Sosuke Sagara walked out with his head hung low. He would receive his tools in three hours to prepare to polish, wax, and change the filters of three Empire battleships that were a few kilometers long. I believed that this job would keep him occupied for the rest of his life — that is, if we couldn't find the coordinates of the [Fullmetal Tide] world.
Of course, I still sent him a helper. It was a fully-functional spaceship maintenance robot that Little Bubble created while she was doing her homework. Although she was still a distance away from becoming a qualified mothership, the robot she created was really good. Under the influence of Bubble's violent genes, the maintenance robot created by Little Bubble carried a full set of heavy soldier equipment, including a laser cannon, a particle gun, a resonance generator, and a photon cannon. It could be said that this robot could do anything on the battlefield except for maintaining the spaceship …
Obviously, the robot that was sent to 'help' wasn't responsible for polishing the spaceship. It was used to watch over Sosuke Sagara. I was a little worried about letting such a bomb maniac get close to my precious spaceship …
"Okay, Sosuke Sagara has been punished. If we can't find his hometown, he will be facing …"
"Life of hard labor," Beodar said stiffly. "Justice, Yama."
The most tiring part of talking to a Spartan was that you had to make up a grammatical sentence from their concise and comprehensive vocabulary. Although soldiers should be concise and clear in their speech, would you get pregnant if you said one more word?
Ugh, I was being too harsh.
"Now, let's talk about your problem." I focused my headache on Beodar's biceps. When I was talking to Sosuke Sagara, I was also exchanging information with my elder sister. According to her observation, this Spartan warrior could cause no less trouble than Sergeant Xiang Liang. "Why aren't you in the barracks that you were assigned to? Why don't you use the clothes and daily necessities we provided? More importantly … why don't you take a bath? "
I was starting to suspect that Sosuke Sagara didn't simply plant the landmines as a 'warning'. Could it be that he was angry because he was living next to these Spartans and wanted to take revenge?
"Spartans don't need those!"
Beodar answered my question in eight words.
In other words, a true Spartan warrior would not come into contact with anything that could make them vulnerable, right? Including comfortable barracks, beautiful clothes, hot baths, shampoo, pirated CDs of virtuous female artists, and a stereo. You don't want any of these things, do you?
But you can't sleep on the floor in front of the barracks every day, set up a bonfire in the open on the street, insist on roasting the food until it's eighty percent burnt, and more importantly, you still haven't washed off the bloodstains on your body!
When I brought up these objective facts and asked if there was a Spartan custom of 'never bathing', Beodar finally said a long sentence. "The battle is still going on! Before victory, you must not wash away the bloodstains! "
Hiss — My teeth hurt.
The battle is still going on? In other words, these muscular idiots firmly believed that this mystical and strange place was the Netherworld, and that after their "death", there was still a fierce battle going on on the battlefield, waiting for them to revive and win the battle. So, before I "revived" these Spartans, they would forever believe that their battle was still going on, and they would forever live according to the standards of the battlefield until they returned to the battlefield and became a pile of rotten meat in history?
I can't afford to hurt Spartans!
But thinking about it, it seems that the Shiring Apostles around me are also like this, perhaps even more serious than the Spartans … Back then, Sandora led her personal guards to fight for tens of thousands of years, and the Schilling soldier who mistakenly entered Earth was still looking for a way to return to the battlefield until the extinction of human civilization last season. I am completely sure that if I give the two Empire soldiers standing guard outside the door a mission that would take a million years to complete, they will not hesitate to execute it, even if the entire universe is destroyed and only the two of them are left.
This kind of soldier, although unreasonable, is worthy of respect — if they can take a bath.
"When can we return to the battlefield?"
Beodar has always taken the initiative to bring up this topic to me. Just like how I can't understand Pandora's fanaticism for raising the flag of the Imperial Army all over the world, I also can't understand his eagerness to die on the battlefield. They are going to die. From the conversation, I already knew that this may be the last battle of the city of Sparta. The soldiers led by Beodar are almost all of the remaining elite troops of the Spartans, and they are all of them. But he knows that he will only die a 'second time' if he returns, why can't he just enjoy a few days in the City of Shadows?
However, these words can only be cursed in my mind, but I absolutely cannot say it out loud.
Looking at the expression on Beodar's face, I know that if I persuade him to enjoy a comfortable life in the 'underworld', even if he respectfully calls me 'Hades' a second ago, the next second, he will regard me as a tempting and depraved demon and charge at me.
"Be a little more patient," I comforted him with a headache. "You should have noticed that the 'underworld' population has suddenly increased by a lot recently. I estimate that the entire city of Sparta didn't have this many people."
"As soon as possible."
Beodar nodded and said these two words before getting up and walking out of the door.
Well, he's even more arrogant than me.
But this Iron Underpants classmate, that door … opens inwards.
After sending off the Spartan commander who has temporarily settled down, my headache didn't lessen by much.
