Xyrin Empire-Chapter 257 - The Great Turnaround
Chapter 257: Chapter 257: The Great Turnaround
Chapter 257: Chapter 257: The Great Turnaround
I had once thought, since Sylvanas was able to spread her spiritual power across the entire Ghost Land with the power of the Magic Net, what if this task was carried out by a more powerful undead creature like Anwina or by Sandora, who was the most skilled in controlling soul power? Just how strong could such control be?
Yet, such speculation could only be a pleasing thought, as Sylvanas’s control over low-level undead relied on her innate ability as a legitimate Undead. Although Anwina was powerful, she was a special lifeform composed of both undead and Angel, having lost most of the unique abilities of the Undead Race—other than using the ghost’s unique physique to give someone a scare by suddenly popping half of her body out of a cooking pot. As for Sandora, her Spiritual Enslavement wasn’t limited by race, but unfortunately, her source of power was Ghost Energy, an energy form utterly incompatible with the energy of the Magic Net…
With her eyes closed, Sylvanas stood in the center of the Array, looking as if she were asleep, but I knew her spirit had entered the system of the Magic Net and was gradually spreading across the Ghost Land. At this moment, for some reason, I thought of The Matrix and our friend Neo…
Sylvanas would need about a day to adapt to this new “body,” large enough to cover the entire Ghost Land, while I needed to understand more about the little girl whose life had been saved by Alaya.
According to Alaya, she was a peculiar child.
The reason the little girl became infected with the Undead plague had been clarified, and it was heartbreakingly simple—for food.
The ravaging by the Catastrophe Army caused a significant part of the land and animals of Quel’Danas to be contaminated to varying degrees; of course, the food supply was not spared. Even though Kaelthas made every effort to collect and salvage whatever food he could find, hunger still inevitably struck among the lower strata of Blood Elf civilians, and such a situation had persisted for a long time. The damage Arthas had inflicted on this land was too severe for the Blood Elves to recover from it swiftly.
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In such a disaster, the most helpless were naturally the orphans.
There were no welfare institutions in this world, and even if there were, they would be extremely imperfect. In a world still devoid of many democratic notions, Kaelthas was a decent king. He could lead his people to rebuild the glory of a race from the ruins and share the hardships with his subjects in such adversity. However, no ruler could possibly cater to the plight of every citizen, like the Blood Elf little girl who called herself Lilina, an orphan who had lost all her relatives in the war and was almost forgotten by everyone. Such orphans were not uncommon in wartime, and most of them usually ended up dying from hunger and illness…
Lilina was attacked while venturing out in search of food—it was a Blood Elf corpse that had turned into an undead without anyone realizing. When Lilina tried to search the body for something edible, the stiff corpse suddenly attacked her. Although the girl had speed and agility far surpassing her kin, she still suffered scratches on her back…
Up to here, there was nothing particularly puzzling, although Lilina had shown bravery and decisiveness well beyond her peers; such could be imagined, given her survival in such a war. What truly puzzled Alaya occurred during her Purification of Lilina.
Lilina’s soul did not match her body.
“I just can’t understand,” Alaya reported her findings to me after returning to the room Kaelthas had prepared for me, “The girl’s body is now fully healthy, and her soul is intact, with no signs of having been attacked by soul-system magic, but there’s just some kind of discord between her soul and body, specifically where I can’t see…”
I was baffled by Alaya’s description as I hadn’t understood a single word…
However, I didn’t take it too much to heart. With the world being so vast, it wasn’t unusual for one or two people to have special physiques now and then. Perhaps such mutations might seem unimaginable to the healthily infuriating Xyrin Apostles, but I didn’t think a Blood Elf girl with a soul mutation deserved any special attention.
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The main base on the west side of Ghost Land.
