She said it was to find something for Fox to do, but I really couldn't think of anything that she could help with. She confidently announced that she was the Goodwill Ambassador between Monster Town and the Empire. I believed that. From the perspective of a mascot, her image as an ambassador was indeed friendly enough. But other than that, what else could she do for her life … Monster life?
She had already fallen to the point of fighting with a dog in Avalon and losing!
Of course, there was another reason why the dog was named Cerberus. I don't know where Jingle saw this name from, but she felt that it was very impressive. Thus, she created a real mythical creature in her magical creature laboratory to guard her temple. I had seen that dog before. I knew that it was taller than the front of the Harmony even when it was lying down. Even if it was curled up into a ball, it was still four times the size of my Fox Fairy. Jingle designed three heads for it. Their functions were different from those in the myths on Earth, but they were still very powerful. The first head could create two types of breath, absolute zero and absolute high temperature. The second head could devour space or create any extraordinary substance that Jingle had created for it. The third head could sing 'conquer' in Sichuan dialect. I really didn't know which part of Sister Fox's brain had gone wrong to actually fight with such a monster. No matter how bad Jingle was, she was still a God. No matter how bad her results in Creation were, she still graduated with high marks in Biological Structure. Although she often created some strange species, the things that she created to guard the temple were definitely not to be underestimated. The last time she planted morning glory flowers that could sing 'Uneasy' in her garden, more than half of the temple guards fell within three days … Why am I talking about this?
I stroked Fox's messy tail and helped her tidy up her battered appearance. Speaking of which, she seemed to be enjoying it.
I could tell that the God-made creature that fought with her was actually rather … merciful. Cerberus was a temple guard that was as smart as a human. She knew that Fox wasn't an enemy that invaded the temple, so she didn't go too hard on her … Mercifully, Fox looked battered, but basically, her fur was a little messy, her clothes were a little dirty, and her pride was a little hurt. I reckoned that if Fox gave her some bones as a gift, the two canines would still be good friends. I took out the small brush that I usually used to massage Alaya's wings and hugged Fox's huge tail on my lap. I tried my best to imagine that she was a grass carp waiting to be scaled. It would be easier that way. As I stroked her fur, I enlightened her, "Tell me, why did you provoke the temple guards? The temple and Monster Town usually have a good relationship. "
The relationship between the two units was usually quite good. The temple guards, from the Einherjars to the believers, would usually run to the taverns in Monster Town and spend the night there. On the other hand, the monsters would be able to enjoy the beautiful life of twenty-five cents a bottle of holy water, buying three bottles for free. Other than the strict monks, the lives of the two groups of people were as decadent as old spies in the country's army. So, Fox definitely didn't have a conflict with the temple guards.
"That big dog ate my dinner," Fox said lazily. She comfortably swapped her tails in my hand to get the most comprehensive care. "I brought it back for my friends to eat. When I passed by the temple, I wasn't paying attention and the big dog ate it."
My hand that was holding the brush stiffened and my expression froze. I never thought that a thousand-year-old demon fox and a God-made creature would fight so fiercely because of a lunchbox. No matter who it was, I only had six words for them — — Look at how useless you are!
Fox had evolved (or degenerated) to the point where she couldn't feel the atmosphere around her. She didn't feel that there was anything wrong with her. She stretched her body on the sofa. She was as comfortable as a rich lady in the old society with a pipe in her mouth. She placed two of her tails on my lap and waited for me to brush them. Three of her tails were holding steamed buns, fried cakes, and a can of Eight Treasures Congee. The other three tails were playing poker with Xiaoxue, playing Gomoku with Liliana, and tickling herself. The last tail even swept away the remote control that was originally in my hand. Now, she was flipping through the channels and looking for Animal World on TV. At this moment, I was stunned. She was already as lively as Nezha with her bunch of tails. What if she evolved into a ten-tailed fox demon in the future? After living like a princess at home for so long, this girl finally developed a bunch of special skills. It's just that she doesn't know how to do mass projection. Otherwise, with this ability, she and Tawil would be related by at least three generations …
Xiaoxue relied on her prophetic ability and, more importantly, the advantage of a fox that didn't know how to play poker. She defeated her opponent who was doing nine things at once in three rounds. In the end, she threw the poker cards on the coffee table out of boredom and looked at the fox demon, "Sister Fox, you can't do this. No matter what, you are still working for my dad. How can you fight with the temple's watchdog and even lose?"
Hearing this, I raised my eyebrows. I never would have thought that Xiaoxue, who seemed to be the most unreliable of them all, would actually take the initiative to advise the fox. It looks like I've been too prejudiced against this kid. Who said that Xiaoxue was completely fine …
"That's why I will go with you tomorrow. Sister Fox, I will take revenge for you!" Xiaoxue patted her chest and promised. The fox immortal immediately wagged her tail happily. She was so proud that she even wrapped two of her tails around my neck and swung back and forth. I angrily glared at Xiaoxue. This brat pretended that she didn't see anything and went to bully Lin and Uncle Kenser with the poker cards.