Compared to the total number of Transmigrators who have turned the entire City of Shadows into a vegetable market, the friction between Sparta and Sosuke Sagara was just a small interlude. In fact, as the number of Transmigrators increased in the past few days, the cultural differences and conflicts of worldviews between them became more and more serious. Due to various reasons, small conflicts have never stopped. To give a simple example, yesterday afternoon, three Jedi almost fought with the guys from the Blood Crow Army. The reason was because the Jedi said that the Emperor in the eyes of the Blood Crow Army was trash. In the end, if it wasn't for Piccolo and Iori Yagami defeating both sides, the consequences … Ugh, it's already unimaginable.
Those guys are still lying in the medical center.
These Transmigrators aren't like the Empire's vassal army like the Salvation Army, who can eliminate racial barriers and get along harmoniously. Using Lin Xue's words, the current City of Shadows is a bunch of hooligans who contend against each other. Almost everyone has a completely different worldview from others. During the Spring and Autumn Warring States Period, the descendants of the Hundred Schools of Philosophers would often fight on the streets. Not to mention, there are more than two hundred people in the City of Shadows who can use Qi. Although these otherworldly beings are still rather peaceful under the strict supervision of the Empire's soldiers, I'm really worried that they will start a renaissance movement — the hooligan version.
"What a headache …"
Walking out of the neighborhood committee office, I felt a headache coming on as I looked at the seemingly peaceful Transmigrator residential area in the distance.
The moment I turned around, a tall figure passed by in front of me.
"Hmm? Chestnut of Poison Island? "
I couldn't help but call out after recognizing the other party in an instant. The girl in front of me subconsciously assumed a nervous posture. Only when she saw that it was me did she relax. Then, a surprised expression appeared on her face.
"Ah, it's … His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire?"
After exclaiming in surprise, the girl in front of me, who always had the aura of a noble lady, revealed an uneasy expression. It seemed like she wanted to bow but didn't know what kind of etiquette to do. It was obvious that she was a little too nervous after suddenly meeting me, the theoretically unreachable 'Emperor of the Empire'.
"Relax, relax," I casually waved my hand at the other party. "Speaking of which, do you guys live nearby? Why aren't you at the residential area in front? It's not easy to find a lively place in the City of Shadows. "
"It's better to be more secluded," Chestnut of Poison Island tilted her head slightly and said softly, "I'm not used to being with a crowd anymore. Also, I keep thinking that they will suddenly become … Sorry, I …"
"It's okay," I smiled in understanding. "I know a little about what you guys have been through. It's normal to have such side effects, but if you are unable to return to a normal life, you will never be able to escape from the nightmare … Hmm? Why are you looking at me? "
A trace of awkwardness flashed across Poison Island's face. She waved her hand anxiously, "It's nothing, I just didn't expect you to be so approachable …"
I was speechless.
"Previously, I heard the officer named Xi Wei and many soldiers of the Empire mention His Majesty the Emperor. Their fanatical belligerence and their evaluation of you made me feel that the Emperor of the Empire should be a very high and mighty person. However, I didn't expect him to be so kind."
I was speechless, "… How did Xi Wei and those soldiers describe me?"
"The strongest Emperor, the Destroyer of the Abyss, the Supreme Emperor, and so on …"
If Lin Xue were to hear the above three sentences, she would have a topic to talk about for the next half a month.
"Don't listen to their nonsense," I scratched my face awkwardly as I felt my old face heating up. "Speaking of which, are you guys used to living here? Those Empire soldiers are quite violent. I heard that 80% of the people here were knocked unconscious by them before being brought back. "
"No, no. Although they look fierce, they are all very reliable soldiers," Poison Island Chestnut said. Then, she revealed a hesitant expression, "It's just that I want to know … This time, there are many people from another world coming to your territory … For such an incident, are you just going to set up a shelter and let it go?"
"Of course not," I shook my head, "A large influx of Transmigrators will lead to serious consequences …"
At that moment, I told Poison Island about the so-called parallel world, the other world, the balance of the world and other messy things that I didn't really understand. Since I was already feeling vexed, I just treated it as an opportunity to vent my frustrations.
"In summary, the world is an intricate and fragile registry system. Every element has its own place in it. A large number of foreign objects from another world is like a poison to our world system. Now that the World Tree, which is the source of this world, has been contaminated, the only way to solve the contamination is to send the contaminants back to where they came from."
"In other words," a low and trembling voice sounded beside me, "Very soon, you will send the people here back to their original world … Is that right?"
"Ah, something like that. In fact, a small batch of Transmigrators was sent back yesterday afternoon," I recalled the first batch of Transmigrators who were sent back. That impolite lass still knew to politely bid farewell to me before she left. Although she extorted enough pineapple buns from me to feed a Sandora, it wasn't easy to become friends with Shana. "As long as we locate the coordinates of their original world, we will send the Transmigrators back … Eh? What are you … "
I was shocked by what I saw when I turned around. The usually gentle and calm Poison Island Chestnut actually had such a fearful and pleading expression on her face as she stared straight at me, giving me a huge shock.
