This situation was very strange.
From the surface and common sense, the current situation should be that we had successfully destroyed the enemy's strongest fortress ship, inflicted heavy damage to the enemy's ambush fleet, and forced the enemy's fleet to flee in a sorry state. At the same time, we had successfully captured the enemy's high-ranking commander. Then, naturally, we should have been able to pry some information out of the captured commander's mouth. Yep, alright, even if the last point was shot to death due to disharmony, at the very least, the first few points should have been under normal logical circumstances, right?
However, the actual course of events made people feel uncomfortable no matter how they thought about it …
The enemy's fortress ship had indeed crashed, but it had been sunk by their own commander's incitement. Moreover, that unlucky fortress ship that had been suffocated to death had self-destructed, destroying almost all of its escort fleet. When all of this happened, their commander actually ran away with the enemy's leader …
Honestly speaking, perhaps even the Fallen Apostles didn't think that their comrade would actually go crazy to such an extent … If they had known earlier, who would have dared to hand such an important trump card over to a lunatic who would betray them on a whim?
Come to think of it, Visca had only gone crazy after meeting us. Otherwise, I wouldn't have believed that the leader of the Fallen Apostles would be so brainless.
Right now, Visca was temporarily staying in the Sky Fortress as a prisoner of war. However, to be honest, I don't think that either of us had such a feeling.
Despite being closely monitored by several high-ranking commanders and at least a platoon of heavily armed soldiers 24/7, Visca seemed to be unaware of it. He continued to cheerfully follow behind us, asking all sorts of questions, helping his older sister cook (even Sandora didn't dare to try it), telling stories to Little Bubble (as a result, he went to sleep even earlier than Little Bubble), playing games with Bubble (it was said that he would stare blankly at his own game over from start to finish), and occasionally, he would blankly stare at the snoring Jingle. He sat there for an entire afternoon, completely without any awareness of being a prisoner of war. What was even stranger was that we didn't feel like we had captured the enemy's commander. We didn't have any thoughts of "Ah, this is an extremely dangerous and powerful enemy, we should strictly guard him." On the contrary, we turned a blind eye to Visca's actions. Even the commanders in charge of surveillance gradually relaxed the restrictions on Visca's movements under our tacit approval. I reckon that there was no stranger captive in this world, and there was no stranger guard than him …
In any case, Sandora had already installed an energy-locking device on Visca's body. Right now, the latter's strength was probably even weaker than a normal soldier's. We weren't worried that she would cause any trouble in the Sky Fortress. At least, I wasn't worried about the vigilance of the guards in the key departments.
Perhaps this was normal. After all, we knew from the start that this crazy little girl wasn't a bad person. Her enmity was only directed towards Pandora. Towards us, she truly didn't have the slightest bit of wariness. In fact, when Sandora installed the energy-locking device on her, she was still happily telling me about the interesting things she had seen while wandering the universe. She didn't even realize that we were her enemies. This even made Sandora feel a serious sense of guilt. However, we still couldn't skip the necessary formalities. No matter how much we indulged Visca, before she and Pandora completely reconciled, none of us dared to leave a mobile armory open.
Speaking of the enmity between us and Pandora, this was the biggest headache for us. Right now, the two little lolis would always quarrel with each other whenever they saw each other. As long as one wasn't paying attention, Pandora and Visca would definitely get into a scuffle. Before long, both of them would run to me with dirty clothes. Of course, when it came to complaining, it would usually be the sharp-tongued Visca who had the upper hand. The silent Pandora would often end up sulking by the side with a dark face.
This directly caused Visca to be in an especially difficult situation every time the two little fellows quarreled. After all, if she lost on one battlefield, Pandora would always have to regain her reputation on the other battlefield, right?
But even so, I knew that Pandora didn't hate this younger sister of hers who fell from the sky — — Even though the former would never admit it.
This was easy to see. Even though the damage caused by the severe overload had yet to be healed, Pandora was still not someone that Visca could deal with after installing the energy-locking device. Every time the two sisters fought, they would always be evenly matched. Without a doubt, Pandora was giving in to her younger sister. The reason why she accepted the challenge was so that Visca could have something to do before he found a new goal in life.
This was truly Pandora's way of showing concern.
Thus, watching the ordinary Visca bared his fangs and brandished his claws in a "duel" with Pandora every day gradually became something that we were used to — — Of course, this was a story for another time.
It had already been three days since the last battle.
