Xyrin Empire

Chapter 87: Chapter 87: Actually, My Surname is Shang

When the next morning arrived, and Alaya descended with fluttering white feathers amidst the golden sunlight, Qianqian, who was groggily searching the base to apologize to people, was utterly stunned.

This girl, Qianqian, had a peculiar attribute: whenever she saw something very strange, she would sometimes become overly excited.

So, the girl whose mind was severely struck kept calling out crazily for Ah Jun to come out and see the Angel, shouting such madness as she looked for the still-snoozing Xyrin Emperor, completely oblivious to the twin sisters standing behind the Angel who were on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion.

As one of the Arbitration Institutions, Alaya’s individual Energy Intensity was quite astonishing. Moreover, with the Abyss Power now fully blocking the space Transmission portals of this world, and with a solid Plane Barrier between Earth and this world, the difficulty of teleporting Alaya over was even several times higher than teleporting two Xyrin Emperors simultaneously. It was likely that only this pair of special twin sisters within the entire Xyrin Empire possessed the ability to accomplish such a feat of space Transmission.

I was dragged all the way horizontally from the bedroom to the central square of the base. Qianqian, clearly wanting me to catch a quick glimpse of the rare creature known as the Angel (although she had already encountered quite a few legendary creatures recently, she showed no signs of aesthetic fatigue), chose a practically straight-line approach. In the process, I bumped into three curbstones, two barricades, four navigation ground lights, several unknown devices, and one Little Baobao sleepwalking in the morning…

When I stood before Alaya, my clothes were ragged, and my head was covered in large bumps… (Perhaps that’s a bit of an exaggeration?)

“Hey, good morning, Alaya,” I casually adjusted my clothes and then greeted the Angel Sister in front of me with a radiant smile.

“It is a pleasure to see you again, my Monarch.”

Alaya spoke with her soft and pure voice and placed her hand on my head, starting to heal the bumps I’d collected along the way using a white halo tinged with streaks of gold.

Immediately, I could feel the wounds healing at an astonishing rate.

“Dingdang, do you think this power could be Holy Light?”

I stopped a Little Thing that happened to fly by and asked.

“Eh—” The Little Thing hovered in the air, seriously observing Alaya for a moment, then nodded affirmatively and said, “Indeed, as a Xyrin Apostle in charge of mystic and unknown powers, this Apostle is designed completely in the image of the Light Divine Race, indistinguishable from a true Angel! In fact, she might be even more powerful than a Double-winged Angel of the same level!”

This truly worked!

“Ah Jun?” Qianqian finally snapped out of it, her perplexed gaze sweeping back and forth between me and Alaya, “What’s going on here? You know the Angel?”

“I even know a Goddess!”

With that, I grabbed Dingdang who was hopping on my head and pulled her down.

As I faced Qianqian, whose bewilderment was growing, I suddenly said sternly, “Actually, my last name is Shang, you can call me God or Mr. Shang…”

“That’s not what I mean…” Qianqian was now so utterly confused that she even forgot how to articulate her complete thoughts.

Seeing Qianqian’s adorably puzzled look, I felt a burst of satisfaction and didn’t have the heart to tease her anymore. So, I explained, “Alright, alright, her name is Alaya, and she’s also a Xyrin Apostle, a high-level Xyrin Unit designed in imitation of the Divine Race. In a way, you could even consider her a real Angel!”

It took quite some time for Qianqian to recover from the shocking fact that a Xyrin Apostle equaled an Angel, and she then turned her curiosity to studying the Angel Sister’s beautiful wings, leaving the latter embarrassed yet too polite to avoid it, helplessly casting pleading glances at me. @@novelbin@@

Sigh, Angel Sister, I’m helpless here, you don’t know—in our daily life, it’s always the older sister who calls the shots, followed by Qianqian as second in command, Pandora third, and as for my ranking, that depends on Sandora’s mood…

From my previous casual conversations with Sandora, I already knew that the Xyrin Apostles like Alaya were modeled after members of the Star Domain Divine Race. Since the Auduo Empire worshipped a Light God, and that Light God was most likely a member of the Star Domain Divine Race, Alaya was simply perfect for dealing with them.

