Xyrin Empire-Chapter 189 - Division of Labor

Chapter 189: Chapter 189 Division of Labor

Sandora sat at the head of the meeting table, flipping through reports about various races. “First, there’s the Beastman. They have now formed a relatively stable group. Thus, the Tauren, Trolls, and some smaller tribal groups can be considered as one target and assigned to Jaina for continuous contact. Sivis can’t leave the base, so she can stay to help. Let her deal with those Beastman. I’ve already told her about this at the outpost.”

“Next, there are the Dark Night Elves. These long-lived elves are peaceful yet stubborn. They worship the way of nature and are not very enthusiastic about our Holy Light campaign, although they will certainly be influenced by the title ‘Savior.’ However, I think it’s better for Dingdang to take initiative. After all, she is a Life Goddess, and those elves would never dare to defy the Mother of Life’s commands—although…”

At this point, we all guessed what Sandora was about to say, except for one little participant, immerged in joyously munching on a Sugar Ball—Dingdang suddenly realized everyone had gone silent and was gazing at her, stopping out of curiosity and blinking her shiny eyes at us.

“If you were those elves, would you believe this tiny creature is a Life Goddess?” Sandora caught Dingdang’s small wings from behind, lifted Little One up, and swayed her in front of us to ask.

The answer was obvious; other than having the title of a Goddess, this Little One, showing every trait of a small animal, had over ninety percent chances of being adopted as a pet by those elves—although Dingdang’s strength wasn’t something the elves could contend with, getting them to recognize her goddess identity was impossible…

“Forget it, I’ll go with her…” Watching the natural cuteness of Little Thing bobbing in the air, held by Sandora, Lin Xue feigned a sigh and shook her head.

Oh, come on; we all knew you just wanted to have Dingdang as your personal pet!

But Lin Xue accompanying her was quite suitable. When it came to serious matters, this guy was reliable, a perfect complement to the unreliable Dingdang. With her prophet abilities, she could probably bamboozle those mystic elves effectively. As for safety—well, Lin Xue wasn’t a fighter, but really, in the Night Elf territories full of forests, what creature could stand a chance against Dingdang?

“Then there’s the Human Alliance,” Sandora said, pointing with a Laser Pointer at the holographic projection of a planet in the center of the table. “Due to the Undead Catastrophe’s devastation, the once mighty Alliance is now significantly weakened. Many smaller Human Kingdoms are disintegrating. But the so-called camel, though thin, is still bigger than a horse. With such a substantial legacy, combined with the sudden weakening of the Undead Catastrophe, the strength of the Human Alliance is still not to be underestimated. Including Dwarfs, Dwarfs, and some High Elves who were members of the old Alliance, this faction is a key focus for alliance on our part. Originally, my plan was to have Jaina as a breakthrough point, but now Jaina must assist us in liaison with the Tribal Forces, and due to issues with General Proudmore and their stance towards Beastmen, Jaina’s position within the Human Kingdom is a bit awkward. Hence, I need to modify the plan. The prior ‘Heavenly Gods Descending’ campaign had good momentum, so I decided to do it again. Even though the remains of humanity in the Eastern Continent probably know about the rumors of Heavenly Gods Descending in Serramo, I believe that would only make our second campaign more successful—after all, if properly utilized, rumors can be far more effective than any public opinion orientation.”

For the third time, I caught Little Baobao trying to reach the glowing holographic projector on the table and asked, “Are you planning to send the Faith-class to Stormwind City?”

“That’s impossible,” Lin Xue answered. “The Faith-class has almost become a spiritual pillar for the humans of Serramo. If the Divine Warship suddenly leaves, it will likely cause an uproar.”

Not using the Faith-class? Wouldn’t that make the campaign far less effective?

Sandora guessed what I was thinking and smiled slightly. “Don’t worry, we have a group of excellent builders—”

Then, Sandora pointed with her Laser Pointer under the projector in the center of the table. The holographic image in mid-air immediately shifted from a space view of Azeroth Planet to the interior of the Xyrin Nest. A Crystal Prism occupied almost two-thirds of the entire screen. A little girl with her eyes closed and a serene expression floated in the center of the Crystal Prism. Numerous Energy Beams extended from the girl’s body and converged at the bottom of the Crystal Prism, showing a cyclical pulsation from these beams, indicating the little girl was operating at full power.

Seeing the image on the projection, Little Baobao was the quickest to react. The little one immediately climbed onto the table, babbling a greeting to the little girl in the image, who looked almost identical to her.

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“Baobao, how’s the Frontier-class building site coming along?” Sandora asked as she picked up Little Baobao from the table.

“…”

“Baobao?”

“…”

“WLK’s launched!”

“That’s impossible! I’m online right now!”

… Respect, respect!

As soon as Baobao spoke, she immediately realized, and her beautiful big eyes quickly opened wide as she saw a group of “smiling” superiors sitting beside her.

“Dingdang thinks you’re in trouble now!”

Little Thing swiftly flew up to the projection display, crossed his arms, and spoke like a little adult.

“From the top floor…”

Of course, this was just a minor interlude. We were all somewhat accustomed to Bubbles playing games during work hours. As long as it didn’t affect her actual work, we were too lazy to manage her since she was quite capable…

It was only after Sandora mentioned it did I remember that she seemingly talked to me a few days ago about building a medium-sized warship, which now I realized must be the Frontier-class.

