Xyrin Empire-Chapter 210: Gathering Together (Part 2)

Chapter 210 -210: Gathering Together (Part 2)

When Victor regained his senses from the dazzling white light and saw the countless tall soldiers with strange weapons around him, he instinctively went into combat mode, but the next moment, he quickly relaxed and also signaled his followers behind him to quickly put away their weapons.

Because he saw the beautiful and holy Miss Angel watching him with a beaming smile not far away.

In fact, Alaya was just following my command, facing the transporter’s exit and showing her signature silly smile nonstop—until now, Angel Sister is still wondering why Lord Brother would make her smile at a transporter?

This idiot never understood that her task was not to smile at the transporter, but to smile at people…

Seeing the angel in front of him, and then looking around at the huge warriors (Raider Mechs) that dazzled him and the majestic tower emitting a faint golden Holy Light not far in front of him that he had just seen from afar, Victor immediately realized: He had arrived on Divine Island!

So, that burst of white light was the transport glow of Divine Island? Indeed, it’s the power of God; this kind of transport magic is so much more powerful than a Great Mage’s group transport, not only able to directly transport a target so far from the spellcaster, but even during this transportation process, not a bit of energy fluctuation was emitted—truly an inconceivable power.

He didn’t know that this kind of transport technology, which in his view completely overturned conventional magic theory, was actually as simple as eating and drinking to the Space Twins Asida and Asidora.

Victor observed the surrounding environment, but the more he looked, the more astonished he became. What particularly amazed him were the “Divine Race Warriors” in line not far away, dressed in streamlined black war armor and wielding giant weapons. As a Holy Knight who has led troops in battle for many years, Victor believed he had seen soldiers of every level in this world—from the most incompetent greenhorns who could cry at the sound of drums, to the sturdy warriors who remain unflinching against the encirclement of thousands of Dead Souls, from the militia squads that disappear when marching in step, to the royal Guards that move in unison by tens of thousands. He really had seen all sorts of warriors, but these black-armored Divine Race Warriors… they were astonishing!

Completely still, truly motionless, the thousands of warriors in sight stood like frozen statues in silence, conveying an illusion that “they have been standing in this pose for tens of thousands of years and will continue to be petrified for tens of thousands of years to come.” This silence went beyond the limits of human soldiers, because at least, human soldiers breathe, right? They blink, right? But not even Victor’s exceptional observational skills could detect the opponents’ breathing, let alone blinking. Good Lord, wouldn’t they suffocate? They must take a breath occasionally… ahem, skip this part…

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Besides that, Victor also discovered that he seemed unable to sense the existence of the others at all. For a strong person, perceiving the presence of living people around them is quite a simple thing; they can even determine the position of others based solely on intuition. However, Victor found that if he closed his eyes, these thousands of soldiers would definitely disappear from his perception. In fact, even with a mere ant, as long as Victor concentrated, he could locate the position of that ant. This meant that these Divine Race warriors had even concealed their presence to the point of being almost like inanimate objects! This was simply impossible, even an idiot knows that as long as your heart is beating, you cannot truly make your presence completely disappear. At best, top-level Stalkers try to blend themselves as much as possible with their surroundings. Turning into an inanimate object is just a fantasy in the wide dreams of many Thief colleagues…

If I knew what Victor is marveling at now, I would proudly say: Xyrin Soldiers in standby mode really save energy and reduce emissions!

That’s right, standby mode. In this state, a Xyrin Soldier is essentially just a chunk of electrified scrap metal. How can you expect a piece of iron to carry an atmosphere? From this perspective, the Xyrin Warriors are indeed best suited for… ambush guerrilla tactics!

Seeing the human Envoy slightly dazzled by the surrounding environment, Sivis, who was responsible for the reception, took the initiative to walk up and start the same pleasantries that were indistinguishable from those of Lin Xue just before, of course, for these purely idle exercises in salivary gland efficiency I still keep my respectful distance…

When the human and Dragon Clan representatives met each other, the Naga Clan’s Envoy also entered Divine Island’s transport range.

