The warriors who had been guarding since ancient times were kneeling on the ground, welcoming the return of the gods that they had been looking forward to for hundreds of thousands of years.
They were so majestic and strong. The genes that had been precisely designed had made these ancient people almost reach the perfect state of carbon-based lifeforms. Every cell of theirs contained magical energy that could explode at any time, and every inch of their muscles had the power of steel. But now, they were covered in scars. Eighty percent of them had wounds on their bodies, and some were even covered in blood. Other than Ares, who had gone through a complete "promotion ceremony", the weapons and armors of every Atlantean were seriously worn out. This was because, many years ago, the antique recycling factories of Atlantis had produced a problem of reduced efficiency. All along, those factories had been operating under the clumsy tinkering of the Atlantean technicians. Without the assistance of these factories, it was impossible for the Atlanteans to produce the super interstellar alloy that was used to make equipment out of thin air. In order to ensure the highest overall combat power as possible, the use of brand-new weapons and armors had become the privilege of the high-level warriors.
However, despite being covered in scars and having old equipment, these ancient warriors still retained amazing willpower and physical strength. The latter could be attributed to their bodies that had undergone countless transformations, while the former could only be explained by the motivation of the faith generated by the "return of the gods". After all, they had been fighting for more than ten days and nights. Even if their physical strength was infinite, their energy should not be able to keep up.
"Can you still continue to fight?"
Sandora looked at the ancient warriors in front of her and asked calmly.
"As long as the Atlanteans are alive, they can fight!" Ares replied with a loud voice.
"Then get ready to fight."
The Atlanteans were the super warriors created by the old Empire. They were also using the most efficient way that the Shiring Apostles admired to welcome today's reunion. Therefore, this was the so-called "return of the gods". There was no grand welcome ceremony, no deliberately mystifying miracles and omens, and no swearing of gratitude from the "mortals". The whole process was as natural as the most common pre-war order. The Empire's army set foot on this long-lost territory again, leading the former soldiers to recapture the position. Everything was like the ancient agreement of hundreds of thousands of years ago. Orders and obedience, fighting side by side, advancing and retreating together. Although the "gods" who once led them on the road of glorious civilization had changed, these ancient soldiers still abided by the oath in their bones. When Sandora's order was issued, Ares immediately led his people to stand up, tidied up their equipment, and prepared for the next battle.
"I never thought that the fragile and changeable carbon-based creatures could be as good as the Shiring Apostles. They are almost on par with the Empire's warriors," Sandora said softly with a sigh. "How did they do it without the authority system and the mind imprint?"
"Don't underestimate the faith and the will of carbon-based creatures. The mind lock is not the only useful racial chain." I scratched my head awkwardly. "Anyway, I'm also carbon-based, right?"
Sandora was stunned. "Huh? I forgot! "
I coughed violently as if I was having a stroke.
Fortunately, Vega clicked his way over and relieved my embarrassment. After a fierce battle, the Scorpion girl's body still reeked of fresh blood, and her lower body armor was still dripping with a dark red liquid. It was no wonder that Raven 001, who advocated "elegance, wisdom, and beauty", would be so critical of the Armored Scorpion's violent tactics. But from my point of view, Vega, who had just returned from a killing spree, was full of a wild sense of beauty.
"Sir, we have cleared all the enemies in this area known as the 'Elder Trail'. Only seven soldiers were seriously injured by the enemy's concentrated attack. They have been sent back to the mothership for repair. But all the enemies gathered here are relatively weak. There are few monsters with lethal skills. "
"It's not bad as a warm-up."
I nodded and turned to the Leader Bee who had just finished buffing the soldiers. "Ola, send a Schilling Host over."
It was good to have a Leader Bee. Although their functions were not strong, they were very versatile. The Swiss Army Knife was really weak compared to Ola.
The silent masked girl used the crystal wings on her back to open a shining white portal in the air. A servo mass-produced Schilling Host walked out from the portal. It looked at me and Sandora expressionlessly, waiting for orders.
You don't say, after spending so much time with the unscrupulous Otaku Bubble and the cute Little Bubble, why am I not used to seeing a moral version on standby with a straight face?
"Let's start according to plan. This should be the building. Let's hope the basic matrix is as good as what the agent reported."
The mass-produced Host that was sent over from the mothership gave a stiff military salute to Sandora and me. Then, it began to expand its host slot on the square according to the plan. Of course, this was not a good place to build the Mother Nest's expansion base, and there was not enough time. So, her mission was to take over the control system of Atlantis as soon as possible and find a way to restore the city's Host. Otherwise, without the support of the city's defense system, the advance of the ground troops would encounter too many variables.
This was also the reason why we chose this place as the first landing point. According to the intelligence gathered by the agent, the Elder's Path was one of the main information nodes of Atlantis. There was an abandoned auxiliary computing array here. Of course, this abandoned array had now been converted into a temple, but the information matrix beneath it had not been dismantled. It could be used immediately after it was reactivated.