Frontier-class: A plump medium-sized ship that can hold up to two thousand crew members. It’s equipped with comprehensive living facilities, a diverse and cleverly integrated weapon system, and excessively heavy armor. Its primary weapons are seventy-seven Ghost Energy Cannons, additionally outfitted with numerous Floating Gun Arrays and rapid-response Mech suites. It is a typical fortified bunker-like ship meant to serve as a semi-fixed frontline firepower platform, perfectly suited for the role. The main disadvantage is its slow speed; it could easily turn into a moving target if unsupported.

This was the brief Sandora gave me about the Frontier-class, clearly a moving armory type of heavy assault ship. Could it be that Sandora plans to use this thing to masquerade as the next “Divine Warship”?

“That’s right, in fact, compared to the Faith-class, the Frontier-class is more suited to the role of ‘Divine Warship.’ It’s sturdier, stronger, and more formidable, whereas the Faith-class, although massive, lacks combat power. The title of Divine Warship doesn’t quite suit it. Initially, we had to choose the Faith-class because we needed to transfer our large troops and needed something larger in terms of carrying space. Now that the Frontier-class has completed, we should let the Empire’s giant ships bask in the sun a bit.”

“The Frontier-class is completed? How come I haven’t seen it?” I asked in surprise. Such a huge thing was already built, and I hadn’t noticed at all?

Sandora could only roll her eyes at my evidently naive question: “Silly, the Empire’s shipyard is equipped with a Super Space-Time Module. Aside from a portal exposed outside, the entire huge dock and temporary storage are built in Other Space. The warships built will naturally be housed in Other Space too. Otherwise, those giant warships, almost as large as cities, where would we build them? How large a base would we need to prepare?”

Uh… it seems she had told me this before, but I really wasn’t too keen on these inconceivable things…

While once again marveling at the miraculous Xyrin Technology, I was also profoundly shocked by the development capacity of the Imperial Army. The Frontier-class, although not the top-notch Imperial Battleship, is still a major combat ship in the Xyrin Army. Now it’s been built in just a few days. With the construction of a War Factory almost every day in the three outpost bases, I really wonder how powerful a civilization bred for war has to be to beat this super-civilization…

“The Divine Warship is set, next is the issue of the right candidate. I think it’s better to have Alaya step in—it’s agreeable to everyone, right?”

Of course, nobody objected. Alaya, almost entirely formed of Light Energy, was undoubtedly more suitable than any of us to play the role of a member of the Divine Race. Also, Dingdang proved that even the true Light Divine Race isn’t much different fundamentally from Alaya, so it’s perfectly fitting for Alaya to act as the Divine Envoy. However, we needed to be cautious because, despite Angel Sister’s pure and noble appearance, her utterly off-track and dull spirit inside was a concern…

Finally, it was agreed that the most stable of the sisters along with Sicaro, who bore the typical face of a knight, would accompany Alaya. With their care, Alaya should not cause any trouble.

But having Sicaro along… honestly, if it weren’t for his knightly face’s potential advertising effect and his need to ensure the sister’s safety, I would have contemplated locking him in solitary confinement until everything was sorted…

“No worries,” Hearing my concerns, the sister revealed a gentle smile and said, “I’ve already cursed him. If he dares to continue his old profession on the Eastern Continent, for the next thousand years, every day he will face at least five thousand city management personnel chasing him down…”

“Very good, very good,” I said, wiping my cold sweat.

Next were the Dragon Clan and the Naga, two rather special Races, one a mysterious Race guarding the world since the Ancient Era, and the other cursed descendants of Ancient Elves. I couldn’t think of any way to deceive them.

The tactic we have always used is to play the Savior, but this method seemed to have little effect on these two Races. The Dragons don’t believe in Holy Light, nor in the Moon God, nor Elements—to be exact, except for the Creator Titan, they don’t hold any entity that could be called a god in high esteem. Our “Divine Envoy” identity definitely didn’t carry much weight for them.

“I and Pandora will personally go,” Sandora paused for a moment, then said, “The Dragons are a proud bunch; perhaps only absolute overwhelming power will make them obedient—although this approach doesn’t quite align with my initial intention, the current situation is special, we don’t have time to waste, and since those Dragons claim to guard the world, I believe they should be able to see the facts clearly.”

“As for the Naga Clan, this I believe is easier to resolve. Just think about how Dan Dan… ahem, Illidan managed to subdue the Naga. Great power and a distant hope of returning to land again, we can do better. In terms of power, any Leader Apostle alone has the ability to beat Illidan up. As for returning to land—studying a new Biological Engineering issue shouldn’t take up much of Bubbles’ system resources. If we can completely remove the curse from the Naga, maybe the situation will be even better. Leave the Naga Clan to Qianqian and the Twin Sisters. With their miraculous abilities of time and space combined, I bet, except for the True Gods, no one can harm them.”

“Lastly, about the Dead Souls,” Sandora continued, glancing at Anwina, who was dutifully standing behind me serving tea, “naturally, communication with the Dead Souls has to rely on our only undead partner. The task of dealing with The Forgotten will be Anwina’s, considering a certain luminary who can’t be separated from Ah Jun, so you, Ah Jun, will go with Anwina to Dark City.”

So, am I purely being bundled with Anwina for shipment because there’s nowhere else to put me?

At that moment, under Lin Xue’s schadenfreude-filled smile, I was inwardly devastated…