of stubborn stains~~~”

Looking at the like-new fine sword in Sandora’s hand, I believed it.

“This place is a battlefield.”

After setting aside the sword, which had just renewed itself and was said to ignore any hindrance and possessed the attribute of “cutting” on a law level, Sandora surveyed the still-dark surroundings and stated decisively.

A battlefield, a battlefield of the gods–to what extent must the gods be so troubled to go inside a sun to fight!?

As I threw out this question, Sandora smiled and shook her head, explaining, “It’s not that they came within the sun to fight. Even a Xyrin Apostle can group together for a tour inside a Black Sun unscathed, let alone the Divine Race, which is a bit stronger than us, who don’t take the sun seriously at all. Strictly speaking, when they fight, they regard the sun as non-existent. This star is not the honored battlefield of the gods; it just happens to be located on top of the battlefield… Well, this also explains the birth of this Black Sun; it was created as a result of the devastating aftermath of the gods’ battle destroying its own laws.”

I was shocked by this information; it was the first time I faced the power of deities so directly. Merely the aftermath of their battle could turn a star into a Black Sun devoid of laws and even form a small world of Chaos within. Though this level of destruction was routine compared to the authority they wielded, which could easily alter the world, as a display of individual power, it was astonishing.

Even from the perspective of a Xyrin Apostle, it was astonishing.

“Who is battling them? The Abyss?”

Watching Sandora carefully identify those ancient weapons that may have been around for eons, I curiously asked, as she seemed to be quite knowledgeable in this regard, effortlessly distinguishing the marks on the weapons and categorizing them. Then, she lifted the light ball that weighed as if it were nothing–I now knew it was an unexploded “Holy Light,” created directly by the laws of gods, thus forming a self-consistent system that could explain itself. Unless it was counteracted by another force from the same laws, it would never dissipate.

“It’s not the Abyss, but another Divine Race.”

“Another Divine Race!?” Qianqian and I exclaimed in shock at the same time, “Isn’t the Star Domain Divine Race the only True God?”

“No, the Star Domain Divine Race is a True God, but not the only one. There are two branches of the Divine Race, apart from the Star Domain Gods, there’s also a Divine System known as ‘Huron.’ However, my knowledge of this other Divine Race is very limited. They have almost no contact with the Xyrin Empire, and we might as well consider them a story: the Void is vast, and even the gods have not managed to control the entire Void.”

Qianqian, Big Sister, and I exchanged glances, deeply captivated by this secret we had never heard of: “Are the two Divine Races opposed to each other?”

“They used to be archenemies that couldn’t coexist under the same sky, with each side branding the other as Fake Gods or Evil Gods. But ultimately, they both belong to the justice-oriented Divine System that seeks to eliminate the Abyss and protect the world, and they have long since made peace. Each Divine Race manages half of the worlds in the Void–although there isn’t much interaction, their relationship is quite cordial–don’t look like that, the chances of the Huron Divine Race being here are zero. The distance between them and this half of the Void cannot even be measured in terms of proximity or distance; it’s best to consider them a background story.”

“I truly haven’t heard of it before, and Dingdang never mentioned it either.”

I scratched my head, showing real interest in this newly mentioned Divine System.

Sandora wore a helpless expression, “After all, it’s ancient history. That little thing who only cares about collecting candies and desserts, do you really think she would earnestly tell you all this war history? I reckon she has never passed her history class in the Divine Realm!”

…This is nonsense. To think that gods would have history classes with infinitely long records to memorize–I already find that ridiculous enough…

“We can now be sure that this battlefield has a remarkably ancient history.”

Big Sister said, a relic from an era of war between two great Divine Systems, how many eons ago was that?

And now, I also finally connected it to the “Divine Artifact” Zeratul had–it’s origin was finally explained: the Kepulu Star Zone had once witnessed a war between the Divine Races.

“Then why would it bring about a Revelation? If it’s just a relic of a war, it should be dead,” Qianqian asked curiously, treating Sandora like a library by now. As the saying goes, when in doubt, consult Baidu for internal matters, and consult the food bucket… uh, you get the idea.

“I don’t know either,” Sandora actually shook her head, “Everything here is chaotic, the fundamental laws of the universe have been ground into dust here and then randomly recombined. No matter how many times we adjust our theoretical models, they can’t possibly fit the situation here, and Bubbles needs some time to build a Chaos model.”

The Imperial Fleet continued to advance through the Black Sun, and we began to encounter isolated gray clouds, which might be from the most intense nuclear reactions within the burning Black Sun. After shedding all light and heat, these nuclear reaction clouds appeared as unintelligible random ink splashes, but Sandora explained that these weren’t the core of a star’s nuclear furnace. On the contrary, this was where sunspots were created because their reaction levels were so weak that they could visibly separate from the surrounding Chaos, and the darkness that permeated around was the real nuclear furnace.

We were not standing in the ocean observing islands, but rather on a continent observing a clear spring.

Salvage operations continued, but they seemed increasingly meaningless. While the battle of the gods here was the cause of the Black Sun’s formation, it seemed unconnected to the Revelation. The artifacts we captured became fewer and fewer until gradually, we left the Pseudo Existence Zone that had formed from the remnants of the gods’ power.

Laws fell into Chaos again. (To be continued, for more of the story, please visit www.NovelFire.net. The site offers more chapters; support the author, support genuine reading!)

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