Xyrin Empire-Chapter 242 - Post-war Interlude
Chapter 242: Chapter 242: Post-war Interlude
Chapter 242 -242: Post-war Interlude
This was truly a marvelous victory, annihilating the enemy forces, capturing their commander, and with minimal casualties at that, taking over a landing point right on the edge of Ghost Land. Such military achievements were indeed satisfying.
Of course, the one who was most satisfied with today’s battle had to be our ever-belligerent little warmonger, Pandora. This little guy, who was a High-level Commander yet always got so worked up and charged into battle, had finally got his fill of his somewhat headache-inducing personal hobby today. He even shockingly asked for a second bowl during dinner—this was a miracle for Pandora, who normally stuck to a routine almost like a robot.
Let me also slip in a little tidbit, as Pandora approached with her bowl, Sandora was obliterating her third whole roasted cow of the evening right there. The sight of a certain Queen crunching down bones and all could only be described as spectacular, and boy, did I sweat…
Of course, not everyone could be as carefree as Sandora. In fact, at today’s victory feast, there were at least three people with absolutely no appetite, starting with Qianqian and Big Sister who had finally returned to normal. The two “kind and gentle” “ordinary girls,” undoubtedly recalling their previous deeds upon reverting to their true selves, started heaving as I expected, especially Qianqian. After being darkened, she had gruesomely dismembered demons at almost every turn. The enemies she reduced to mud or ripped to pieces numbered in the hundreds. Such a fierce way of fighting contrasted starkly with how pale Qianqian looked now, nestled in my arms—just moments ago, the poor girl almost threw up her dinner from three days back…
Besides Qianqian and Big Sister, the third person without an appetite was yours truly, having watched Qianqian’s battlefield horrors firsthand.
That scene was truly nauseating…
“Sigh, as heartless Xyrin Apostles, they sure are blissful…”
Looking at a group of Imperial Soldiers stuffing their faces, Qianqian, Big Sister, and I huddled in a corner, feeling like pathetic wretches abandoned by the world, and lamented so.
“That’s just because your psychological endurance is too low.”
Unsurprisingly, this voice came from my perennial nemesis, the eternal rival, also known as the crafty and deceitful Worldly Demon King…
“Bang!”
Qianqian tenderly helped me up, chiding Ah Jun while rubbing the big lump on my head, “Ah Jun, stop thinking about these things on the public channel in the future.”
“…Alright, I had it coming.”
Although Lin Xue’s tone was annoying, her words were sadly true. Putting Qianqian and Big Sister aside, even I was just an ordinary high school student kicking back and doing nothing just one year ago. Even now, crowned as the Xyrin Emperor, my highest ambition in life is still to just loaf around and do nothing. When it comes to experience, insight, and maturity, I honestly don’t think I could match Lin Xue, who joined an organization at the age of ten and partook in various life-and-death missions. There’s no shame in that—it’s just a fact.
But that definitely does not give Lin Xue the right to get cocky in front of me!
This cunning, crafty, violent, dark-hearted, troublesome Miss Prophet, thinking with her pitiful life experience she can make this Emperor bow his head—how delusional! I have to show her that the heart of a homebody set on doing nothing is absolutely unwavering!
With that thought, my fighting spirit soared, and with a steadfast gaze, I defiantly looked towards Lin Xue.
Right at that moment, our Miss Prophet was busy comforting the seriously dejected Qianqian, but was startled by my glare and immediately leaned down to whisper in Qianqian’s ear, “Hey, Qianqian, did that bastard just complete some crazy scenario in his head again? Why has he suddenly caught fire? Be careful when you sleep tonight.”
…Could you not use a volume that the whole room can hear and still make it sound like you’re whispering?
“Ah—Jun—” Just as Lin Xue and I were about to enter combat mode, a sharp, yet penetrating voice suddenly pierced the air. I turned my head just in time to see a green unidentified flying object charging at me at an alarming speed.
In my battle-ready state, I entered the legendary Innate Selfless Realm instantly, my eyes on my nose, my nose on my mouth, my mouth questioning my heart, the illusion-like green shadow’s trajectory becoming crystal clear. At that moment, a spirit possessed me.
“Hidden weapons!” I bellowed, then bent my left leg, pushed off with my right leg, and took a twisting step forward to catch the green flying object in my hand, then spun back with added speed.
“Whoosh—”
The hidden weapon flew from my grasp.
A sharp scream grew distant, “Ahh—”
The entire place was shocked.
Two seconds later, I calmly asked Big Sister standing next to me, “Sister, what did I just throw?”
“Dingdang,” Big Sister briefly and firmly replied.
“Our family’s Goddess,” Qianqian also followed up, briefly and firmly.
“The current God,” Lin Xue said with a look that seemed to anticipate my death as she, too, replied briefly and firmly.
Three seconds later, accompanied by an exasperated scream of “Dingdang’s gonna bite you!”, the Little Douding—who almost got eaten (again, why say again?) by the ice cream bucket in front of Little Baobao—came back and, without hesitation, “crunch” bit down on my finger.
“Ah… you little thing, you really do bite!” I flung my hand around in pain immediately, but this seemingly feeble Little Douding had an astonishing bite force. Despite being flung about in the air, Dingdang didn’t let go and bit down even harder, eventually grabbing my finger to start nibbling fiercely.
Had this guy gone mad with hunger?
“So cute…” Just as our commotion was starting to attract attention, a tender voice that sent shivers down Dingdang’s spine suddenly sounded from behind me.
I turned around and there was that purple-haired saline creature, staring intently at the Little One clinging to my hand with her dazzling, shiny eyes, while casting pitiful, pleading glances at me. Her fish tail, flickering with a pale gold luster, instinctively flapped against the ground, patter-pattering at such a high frequency it seemed like a fully fired tri-barrel Gatling gun.
…Oh no, she’s been affected by Pandora…
I shook my head forcefully, cutting off the odd connection between the mermaid and the Gatling gun, then, with an unprecedented radiant smile, stretched out my right hand—of course, with that stubborn little thing still clinging to my finger.
“If you’re willing to take her, then raise her yourself. Remember to bathe her every two days, feed her three times a day, often take her to the garden for a stroll, fondle her head when you’ve nothing else to do, and don’t forget to prepare lots of candy and little toys…”
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I was not yet finished speaking when Dingdang snapped out of it and immediately wailed, “Don’t want!” and then whooshed behind Qianqian, peeking out with terrified eyes at the Mermaid Princess who seemed eager to give it a shot, “Stay away, fish tail! Dingdang will bite you! Dingdang is really, really very fierce!”
It seemed that these past few days the somewhat scatterbrained Princess Isana had truly frightened Dingdang. It appeared she would seize every opportunity to try and steal Dingdang to raise herself, and even though she hadn’t succeeded due to Little Douding’s alertness, she had become the second most dangerous person in Dingdang’s eyes—a side note here, the number one most dangerous person in Dingdang’s heart was currently not far away, chatting with the plate in front of her, Little Baobao…
Over the course of these days, the representatives of the various races had discovered that we, who were referred to as “gods” from another world, were actually quite easy to get along with. Although many of us had temperamental quirks, we were not as aloof, cold, or severe as the legends said, and now our relationships with the original inhabitants of Azeroth had become increasingly harmonious. Even many Xyrin Commanders had become good friends with those mortal leaders—a truly unexpected gain for me. Of course, I don’t think this justifies Sicaro hawking bootlegged discs amongst a group of Night Elf ladies all day.
And then again, despite such changes in the way of interaction, Princess Isana’s startling actions still scared her followers to the point of breaking out in cold sweats!