A group of heavily-armored Schilling soldiers emerged from the air as the Host slot was expanded. These soldiers were stronger than ordinary Empire soldiers and were the Host Guards. Although they did not have sufficient personality and intelligence, they had the best individual reactor and enhanced energy shield. They could guarantee that in an emergency, the Host Guards would at least have enough time to escape from the battlefield.
As an important unit in the Schilling military system, second only to the supreme commander, the Schilling Host Guards, even if it was a mass-produced copy machine, had extremely high security treatment. But in my memory, only these obedient mass-produced machines would strictly follow the operating procedures and release the Host Guards at the beginning of a mission. That carefree fellow, Bubble, always found it troublesome and threw his guards into the dimensional folds. As for Little Bubble, she still did not know what the soldiers in her dimensional pocket were for.
The crystal prism placed on the complex mechanical platform gradually turned from light and shadow into a solid object. The Host Guards stood inside the prism and entered a working state. The originally invisible "information" was materialized and turned into a pipeline between matter and energy. It gradually extended underground and into the walls of the nearby buildings. There was a slight sound of energy flow, and the voice of the Host Guards sounded in the mental link. "Found a usable line. Error 678. The remote computer is not responding. Preliminary judgment: the city's Host Guards have been exhausted. I will use backup energy to activate the remote Host Guards. Please ensure the power supply of the Host Guards."
I felt that there were too many strange things that Bubble had instilled into her daughters.
At this moment, there was a concentrated explosion from a nearby street. Bluish-purple lightning accompanied by intense flashes lit up the sky over there. There was a faint smell of roasted meat in the air. Sandora looked in the direction of the explosion and sniffled. "It seems that the Ravens have started to suppress the enemies at the 'Trail of the Wise'. That place seems to be occupied by mutated war beasts. That's why the Ravens are using the Mississippi Method."
The moment Sandora finished her sentence, the smell in the air became 70% cooked.
"It seems to be the Mexican Method?" The Queen, whose nose could almost be used as a radar, changed her words.
I became curious as well. I sniffled and a fragrant smell of cumin mixed with chopped green onions assaulted my nose. This time, I knew without Sandora saying anything. This was the Xinjiang Method …
"Those Ravens must have had too much to do!"
I roared and pointed at the direction where the smoke was rising. It wasn't wrong to bully the small monsters by relying on your higher level. It wasn't wrong to use fire to roast the small monsters until they were 70% cooked. However, it was inhumane to roast them until they were 70% cooked and then sprinkle cumin, pepper, chopped green onions, and sweet sauce on them. Even if they were monsters that had transformed from beasts, you can't really roast them! You might as well learn from the armored scorpions. Although it was a little violent, at least they didn't whip the corpses, right?!
I finally realized that among the Animal World heroes at home, there was a group of mass-produced ones that were usually too lively.
However, after calling out the names of her soldiers, Raven 001 looked at me with a wronged expression. "Your Majesty, it's not us this time. You definitely won't know who is hosting the barbecue party."
I was stunned. I pulled Shadora along as I walked toward the 'Path of the Wise' a street block away. In the end, the moment I got there, I heard loud cheers and laughter, which caused me to stop in my tracks. There were a few familiar voices mixed in the cheers, which gave me the chills.
"Ling Meng! What are you doing?! "
Turning a corner, I stared at the noisy barbecue party in front of me with my mouth agape. I could feel my bronchial muscles twitching.
The girls of the Fantasy Village — that's right, this time there weren't any minor characters mixed in. All I could see were the powerful Fantasy Village girls. They were now gathered on the stone street that was still smoking, surrounding a dozen large bonfires. Other than the smell of barbecue, the surrounding air was filled with the pungent smell of burning air. The street that used to be overrun by monsters was now littered with the corpses of war beasts. Every one of them had died in a very artistic manner. Judging from the two-digit number of wounds on each monster's body, they had made outstanding contributions to the Fantasy Village girls' anatomy course before they died. Outside of this celebratory party, a hundred Ravens and armored scorpions who were responsible for suppressing the area stood there innocently. They must have participated in the battle just now, but the situation after the battle was over was a little beyond these Empire soldiers' expectations.
My and Sandora's appearance did not attract the attention of any of the Fantasy Village girls. They were still immersed in their own happy barbecue party until I couldn't take it anymore and rushed forward to grab the closest Marisa.
"Wah! Jen! You're here too? "
The Black and White Witch turned her head in surprise and exclaimed. Since her belt was being grabbed, she could only hang horizontally in the air. She even had to do her best to hold down her large magic hat to prevent it from falling to the ground. But even in this state, she didn't forget to throw two pieces of firewood into the bonfire in front of her.
"What the hell are you doing!"