I was worried that if I casually misused the name of a True God, I might incur some kind of terrible Heavenly Punishment. But Dingdang dispelled my doubts—although the humans in this world believe in the Light God and have received power from that deity, this doesn’t mean the Light God knows everything that happens in this world. The connection established through faith and prayer is quite weak. Most Heavenly Gods have several subordinate worlds, and they can’t possibly know the details of their followers’ lives, except in serious situations. Gods don’t intervene in any world, let alone such a remote “Desert World.”

Of course, if I were to use the name of God for evil deeds…

I’m afraid the first to unleash Heavenly Punishment on me would be Dingdang. Don’t be fooled by her harmless, giggly demeanor—she, after all, is a member of the Divine Race who has undergone two hundred years of Goddess training…

“Alright, Qianqian, stop playing,” I said, dragging an overly curious Qianqian back to my side, finally saving the pitiful wings of Alaya. Another winged creature, Dingdang, immediately flew over sympathetically to the latter and began carefully helping to groom the somewhat disheveled feathers—after all, her own wings had not been spared Qianqian’s torment!

“Alaya, I’ll take you for a tour around the base first, and then tell you about my plan—hmph, I’ve always looked down on rigid fanatics. This time I’ll make sure to give them a good shake-up!”

“En!”

Alaya responded, then stepped forward to follow—smack!

Qianqian and I turned around upon hearing the noise, just in time to see Alaya sprawled clumsily on the ground, frantically trying to get up.

“What happened?” I hurriedly helped her up, struggling to keep a straight face, as a saintly and elegant Angel clumsily falling to the ground was really too hilarious.

“She’s been using her Flying Ability too much and forgot how to walk,” Sandora’s voice came from behind me. I turned around and saw her amused smile. “I didn’t expect it, Chen Jun, you really have quite a few tricks up your sleeve—with the trump card that is Alaya, you can really give the Auduo Empire a hard time. But first, we have to see how much impact Alaya has on the people of this world before making a decision.”

I nodded and carefully guided Alaya to get used to walking again…

And then I realized, Alaya wasn’t like Sandora had said, forgetting how to walk from flying around too much. Under normal circumstances, she walked quite steadily, which meant… her propensity to trip over was innate…

Indeed, the old saying that appearances can be deceiving made sense—who said saintly Angels couldn’t be naturally clumsy?!

Indeed, Alaya had a massive impact on the humans in this world.

When the Angel appeared in front of Muller and his two companions, their mouths hung open so wide they could easily fit a duck egg—Mu, being an Elf, was a bit more composed, managing to fit only a chicken egg, perhaps.

“An…Angel?!”

Muller’s reaction was not much better than mine when I first met Alaya.

Despite not worshipping the Light God, he was familiar with the image of an Angel. After all, the Auduo Empire had endured for so long thanks to the benevolence of the Light God. Gazing at the holy girl with silver hair, golden eyes, and twin wings sprouting from her back, and feeling the almost tangible Holy Power around her, he had no doubt that he was facing a legendary Angel.

“Yes,” I nodded and said, “she is indeed an Angel. You can call her Alaya. I heard the Auduo Empire is full of fervent believers in the Light God. I was worried they might refuse the Xyrin Army’s entry, so I invited her to help out.”

My tone was as casual as if I were borrowing a couple of silver coins from an acquaintance because I’d forgotten my wallet, leaving Muller and the others looking as if they’d been petrified.

As if feeling that the impact was still not strong enough, Qianqian, who had been following me, added somewhat mischievously, “Originally, we were planning to have a few Heavenly Gods take care of it personally, but recently, the Divine Realm has been organizing a civilized citizen competition, and a few of the gods went to be judges. Alaya happened to be free, so we caught her and brought her over. She has a bit of weight in her words, right?”

…What a stretch, Qianqian, you really have a gift for exaggeration!