I could only look at the fox demon in exasperation. She really didn't see anything because she finally found the channel that was showing Animal World. Although it was a video from who knows how many years ago, the fox was still very excited to see her own kind running around on the TV. Teacher Zhao Zhongxiang's magnetic voice told us the story of the Northeast Asian foxes, "Spring is here. The red foxes are ready to start a family. They get close to each other and wrap their tails around their partner's body to show their relaxation and intimacy …"
I realized that the fox tails that had almost wrapped around me suddenly retracted as if they had been electrocuted. Then, the Fox Immortal changed the channel with a solemn expression like a middle school brat who was caught by his parents watching an AV. I felt that the next program was even more unsuitable for her than an AV. A Northeastern fox rearing professional with a face full of wrinkles was introducing to a TV reporter, "This fox's entire body is a treasure. If the demand for a normal fox fur catches up with the market …"
I grabbed the fox immortal's head and said, "Calm down! You have become an immortal! "
Lord Fox Fairy wasn't as manic as I thought she would be. Her ears drooped down weakly, and she gave off a decadent vibe from the 1920s and 1930s. She slowly slid down from the sofa and ran to discuss with Xiaoxue how to take revenge on Cerberus tomorrow.
I panted heavily in the back. I deeply felt that it was a miracle that I was able to take care of all the strange creatures in my family. The complexity of my family caused me to always encounter troubles that ordinary people couldn't understand. Today's fox rearing professional was still a small matter. There were also similar things on TV that introduced Mexico's Dolls Island, low-budget movies that exorcised evil spirits and captured ghosts, cliché fantasy movies about warriors slaying dragons, and goddamn American heroes fighting against aliens. Other than Shallow shallow, our family didn't even watch sci-fi or fantasy movies anymore. When the little crow became a god, Sandora and I almost ordered troops to be stationed next to KFC all over the world. In the end, this plan wasn't carried out mainly because McDonald's took up all the space. The second reason was that the little crow didn't recognize fried chicken wings and drumsticks. She couldn't recognize cooked birds.
I was worried and depressed. I felt that life was too stressful. I pulled down my hair strand by strand. The little puppet saw this scene and wanted to help. She climbed onto my shoulder and began to pull her father's hair strand by strand.
In the end, I completely gave up and no longer considered the plan to find something for the fox immortal to do. Actually, I had already gone off topic ten minutes ago. Did anyone notice?
Thus, life went on in such a busy and messy rhythm. Sandora and I were busy, and the clowns in our family were in a mess. Every day, we had to deal with tons of official business, and we also had to find time to stop those powerful yet simple-minded immortals and monsters from destroying the world … It was actually quite fulfilling.
In the blink of an eye, three days had passed. The urgent matters that needed to be dealt with after the war had finally settled down. The two large World Gates of the Dark Forest tribe had also begun to operate. They were moving their entire tribe. This was a large-scale relocation operation because they had a large number of planetary fortresses to move over as well. The Tree Elf ambassador who was acting as their guide was stunned. That ambassador had never seen such a deranged race with the 'obsession to build spaceships' in his entire life. The reverse conversion of the Fallen Apostles was also completed. Thanks to the efficiency of the 'network mount method', it only took a few days for the hundreds of thousands of Fallen Apostles to return to their original nature. Now, according to my previous plan, Sandora was arranging these soldiers into Visca's General Guards and the Abyss Independent Regiment. Tawil was in high spirits as he dismantled the core of King's Landing. Let's not talk about this for now. Let's also not talk about the ancestor resurrection plan and Schilling's network spying plan. In short, all the projects that the mad scientist was carrying out at the same time were progressing in an orderly manner. Only the tracing of the coordinates of our homeworld had not made any progress. The engineering team had almost turned the universe that had a brief intersection with our homeworld upside down. However, the coordinates on the world barrier seemed to have been obliterated by the void. They had found nothing. For the time being, Sandora did not intend to let the engineering team return. However, I felt that the hope of finding our homeworld based on these clues was too slim.
The last thing worth paying attention to was: Halland had recovered.
Halland had been lying in the repair facility for nearly a week. The recovery of his body had already been completed the day before yesterday. For the rest of the time, he had been busy reconstructing his soul. When fighting against a Soul Snatcher, the most terrifying damage was to the soul. This part of the damage was much more difficult to repair than the physical body. Fortunately, Halland was strong. Even with his damaged soul, he was able to hold on as if nothing had happened. When I captured him, I did not expect that he was actually left with only half of his soul.
Now, the old emperor had finally recovered and was discharged from the hospital (isn't this a strange way of putting it?). Due to the etiquette of the host and the guilt of being beaten up for nothing, I had to personally welcome him. Thus, I arrived at the Shadow City early in the morning.
Halland had changed into the regular uniform of the Imperial Army. He looked more hale and hearty than he had been a few days ago. He was tall and his face was typical of a dignified man. Now that he had recovered to his peak condition and walked out of the repair facility, I wondered if he had really been lying in there like a corpse. When Halland came out, there were a few Imperial Guards accompanying him. However, when he saw me, he immediately shook off the guards behind him and walked over with a smile. This mighty uncle, even when he was smiling, he looked like an old lion.