Even though we had achieved a great victory, we had, after all, fought against a Schilling fleet that possessed an Eternal-class battleship. Every combat unit had suffered considerable damage. One of the "Frontier" motherships had even been torn apart by the enemy's spatial weapon from top to bottom. It could only be explained by our heaven-defying luck that it didn't disintegrate on the spot. That was why we needed a thorough overhaul. The enemy's situation wasn't any better than ours. According to Visca, that Eternal-class battleship was the strongest ace battleship that the Fallen Apostle possessed. In the end, she unleashed a firework attack on it. In addition to the countless small and medium-sized battleships that we had destroyed, the Fallen Apostle's side didn't have enough troops to launch a surprise attack on us. Their base was far away on another planet. Thus, they could only use the army teleportation device to replenish their troops to a very limited extent. Furthermore, Visca also brought us a great piece of news: The Fallen Apostle's Schilling mainframe had malfunctioned.
Because it had suffered irreparable damage during the battle with the Protoss, the enemy's Schilling mainframe had lost its ability to replicate itself. Thus, they were unable to establish a true outpost in this world. Unknowingly, the difference in military strength between us and the Fallen Apostle had actually gradually evened out!
Now, the Fallen Apostle's side had finally quietened down and began to reorganize their last troops on this planet. Meanwhile, we had temporarily rested in the Eastern Plaguelands that had already been occupied by the Azeroth Allied Forces. Both sides had entered the stage of recuperating and storing up energy, quietly waiting for the upcoming battle.
During this period of time, the allied forces of the various races were seizing the opportunity to clear out the stubborn Undead and Demon cannon fodder that were still resisting stubbornly at the borders. They reclaimed their lost territory and did their best to prevent the enemy from using the cannon fodder to create new problems for us. However, when the allied forces advanced into the Tirisfal region, they wisely stopped in their tracks.
Further ahead, it was no longer an area that they, as mortals, could enter. That place was filled with Fallen Apostles who were as powerful as Gods.
This was the interior of the colonized EcoSphere of the Ferality-class transport ship. After getting used to the cold deathly aura of the steel warships and having had enough of the barren stench of the Eastern Plaguelands, we all liked to sneak into this EcoSphere when we had nothing to do. We would gather by the stream for a meal, have a picnic in the small forest, or barbecue on the lawn. Who would have thought that such a thing would happen in the interior of a steel warship located in the skies above the Eastern Plaguelands?
Also, as for why the aforementioned matters were still related to 'eating' … I felt that there was no need to explain this question when Sandora was present …
Visca and Pandora had just carried out the third 'duel' of the day. Now, two angry little fellows were sitting not too far away to protest. Of course, none of us knew who they were protesting against …
Looking at the scene of two identical little lolis sitting back to back under the golden afterglow of the artificial sun, I revealed a faint smile.
I could all see the changes in Visca.
I had already guessed that this would happen from the very start.
Whatever hatred, whatever stubbornness, it was all because of one reason.
Confusion — Visca's confusion. As a clone, Visca had to kill each other due to a loophole in the program. Visca had never had a so-called goal in life. In such a situation, she was confused. She didn't know what the meaning of her birth was, so she found a meaning for herself, which was to follow the rules of the program and destroy Pandora.
Then, she decided to categorize her decision as hatred.
Actually, even she didn't know what hatred actually meant.
After coincidentally sharing her twin sister's memories through the upload port that she thought would never be able to open, Visca learned of our existence, as well as everything that Pandora had experienced. She had never had a goal in life, and only treated a laughable plan of "revenge" as her everything, so of course she became jealous. At this moment, perhaps she really did feel hatred towards Pandora, which was why she changed her goal. That was to destroy Pandora and "take back" everything that belonged to her. But in the end, this was just a naive attempt to fill up the emptiness in her heart.
Now, she was forcefully (really forcefully?) She was dragged into Pandora's circle of life, and forced (really forced?) Living together with the greatest "enemy" in her life, Visca felt a sense of security that she couldn't understand no matter how much she thought about it, but it was real. This sense of security had another name: family.
We were a family. Me, my sister, Sandora, Shallow Shallow, Pandora … All of us, we were a family.
And now, our family had gained a little sister who had a strange temper, but was never a bad child. Things were just that simple.
It had nothing to do with factions or friends. She was just a little girl who got lost when she was very young. We brought her back and helped her return to the right path. Everything was logical.
Visca would still think about "risking her life" against Pandora every day, and the two sisters would always fight whenever they saw each other. However, Visca didn't notice that the moment she saw Pandora, she had long since stopped having the thought of "killing her". Perhaps that thought had never been real in the first place? It was just a false "life goal" to numb her. Now, she wasn't lonely anymore. There were people who recognized her existence, and she even had a new name. She had an older brother who was stupid, slow, and had no great ambitions, but was very caring. She also had many older sisters (…). Not a single one of them treated her as a duplicate. Even that Pandora didn't treat her as a duplicate. She didn't even seem to mind her existence at all … But when she fought, she still called her "duplicate, duplicate". What an annoying … older sister …
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