What appeared before me was a group of braised fish…

Isn’t this the Mermaid? Who said Naga were a bunch of half-human, half-sea serpent monsters? You guys dare believe the word of Blizzard’s art department?

Right, Mermaids. What appeared before me were indeed a group of creatures with the upper body in human form and a fish’s tail below. The only difference from the legendary mermaids was that their ears were pointed, like those of Elves. This image was a far cry from the ugly sea monsters seen in games; I must admit, after experiencing countless inconsistencies between the real Azeroth and the game’s Azeroth, this was the only “plot twist” that genuinely satisfied me.

Surrounded by a dozen or so Naga, a purple-haired young girl appeared to be the leader of the delegation. Therefore, my gaze naturally focused on her. She was a quite beautiful girl, even comparable to the likes of Sandora and Alaya—known for causing trouble. She had waist-long, pale purple hair and wore a tiny seashell as an adornment on her head. She had inherited the slender and lovely features of the Elf race. For her attire, she wore a green sleeveless shawl seemingly woven from some type of aquatic plant, and for her lower body…

Well, it was a fish tail, though there were a few decorative pearls and such— I was curious how those were affixed to her scales. Could it be glue?

“Pretty, isn’t she?” Qianqian and Sandora gently asked from behind me.

I got a jolt through my body and quickly shifted my gaze away from her, then calmly said, “What if I nod?”

“You get steamed, she gets braised.”

Me: “…”

Honestly, I really didn’t have a single improper thought just then—I swear to heaven!

Like the other envoys who had just arrived at this Floating Island, the Naga Clan’s delegation seemed somewhat amazed by the novel surroundings. I guessed their curiosity surpassed that of the other delegations because the Naga had always lived deep within the Endless Sea. Not to mention an island suspended in the sky; even a tree on land could probably amaze these poor kids for a good half day.

Contrary to my expectations, they only marveled for less than three seconds before snapping back to reality. Then they suddenly spotted us—or more precisely, they saw Qianqian standing next to me. One by one, they neatly… hopped over to us…

555… My mermaid dreams, my dreams of a Mermaid Princess… This walking image really isn’t as graceful as that of a sea serpent…

Beside me, Qianqian, my sister, and Lin Xue, who had just been chatting with the Dragon Clan, were also sweating profusely. Truth be told, a second ago, none of us had anticipated that the characters of fairytales—the Mermaid Clan—would walk on land in such an awkward manner. This fully proved that, when subjected to scrutiny, any beautiful fairytale would turn into a dialectic of nonsense and counter-nonsense. The Naga, in this condition, on land—what combat ability could they possess? Perhaps some blind person who doesn’t even know where the cat is has never even considered the combat capabilities of such land-inept beings.

This also proved the great disparity between the real world and information projection, as well as confirming that the real world is truly the rational one: How could a species that had evolved in the sea for hundreds of thousands of years be so powerful on land all of a sudden?!

Of course, future events proved that the land combat ability of the Naga was not as frail as I had imagined—but that’s a story for later.

Although the few of us were sweating profusely at the Naga’s divine way of walking, the others seemed quite indifferent. As Xyrin Apostles, Sandora and her kind had no preconceptions of the Mermaid Clan in their minds, so they didn’t express much. Similarly, the original inhabitants of Azeroth showed only mild curiosity about this strange Naga race—after all, this must have been the first time the Naga publicly appeared before an audience. As far as they were concerned, the hopping movement of the Naga was just a rare racial trait, so they definitely wouldn’t engage in rudely gawping. Besides, most around here were people of the world, who naturally wouldn’t act inappropriately in such situations. So, despite their curiosity, they just took a brief look and then offered a polite smile.

In short, the thousands of people here were all calm and polite…

Of course, among these thousands of composed individuals, there were exceptions. This didn’t include a Little Loli who had sneakily run out from her room at some unknown time and was now gleefully chasing butterflies across the square and a Slap Goddess who was mistaken for a butterfly, panicking and screaming for help while dashing wildly through the air…

Could somebody help me lock these two troublemakers in a room, please?!