Xyrin Empire-Chapter 267 - Plan

Chapter 267: Chapter 267 Plan

Chapter 267: Chapter 267 Plan

Western Plague Land.

At least it once was the Western Plague Land.

Three days ago, a colossal air fortress crashed upon this rotten wasteland and completely altered everything here.

The high-temperature blast wave generated by the explosion effortlessly flattened all hills and highlands of the Western Plague, covering the whole land with a layer of black glass hundreds of meters thick. Countless high-level undead and Assembled Demons, which were supposed to serve as the second wave of defense forces for the Fallen Apostles, were wiped out by the sweeping impact and lethal heat before they could react. The passing high temperature not only melted the earth but also created a cover of rock steam that engulfed half of the Western Plague, causing instantaneous death to any life within it, transforming the silent land into a genuine Life Forbidden Zone. In the middle of this land, centered on the crash site of the Eternal Fortress Ship, one-third of the Western Plague Land transformed into a massive magma lake. The once terrifyingly large warship now lay diagonally embedded in the magma, still triggering small-scale explosions, from a distance resembling a burning charcoal still sparking after being scorched. Inside it, the uncontrollable Energy Furnace continued to radiate vast amounts of Ghost Energy, which, under the influence of high temperature and strong magnetic fields, caused chain reactions that kept the millions of square kilometers of the magma lake from cooling off.

The sky was pitch black, but that wasn’t due to nightfall: the massive amount of dust thrown up blocked out the sunlight, and the dust which had reached the outer atmosphere would hardly fall back to the ground in the coming months. At least for half a year, the Western Plague and its surrounding areas would likely face a long and cold winter night. Even more troubling was that the dust cloud, following the atmospheric circulation, was spreading all around. If it continued this way, the ecological system of the entire Eastern Continent might soon collapse because of this disaster—much like a nuclear winter.

Of course, the situation hadn’t reached that extreme yet. The laws of Azeroth slightly differed from those of Earth, and its atmospheric movement didn’t seem to follow the conventional aerodynamics or any other atmospheric circulation known to Earthlings. Three days later, the spreading of the dust had significantly slowed down, and although the reason was unknown, it at least saved countless lives in the Eastern Continent.

As for the Western Plague Land, about to face the bitter winter nights—well, this place hardly had an ecosystem to begin with, and after the impact of the Eternal Fortress Ship’s explosion, probably not even single-cell organisms had survived. So let’s let spring take its time arriving here.

A vast airship fleet silently moved through the pitch-black “night sky,” and a few weak lights made these gargantuan war machines appear ghostly and sinister as they cut through the darkness. Beneath the fleet lay the land already turned to wasteland, with several small yet still hot magma lakes dotting the blackened glassy surface like sparks igniting a black velvet carpet, exuding a dangerous aura in the gloomy ambiance. Further away, beyond the horizon, a red glow brightened the sky as if a red sun was about to burst forth from there—that was the crash site of the Eternal Fortress Ship, now a vast magma lake spanning millions of square kilometers.

“Who would’ve thought that the explosion of that thing would be so outrageously powerful,” I said with a tone of amazement as I stood in the Command Tower of the Air Fortress, looking down at the land that seemed post-apocalyptic.

Sandora stood beside me, the corners of her mouth bearing a barely perceptible curve. The beautiful sea-blue irises of her eyes reflected the far-off expanse of scorching magma that was gradually coming into view over the horizon. She reached out as if to grasp something, then clenched her hand firmly and said, “Soon, those corrupt creatures will also become the same wreckage and ashes.”

“Is your war weariness over?” I playfully remarked with a smile, looking at the beautiful girl beside me who was brimming with boundless confidence, playfully taking a jab at her.

As expected, the noble and confident Battle Song Princess immediately wilted, making a feeble attempt to punch me with her little fists that lacked any real force, then put her hands over her heart and said in a mock saintly tone, “We want peace, to make this world a better place…”

Those words, coming from someone who just yesterday was eagerly devising a lightning strike plan on Tirisfal with Pandora, really had no convincing power.

“Brother! Brother!” came the clear voice from behind me. Without needing to look, I knew who would call me in such a way—it was my almost heaven-sent step-sister, Visca.

Turning around, and sure enough, there she was, wearing a large Black Cloak, her hair in a complete mess like a bird’s nest, and herself covered in dust and dirt, Visca was scampering our way.

First things first, let’s mentally complain for about three minutes about her Black Cloak, which has nearly become as iconic as Sicaro’s black suit.

“Did you get into another fight with Big Sister Pandora?” I asked as I dusted her off, a little vexed. She nodded emphatically, delighted, “Yes!”

Not denying the “Big Sister” part of my statement was a pleasing change, but still…

Are you kidding me? This is just an excuse for you to come and act coquettishly with me instead of reflecting on your actions! What are you doing here grinning at me like you want a medal; shouldn’t you be thinking about what you’ve done? And how long do you plan on wearing that cloak of yours? Did you install a factory for Black Cloaks in your Personal Space or what!

Ah, I accidentally used up two points of criticism at once.