"Celebrating! Celebrating!" Eleanor jumped up while chattering, holding a large block of ice in her hand. Her barbecue method was very interesting. First, she roasted the meat, then froze it into a large block of ice. Finally, she sprinkled all sorts of spices on it. I really didn't know if this barbecue method should be classified as barbecued meat or cumin-flavored ice cream, but the only thing I could be sure of was that this silly little person was quite happy. "Human, we've taken over this street! We're here to help! These monsters are really powerful, but they're still the strongest! "
Eleanor's words were basically illogical, but I still understood why this group of chattering buffoons would appear here. Immediately, I cast a stern gaze in a certain direction: Yagumo Purple, who was leading her Spirit-branded Retainers and her own Spirit-branded Retainers, who were working hard to barbecue meat.
The monsters of Fantasy Village didn't know how to use the army teleportation device, and even if they did, they didn't have the authority to open the door as they pleased, except for one person: Yagumo Purple, who still held the position of the Space Administration's Executive Officer. She had both authority and experience.
"Don't look at me, I just want to help you." Purple noticed my gaze, but she only smiled calmly, looking unfazed. "Besides, this is our own business. Beyond Sky Island almost destroyed Fantasy Village. As the host, how can we not teach the monsters on this island a lesson? The monsters are all vengeful fellows."
"Yeah, and we underestimated the strength of those monsters in the beginning and almost suffered a loss. Fortunately, your soldiers were nearby. After grasping the enemy's weakness, we finally won, "Blue said to me with a gentle smile. Blue had a gentle smile on her face as she said to me in a slightly apologetic but proud tone. Her nine beautiful tails were a little messy. It seemed that she had just gone through an intense battle. Now, a little loli with cat ears was happily squirming around the pile of warm fur. She would occasionally look at me with a strange expression. "Perhaps this is a little troublesome for you, but please understand everyone's feelings. Besides, Lord Purple and I really hope to help share some of your burden. "
The vixen's words were reasonable, and her attitude was good. Regardless of why that shameless lazy Soul Dream would join in the fun, perhaps Blue really did have the mentality of returning a favor. Besides, the monsters in Atlantis could be considered to have invaded Fantasy Village. Looking around at the surroundings, rather than saying that it was a break between battles, it was more like a barbecue scene on an outing. Even Sandora couldn't find a reason to get angry.
What else could I say? Sighing and looking around, I could only contact the carrier in the sky. "Call the medics, the kind that can treat carbon-based lifeforms. Get them to bring 15 kilograms of stomach medicine down …"
Rhododendron Spp.'s furry ears quivered. "Hm?"
I extended two fingers at the vixen. "There are two things in total. First, I finally confirmed that Hachi Cloud Purple wasn't lying. Your tail is indeed shedding after eating random things. Second, the situation of the monsters in Fantasy Village picking up random things to eat is too serious. "
"How dare you roast and eat monsters that have been infected by the abyss!"
I roared in exasperation, interrupting the barbecue party of over a hundred people. Only Eleanor continued to stuff a bunch of random things into her mouth after everyone had stopped. After swallowing, she opened her mouth in a daze. "Ah? What? "
Then, this idiot began to hold her stomach and jump up and down like everyone else.
Yes, the abyss was dangerous, but it wasn't a substance, nor was it a poison. Wild animals that had been infected by the abyss would go crazy, but they wouldn't really be infected by any disease. Moreover, after the infected animal was killed, the abyss energy in its body would gradually be purified by the world. There wouldn't be any viral residue that would endanger the digestive system. However, if there was any idiot who thought that this meant that after being killed, the abyssal monster would self-purify into something edible, that would be a big mistake!
Everything that had been infected by the abyss would collapse, and even every molecule would deteriorate. After a beast that had been completely infected by the abyss was killed, you could basically find any possible genetic mutation or even more microscopic molecular mutation in its cells after it was killed. Various levels of crazy destruction could completely transform the body of an individual that had been severely infected by the abyss into something else entirely. In this mess of destructive mutations, only God knew what kind of substances those crazy cells would combine into. It could be said that if an abyss monster died, then after you flattened it, it would be a periodic table of elements! And it would be the kind of random combination!
Think about it, to eat such a lump of stuff that even the gods couldn't tell what it was made of, other than Sandora, who else could still stand?
So now, out of more than a hundred monsters in Fantasy Village, two-thirds of them had all kinds of food poisoning! It was food poisoning that could even make monsters die!
The armored scorpions and ravens at the scene were Shiring Apostles. Their special life forms and good teeth meant that they didn't have the concept of food poisoning at all. So when they saw the people of Fantasy Village start to roast the hunted monsters, they only had a slight headache, but they didn't know how to stop them. They thought that the abyssal energy on the monsters had dissipated and they were safe. But I knew how stupid it was to do so. God have mercy, Saar was put down like this before …
The only thing worth rejoicing was that the daredevils at the scene only had food poisoning. They weren't in danger of being infected by the abyss. At most, they would feel dizzy, nauseous, abdominal pain, and indigestion. They would need a while to get rid of the periodic table of elements that had accumulated in their stomachs. Of course, the "Fifth Uncle" brand of fast-acting stomach medicine from the City of Shadows' Sixth Pharmaceutical Factory would definitely be sufficient to alleviate these silly girls' symptoms.
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