"Looks like you have recovered well." I knocked on Halland's chest. It felt like I had hit an iron plate. Oh, I really hit an iron plate. There was a decorative coat of arms on the front of his clothes.
Halland subconsciously retreated and shrugged at me. "I have a psychological scar from punching you."
I laughed. The two of us looked at each other and smiled. He probably did not pursue the matter of me beating him up for nothing.
"This is the Shadow City?" We dismissed all the accompanying guards. Halland followed me to the assembly square of the Shadow Fortress. Looking at the spectacular scenery around us and the faintly discernible Gaia land in the sky, Halland sighed in admiration. "It reminds me of the glorious era … Tsk tsk. It looks much more comfortable here than 'over there.'"
"'Over there'?" I raised my eyebrows. "The hometown of the Fallen Apostle? I think so too. Normally, none of you would pay attention to greening and the construction of the city's image. To be honest, I really can't imagine what the city built by the Fallen Apostle would look like. It seems that after being polluted by the Abyss, the Fallen Apostle lost interest in everything else other than causing destruction everywhere. "
Halland shook her head. "You can't say that completely … But … forget it. That's basically it."
The main reason I came to look for Halland was to discuss the construction of the Abyss Independent Regiment in the later stages, as well as the matter of having him take on the role of the supreme commander of the Abyss Fleet. As mentioned before, the number of Abyss troops under the New Empire had increased exponentially. However, there was almost no new blood joining the high-ranking commanders. It was impossible for Visca and her crazy aide-de-camp to share this responsibility. So, it was extremely important for Halland to return. As long as it was possible, I hoped that the commanders of the Abyss troops would still be the former Fallen Apostle. After all, only they themselves would understand the power and fighting style of the special "Abyss Apostles."
Another important task was to understand what had happened among the Fallen Apostles half a month ago, as well as what was going on with Halland's series of abnormal military actions.
I wanted to find a good place to discuss things. Originally, I had intended to bring Halland directly to the headquarters. However, a mass-produced mainframe that walked past me made me change my mind. This small mainframe was holding a piece of cake in its hand. I instantly thought of a good place …
"Let's go. I will bring you to see someone." I pointed at the entrance of the fortress. "She is at the edge of the military zone. You will definitely be shocked."
Now that the mass-produced mainframes had changed shifts, Sylvia's only business for the day had ended. The small shop located at the corner of the military zone was shrouded in a tranquil atmosphere as usual. Halland looked at me with a puzzled expression as I brought her to this' civilian facility 'that was completely out of tune with the surrounding buildings and atmosphere. Finally, she couldn't help but ask, "How can there be this in the military zone …"
"To tell you the truth, I have already complained about this a few times," I said as I pushed open the glass door of the small shop. "Her way of thinking has always been a mystery. She probably thinks that her business will be better in the military zone."
"That's not what I meant …" Halland wanted to explain, but I waved my hand to cut him off. Accompanied by the melodious sound of wind chimes, the fragrance of pastries wafted into our nostrils. We entered the shop and saw Sylvia sitting behind the counter. She was holding a small book in her hands, engrossed in her reading. Curious, I walked forward and discovered that she was actually reading a pastry processing manual with illustrations. Each book cost three to five RMB. It was a housewife's favorite toy. She was so engrossed in reading that she didn't hear the sound of a customer entering the shop. Of course, she might have already heard it, but she hadn't reacted yet.
"Sylvia." I knocked on the counter. "I'm here to see you."
After a long time, the silver-haired girl slowly raised her head. After looking at me for a while, she revealed a pure, child-like smile. "Ah, Chen. You're here?"
Halland's eyes widened in an instant. He pointed at the silver-haired girl in front of him with a face full of disbelief. "Bei … Belavilla?! You are still alive? You were also brought here? "
Sylvia was stunned for a while before she started to look at Halland curiously. Then, she frowned slightly, as though she was checking the memory that she shared with Belavilla. After a long time, she clapped her hands happily and said slowly, one word at a time, "Oh, it's Halland. Hello, long time no see. Belavilla is sleeping."
Halland's eyes were about to pop out. He looked at the former fallen emperor in front of him who was so slow that he could be sent to the sanatorium. He gestured for a long time but didn't know what to say. At that moment, Sylvia finally realized that she should be doing business. Thus, with a silly smile, she took out a small box of pastries from the counter and pushed it in front of Halland. "Do you want to try it? I made it myself. It's a new product. It's the work of confidence … Children love it."
Halland blinked and suddenly sighed sorrowfully. He looked at me in the eyes and said, "I know that your reverse conversion ability is special and requires a 'blow' to take effect, but …"
Halland raised his arm and pointed at Sylvia who had an innocent smile on his face. "But don't you think you hit her too hard?"
I didn't react for a moment. A few seconds later, I stamped my feet and explained, "I really didn't hit her silly!"
I just wanted to give Halland a "surprise" and observe the historical meeting between the two fallen emperors to see if anything interesting would happen. However, I didn't expect that it would have such a huge impact on Halland. He felt that Sylvia must have been cleansed by the Return of the Prodigal Son punch just like him. Plus, he felt that I hit her too hard back then. Sylvia's current appearance looked like she had been hit silly …
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