After three days of interaction, Visca had already integrated herself into our midst so naturally that even I, who had been somewhat prepared, could not adjust to it at all. No, it wasn’t just integration. This mentally deviant individual had, from the moment she shared Pandora’s memories, considered herself one of us, and had even brazenly assumed the position of a sister to me. As a result, she was never able to grasp that she was in fact a war prisoner and could not comprehend why there were always so many Xyrin Officers following her around—this situation could only be explained by cognitive delusions and psychological defects.

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Fortunately, from the very beginning, we never truly considered this poor girl an enemy. After a few days of observation and Lin Xue’s confirmation of no ill-intent through her Nth sense, we tacitly permitted Visca to wander around the fortress—a decision that left quite a few Commanders responsible for base security feeling a huge burden and finding it incomprehensible.

Of course, whenever this little troublemaker came to me to complain, all beaten up and thrilled about her duel with Pandora, I still felt that perhaps she ought to be locked up with a chain…

“Visca, to the best of your knowledge, when will those guys have the World Loop completed?” I finally managed to tidy up the little girl’s hair, which had become a total mess from the fight with her sister, when Sandora suddenly spoke.

“In about three or four days, I guess…” Visca’s blood-red vertical pupils narrowed slightly as if she thought of something very amusing, “The last time that idiotic Demon messed up and broke an extremely important component and lost the data we’d finally collected, so the activation of the World Loop has been delayed… Haha, big brother, do you want me to help you blow that place up?! I know where its weakest spot is!”

Blow it up, my arse! What could you, who can’t even beat Little Baobao, possibly use to blow it up?! Have you forgotten that you are but a common person now?!

Without hesitation, I grasped Visca’s soft little cheeks and started rubbing them at a frequency of 50Hz. The latter’s face transformed into various comical shapes and she let out a small protest, “If the locking device is removed… I’m very powerful! I’m definitely better than Pandora!”

“No!” I immediately voiced my opposition, “Your self-repair is not yet complete, and don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to.”

Initially, an Energy Locking Device was installed inside Visca’s body by Sandora to prevent her from wreaking havoc within the fortress. But now, even though we had confirmed that Visca meant no harm, we still hadn’t removed the device. The reason was to protect her—this reckless girl was so keen on proving her superiority over Pandora, and her innate violent tendencies were no less than her sister’s. Combined with her sometimes lucid, sometimes mad personality, I dared not remove the energy lock on her. Otherwise, even if it meant burning herself to ashes, Visca would still drag her severely damaged body onto the battlefield.

Don’t be fooled by Visca’s current compliant and endearing appearance; her stubbornness had not disappeared at all. Now, it was merely that she happened to have a moment of rationality. When it came to competing with Pandora, Visca was terrifyingly stubborn. Therefore, until her body had fully recovered, I definitely wouldn’t dare remove that set of locking devices.

These awkward sisters… I have no idea how to deal with them properly, but I hope that Sandora’s “Big Sister Halo” that suppresses all disobedient children could produce some unexpectedly positive effects… theoretically…

“However, Visca’s idea does have some merit…”

After finally persuading Visca to leave with a mixture of coaxing and cajoling, Sandora suddenly made this comment.

“No way, you’re not seriously considering letting her do something that crazy, are you?”

Sandora shook her head: “Of course not, I’m not mad… But have you ever thought, at such a critical moment, how strong would the defenses they have set up in the Tirisfal Region be?”

I indicate having no concept of it.

“Alright, you’ve defeated me…” Sandora said with a completely resigned expression, then plainly stated, “Right now, the Fallen Apostles’ forces in the world of Azeroth have all been concentrated in that tiny area, including about five hundred thousand Elite Level Xyrin Soldiers and tens of millions of various Level Dead Souls as well as Assembled Demons. According to what Visca has said, within three days, they can activate the Legion Transmitter six times. Even though the transmitter is significantly less efficient due to damage, a conservative estimate is that with each activation, they can transport at least fifty thousand Xyrin Soldiers. This way, they will have gained an additional three hundred thousand in high-level combat power. However, these forces aren’t the difficult ones to deal with; the real obstacle for us is the anti-air firepower and other defense facilities they have built across the entire Tirisfal Region. It’s like an almost a thousand-kilometer shell has formed with Dark City at the center. Although our sky-dominating forces are not weaker than the enemy’s, defending is always much easier than attacking, especially since the enemy knows how to defend against the Xyrin Army by heart. For our fleet to breach their defenses within three days… honestly, it’s going to be difficult.

But, if we take Visca’s suggestion and detonate the World Loop from inside… that energy would definitely not be weaker than the explosion of an Eternal Fortress Ship; at the very least, it would obliterate the Fallen Apostles in Azeroth, and if we’re lucky, we may even be able to use the special properties of the World Loop to wipe out the Fallen Apostles’ main base on the other end…”

“A nice idea,” I said as I ruffled Sandora’s head full of golden hair, adding a noogie that conveyed my skepticism given her frustrated look, “but there’s one thing: to detonate it from inside, we’d at least have to figure out a way to breach their solid defenses, right? What do you think the feasibility of this plan is?”