Xyrin Empire

Chapter 67: Chapter 67: The Unavoidable War

“Get your warriors ready,” Sandora said to me after those mercenaries had finally left, “we might be headed for a war.”

“War? With whom?”

I was shocked by the news. Wasn’t Sandora just going through a period of war-weariness? How had she so quickly reverted to her Battle Song Princess persona?

I had originally planned to find Qianqian and my sister, spend a couple of days playing in this world, and then return. Of course, I’d also help eliminate some demonized creatures for the humans here, fulfilling some of the obligations as a member of the Xyrin Empire. But war—I had never considered it; it was just too discordant…

Seeing my surprise and reluctance, Sandora said irritably, “Do you think I want this? The problem is that this world has been corrupted by the Abyss Power. As a Xyrin Apostle, how can I tolerate these adversaries of the Empire acting so brazenly?”

Hearing Sandora’s words, my face immediately fell. Sure, you are a legitimate Xyrin Apostle, but I’m just a novice in this. Why must I be dragged into this tedious game?

Sandora immediately sensed my reluctance through spiritual sensing and roughly guessed my thoughts. She bluntly closed off my last avenue of retreat: “I know you’re reluctant, but we have no other choice now—in fact, I have some bad news for you. The creator of this world was absolutely a dimwit in Creation Science who barely passed level two. After he completed the creation of the world, he forgot to install stable barriers on the key laws and spatial infrastructure. This directly allowed the Abyss Power to interfere with the planar state during external transmission. Now our Space Jump System can’t accurately pinpoint Earth’s location, and we might even struggle to get back to our original universe. This means, unless we eliminate the source of disturbance— the entrance of the Abyss—we won’t be able to leave this world smoothly…”

…Great, just great!

As I marveled at Sandora’s unapologetic disdain for the Creator God, I said worriedly, “So you mean to say, we have no choice but to go to war?”

Sandora shrugged her shoulders helplessly, “As much as I’d like to say ‘long live peace,’ it now seems peace must be fought for by us.”

Qianqian and my sister both showed a worried expression. Even though the titles of Xyrin Empress and Xyrin Queen (surprisingly, my sister had no objections to these somewhat inaccurate titles…) sounded intimidating, they were just ordinary human girls at heart. Suddenly learning that a war was about to break out, and especially one in the Otherworld between the most important people to them and Otherworld monsters…

This was absurd…ahem, I mean, this was deeply unsettling.

“Don’t worry!”

Noticing the unease of Qianqian and my sister, Pandora unexpectedly took the initiative to comfort them, her face carrying a very rare smile. Through our spiritual connection, I could even vaguely sense the excitement that she couldn’t quite hide.

“The Empire’s army is extremely powerful. We’ve been hunting Abyss Power for tens of millions of years; they’re hardly worth mentioning. We will undoubtedly achieve the ultimate victory!”

I knew it. Pandora, this little Loli with a syndrome for war frenzy, would certainly get carried away in excitement. While the Battle Song Princess, Sandora, was tired of war, the little Loli Pandora emerged—couldn’t this world have more harmonious elements? You should know, it’s only when a Loli merges with a plush toy that this world is truly filled with love!

Unfortunately, apart from the Divine Artifact of lollipop, Pandora most of the time preferred to merge with various strategic-level Xyrin Weapons…

Qianqian and my sister paused for a moment and then said in unison, “Lili behaving like this is really not something we’re used to!”

Anyway, it seems that eliminating the Abyss Power on this world is our only hope to return to Earth. However, my concern is, just how long will it take to exterminate those things? If it turns out to be like the last war Sandora was involved in, which lasted tens of thousands of years…

“That’s impossible!” Sandora looked nauseous, seemingly recalling many unpleasant memories from the mention of that recently concluded millennium-long war. “The Abyss Power of this world is strong, but not so strong that we can’t eliminate it. Although I didn’t bring many soldiers in my personal space, with your Space Twins here, they can transport a large number of troops to this world. Although the Abyss Power has disrupted the outer spatial transmissions of this world, getting in is still no problem. Plus, with Dingdang, who specializes in restraining Abyss Power, the war will end soon—uh, it shouldn’t take more than three years.”

“Three years?” Qianqian exclaimed, “then by the time we return to Earth, wouldn’t it be…”

“Don’t worry,” Sandora waved her hand to reassure her, “the barrier between the two worlds blocks time, space, and laws simultaneously, meaning, the flow of time in this world is not synchronized with Earth. Even if we spend a long time here, returning to Earth would just be a moment. We might even make it back in time for dinner at that desert inn—speaking of dinner, Chen Jun, I’m starving. Why isn’t Sicaro back yet?”

“Who knows what that guy is up to,” I muttered, feeling irritable about the upcoming battle with the demonized creatures, “Pandora, contact Sicaro and tell him to hurry back.”

Pandora nodded silently, then with a strange expression on her face said, “Brother, he’s already back…”

Seeing the unusual embarrassment on Pandora’s face, I immediately guessed that the Imperial Commander, who found the greatest joy in life confronting the urban management, seemed to have yet another astonishing way of making an entrance.

My intuition was quite accurate, although I wished I hadn’t foreseen such a terrible situation so precisely.

What we saw was an Arabic uncle completely wrapped in a white robe.

I had always had complaints about Sicaro’s ever-unchanging black SWAT outfit, but it seemed he had at least improved in that aspect, even though this outfit was far more shockingly ludicrous than the SWAT gear.

Behind the Arabic uncle, we also saw a moving mountain—no, more precisely, a package as massive as a mountain.

Sicaro, with a stride that was remarkably casual for someone carrying such a huge package, approached us and then with a letting go, the entire package dropped to the ground with a “puff,” creating a noticeable tremor and raising clouds of dust.

“Sicaro, my dear Commander, could you please explain what exactly you’ve bought?”

After Pandora dispelled the smoke around us, I restrained the twitching of my eye corners and said as calmly as possible, with Sandora nearly laughing herself into a fit behind me—such an unpredictable Imperial Commander indeed had a comedic effect, and I had every reason to suspect that Sicaro’s thought processes, which always operated in the most abnormal way, might have been altered by some unknown external damage during his long sleep on the Xyrin Mother Star. If it weren’t for Pandora repeatedly assuring that Sicaro was normal in every aspect except for his quirky personality, I really would have felt the impulse to have those logistics commanders disassemble this guy for a thorough study.

“The glory of the Empire be with you, my Emperor!” Sicaro seemed quite pleased, which led him to use such a rare greeting. His solemn and serious expression, coupled with the Arabic uncle outfit, made him look like a scammer whose head needed just a halo to ascend directly to heaven.

Cough cough, I mean no offense to Alaya.

“This world without urban management is simply wonderful!” Sicaro exclaimed about the joy of escaping the urban management’s pursuit as he reached to open the huge sack. Dingdang, being the most curious of us all, immediately rushed to the mouth of the bag to be the first to see what was inside. @@novelbin@@

“Dingdang, be careful!” I hurriedly warned, but it was already too late.

With a rustling sound, the little thing didn’t even have time to scream before being buried under a surge of miscellaneous items.

Sicaro scratched his head awkwardly and said, “I thought I saw a member of the Divine Race just now, but then they disappeared all of a sudden?”

Just as we were about to start digging out the little thing buried beneath, the pile of oddly shaped junk on the ground suddenly moved. Then the top few metal sheets were pushed up, a large bud poked out, and in an instant, the bud opened, revealing Dingdang curled up inside.

“Whew—Dingdang was scared to death; it suddenly turned dark…”

The little guy patted his chest, a look of relief on his face.