"Really … Do we really have to go back? Is there no other way to not use it … "
In an instant, I understood what she meant.
Are we really going to send them back to the world of the "Academy's Silent Revelation"? Would that be any different from murder?
Most of the Transmigrators were currently waiting for the opportunity to return home. They were filled with uneasiness and vigilance towards this strange world, but Poison Island Chestnut was definitely not one of them. They definitely wouldn't be willing to return to their hellish homeland!
But, for them to stay … I still had to discuss it with Jingle.
"Follow me." I didn't directly respond to Poison Island's pleading expression. Instead, I waved at her before walking in a certain direction. "It's not too far ahead."
After a few minutes of hurried walking, I led the confused Poison Island Chestnut to the isolation light fence of the residential area. This was where the Transmigrators stopped. Fully armed Empire soldiers and sentinel cannons that were ten meters apart prevented any Transmigrator from approaching.
"Huff … Huff …"
Even though I had intentionally slowed down my pace, the jogging still made Poison Island slightly out of breath. She looked at the light fence in front of her and held onto her knees as she asked, "This … This is …"
"The Armored Squadron and sentinel cannons that you usually see are just civilian installations." I waved my hand to open the energy light fence. "In front of us is the true restricted military zone of the Empire."
After passing through the light grating, an unprecedentedly large empty space appeared in front of us. The empty space was densely covered in mysterious glowing runes. Some kind of ancient and tremendous pressure permeated the air, causing Poison Island to hold his breath.
"In order to prevent any trouble, there is a layer of spatial camouflage here." I pulled Poison Island to stand on the two circular runes. "Now, we should discuss it with the God of this world."
"Ah!"
As expected, when the gigantic tree that was so huge that it covered the entire sky and its trunk alone was like a thousand-foot-tall cliff appeared in front of them, Poison Island let out an ear-piercing exclamation.
"Hey! Don't you know that you are not allowed to make a ruckus or take photos within five hundred meters of the God's house? "I scratched my ear that was irritated by Poison Island and narrowed my eyes." Also, if you see a wild God, you are strictly forbidden from feeding it. "
"What … What is this?!"
Poison Island's face was filled with shock. She covered her mouth and tried her best to raise her head to see if the 'tree' actually had a top. However, all she could see was an enormous tree trunk that extended beyond the limits of her vision. The dark brown tree trunk was at least ten kilometers tall. When it disappeared into the sea of green, it was already beyond the range of a normal person's vision.
Standing under the World Tree and looking up, even a giant would only feel like an ant. That was why Pandora had never been to this place before. She definitely didn't want to admit that Jingle, who was usually so much shorter than her, could surpass her in height. Especially after she found out that Jingle had a God form that was 1.6 meters tall, Pandora viewed the little bean as her greatest rival in life.
Here's a friendly interlude. According to this standard, Pandora's greatest rival in life had exceeded the four billion mark on Earth.
"The World Tree is the root of the entire world. It is the place that governs all laws. For example, the law of gravity is recorded on one of the leaves on its southeast branch (Jingle calls it the integrated drive). There should be a similar mechanism in your world, but most of the time, ordinary people can't pry into this ultimate mystery."
"Wahhh —" Poison Island let out a cry of surprise. Her face was filled with disbelief. However, as someone who had experienced the zombie siege and transmigration, she quickly accepted the fact and focused her attention on … a young girl who was walking out of a tree trunk.
She was as beautiful as an angel and as noble as a god. The green-haired girl was wearing a light gauze green dress. She walked out of the vines under the World Tree in a majestic breath of life. Then, she rushed over briskly and said, "Ah Jun, don't be afraid of me!" Jingle is hungry! The leaves of the World Tree are not tasty at all. Jingle wants to eat chocolate cake! "
"…"
Do you think you are Sandora?! As the Goddess of Life, you should at least take good care of the World Tree, you idiot!
"This is God," I awkwardly removed the octopus-like Jingle from my body and explained to the surprised Poison Island, "It's not easy to let illegal immigrants settle in this world. It's better to get this girl's approval."
Whether he believed it or not, Kuwako Kuwako had to work hard to accept the fact that the energetic girl in front of him was the legendary God. The former had experienced too many incredible things in the past few days, and now his spirit had been tempered to the point of numbness. So be it. As long as the mysterious giant tree is real, it's fine. That was how Kuwako hypnotized himself.
"Puff …"
A green light flashed. The God who was curled up in my arms in her young girl form suddenly turned into a three-inch nail. Jingle flapped her wings and jumped onto my shoulder. She smiled embarrassedly. "Ahaha, Jingle, it's time again …"
Hey, Chestnut, what kind of expression is that? Don't treat a bean bun like dry rations. Don't treat God as an officer!
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