Xyrin Empire-Chapter 244 - Prison

Chapter 244: Chapter 244 Prison

Chapter 244 -244 Prison

Including the time spent on system debugging, the new base was fully deployed in just thirty minutes, and I really can’t think of any army capable of achieving this feat.

You see, this wasn’t just a few tents set up for a small squad to take a break, but rather a fortress-style base containing several arsenals, over a dozen energy reactors, large standard living quarters, and various types of radars, watchtowers, anti-aircraft guns, and laser cannon towers. Even considering this place as a militarized town wouldn’t be an overstatement, and this vast and complex group of buildings was constructed within thirty minutes.

According to Sandora, if needed, these already arranged factories and barracks could even transform back into their original mother ship form within ten minutes, thereby enabling rapid relocation of the entire base. With such formidable military technology, the Xyrin civilization surely lives up to its reputation as the strongest war civilization among All Realms.

When the base’s deployment was completed, envoys from various races were still in a daze, unable to recover their senses for a long time. The events happening before their eyes had completely exceeded their imagination. The scene was even more bizarre than the stories from mythical legends—a gargantuan steel city was built out of nowhere within minutes, as if thousands of years of human civilization had been condensed into those few moments right before their eyes. It was truly awe-inspiring.

A word crossed everyone’s minds: Miracle.

Only a miracle could describe such a spectacle.

And this day, the scene witnessed by these envoys from various races eventually became part of mythology. In the future myths of Azeroth, the tale of “the glorious Heavenly God’s city rising before mortal eyes instantaneously, driven by Divine Power” was recited with relish by every intelligent being of Azeroth. Compared to ancient myths that even Elves couldn’t verify the authenticity of, this legend was convincing and celebrated by every race because it was the only miracle that occurred before the eyes of numerous mortal race envoys…

“You guys would definitely make a fortune in real estate,” Lin Xue said to me with a serious expression after everyone had finally come back to their senses.

…Don’t you think this is just as wasteful as buying Rolls-Royces, then melting down the chassis to resell as scrap metal?

I rolled my eyes at her, conveying the above message.

Lin Xue, as always, responded to my challenge with a sharp roll of her eyes: At least it’s more visionary than your plan to convert a Faith-class into an apartment building.

My sister caught our eye-message exchange and immediately shook her head with a sigh: Your ambitions really aren’t much to brag about.

Qianqian, observing the usual interactions between me and Lin Xue, and my sister’s resigned expression, showed a face full of confusion: How do you manage to have such complex conversations with just a look?

Lin Xue and I responded simultaneously through our glances: For the plot!

“Enough, you don’t pad word counts like that…” Finally, Qianqian couldn’t stand our content-rich eye communication anymore and muttered softly, then loudly suggested, “Let’s go down and have a look around!”

This suggestion immediately received unanimous approval from all of us.

Once we reached the ground, I realized that the place where the Floating Fortress had landed was actually a large sunken pit. Under the influence of nanomachines, the entire valley floor was now completely covered with a metal substance, which extended to the edges of the original fortress, perfectly aligning with the fortress’s initial plaza. I had no idea what metal this steel-like substance was, but it now seemed to have grown completely integrated with the fortress, merging the entire fortress and surrounding ground into one indistinguishable whole, except for the still towering Command Tower and surrounding distinctively featured buildings that proved this place was once the “Divine Island.” We could no longer discern where the original boundaries of the Floating Fortress lay.

The envoys from various races obtained our consent and began freely familiarizing themselves with the base environment, guided by their own navigators. Meanwhile, soldiers from various races who had originally embarked on different mother ships now marched out of their barracks in formation. The unbelievable miracle they witnessed had also left these well-trained warriors in a state of confusion, with some minor upheavals occurring among a small group of soldiers. Gasps of amazement and murmurs continuously arose around us. Gradually, small squads of soldiers, cautiously and meticulously, started walking around the base under the leadership of their commanders. Watching them tread as if country farmers were suddenly taken on a palace tour, well, considering their circumstances, it wasn’t much different; for as mortals touring a city of God, it’s no wonder they felt out of place.

“Even though in reality we are merely more powerful mortals…”

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“There’s a saying, isn’t there, that any technology, when developed to its limits, will appear as magic and mythology to the ordinary person. To the natives of Azeroth, the Xyrin Empire truly must seem like a realm of the gods.”

“As for Dingdang’s homeland, the true Divine Realm, it’s still far beyond what current Azerothians can comprehend—an entirely non-material world made purely of energy and laws is just beyond my imagination…”

“Walking on the hard, smooth alloy ground, I couldn’t imagine that just a few minutes earlier this place had been barren land covered with rubble and weeds. The expansion speed of the Imperial Army can really only be described as a plague. Without the constraint of rationality, it could rival, if not surpass, the speed of a real Undead Catastrophe—after all, even an incredibly fast-spreading calamity like the Undead Catastrophe would need to build its bases brick by brick, and can’t magically erect buildings just by having a cloaked figure stand inside a green circle and summon crazily. But the Imperial Army… give me one mainframe, and I’ll give you a base; give me a fleet of mother ships, and I’ll give you a territory. How can it not be described as a violation of the rules?”

As I passed a domed building whose purpose I couldn’t guess, I saw Pandora leading Sivis on some inspection, so I walked toward them. Sensing my approach, the latter immediately jogged over to us.

“This is indeed a surprise, well done!” I complimented, pinching Pandora’s soft little face then proceeded to rub her head. At first, she was a bit embarrassed, but within almost two seconds she surrendered and squinted her eyes in a look of enjoyment.

“It looks like Pandora has finally been trained successfully by you,” came a rather chill comment from a nearby trouble-causing aggregation.

“Yes… cough… can’t you stop trying to stir up trouble and spoil our sibling moment?”

Lin Xue immediately squatted on the ground, pretending to study the principle behind the ground signal lights.

That’s such a foolish way to divert attention. Are you saying my mortal-level intelligence can be distracted by such stupid means?

“By the way, what is this building for?”

I shook my head, then disregarded Lin Xue, who was squatting beside me like a piece of non-flammable trash someone had randomly tossed aside, and turned to look at the curious dome-shaped building. None of the Xyrin factories or energy furnaces I can remember had this look, and considering the unusually high number of surveillance probes and floating cannons around, I couldn’t think of anywhere but an arsenal or an energy furnace that would require such heavy security.

“Prison,” Pandora said succinctly, squinting her eyes and rubbing against me like a little cat while providing a stark, blunt answer.

“Prison?” I was stunned. A prison in a Xyrin base? This was new to me. Did Xyrin Apostles need such a thing?

“It’s a spatial cage specifically prepared for some extremely cunning and dangerous prisoners,” Sandora explained, “Xyrin Apostles, who are fully commanded by the highest authority, don’t need such a thing. But we do capture some prisoners of war, right? So, this came into existence. The one imprisoned here now is Valimas.”

Valimas? The muscle guy I beat up until he was half-dead and then got tragically captured in an ambush by Alaya while continuously proclaiming that the Divine Race was treacherous and low, and demons straightforward and honorable?

My interest was piqued, wondering what that unlucky fellow had turned into under Pandora’s custody.