The movements of the undead had already caught the attention of all Azeroth troops within the base. The increasingly intense scent of death made the most sensitive of Holy Knights and Priests extremely nervous, and the growing throngs of wandering undead appearing more and more frequently outside the base had the soldiers on edge—although those undead would often be turned into fireworks by the laser guns on the watchtowers as soon as they appeared on the horizon. Yet every Azeroth warrior knew that a great battle was about to begin soon.
However, unlike these combat-ready Azeroth warriors, the Xyrin Apostles inside the base carried on with their training, patrolling, and trading as if nothing had happened…
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“Judging by the time, Ah Jun and the others should have started by now, right?”
Leaning against the railing on the top floor of a tower, Sandora yawned out of boredom and then rubbed her eyes as she spoke.
“Indeed, I shouldn’t have volunteered to take care of Little Baobao last night… Ah Jun, when are you coming back…”
Qianqian was leaning against the railing next to Sandora, counting her own hair when she heard the words. She looked up to see the constantly rolling black clouds in the distant sky, expressing no opinion about her boyfriend being completely defined as a professional nanny.
Sandora’s eyes flickered with a faint blue light, displaying the distant scenery as if it were right in front of her eyes. There, an endless tide of corpses gathered like a sea, including Abominations like high-level Undead. These misaligned Dead Souls were being driven from the East Plague Land. They jostled and even devoured each other. Yet beneath such chaotic appearances, the massive group maintained a unified and steady movement in the same direction.
Sandora, utterly bored, surreptitiously unleashed a remote spiritual shockwave. Immediately, the previously somewhat orderly Undead Army descended into a moderate amount of disorder.
Although Qianqian did not possess Sandora’s exaggerated super-vision, she could guess something from the other’s mischievous smile. In fact, this was not the first time the exceedingly bored Queen Xyrin had played such a prank.
“Is it fun to toy with a bunch of cannon fodder?”
Qianqian rolled her eyes, showing her disdain.
“If we don’t play with them, wouldn’t that be even more boring?”
Sandora’s theory was quite novel.
Qianqian opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by a strange feeling that suddenly swept over both their spirits.
It was as if an incredibly vast spiritual body had just brushed past their souls. This was a truly indescribable sensation.
“Hehe, the show is starting,” Sandora finally smiled happily, and then stretched out her limbs with a long yawn, “We should get the allied forces gathered on the outskirts ready; what, you’re not planning on moving a bit?”
Qianqian immediately showed a disgusted expression: “…Better not, I don’t plan on being so conscious I vomit myself into dehydration.”
Sandora said nothing more, just shook her hand and leapt down from the dozens of meters high tower.
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Rotten Corpses, skeletons, ghosts, and all manner of other complete or incomplete and even bizarrely combined Undead creatures were gathering endlessly, swarming ahead like churning sludge, their meaningless low roars filling the area and making the whole space restless. They moved forward, continuously bolstered by new members rising from the rotting soil, growing the ranks even further.
But suddenly, without any warning, the massive Undead that nearly flooded the entire land came to a halt. The whole world, which was full of chaotic sounds, fell eerily silent.
Then, a tremendously powerful psychic flood coursed through the world’s most primal and mighty energy network, easily overwhelming the simple minds of the brainless Undead. Meanwhile, a few “smarter” Undead that tried to resist were immediately torn to shreds by their surrounding brethren.
Seconds later, the previously quiet space was once again filled with the roars of the Undead. The chaotic and disorganized Undead tide, under the control of a powerful and decisive will, reversed direction, surging back the way they had come…
Simultaneously, the Alliance Army, which had already gathered at the Land of the Plague and Silverpine Forest, received a direct command from “God”. Inspired by the Holy Light and Glory, the Alliance’s massive force charged for the first time in such huge numbers towards the plague-ridden Land of the Undead.
In the valley to the west of the Ghost Land, a large-scale military movement finally unfolded. Countless Flying Apostles and Single Soldier Fighter Jets led the charge. Massive warships, accompanied by all sorts of auxiliary ships, rose from the valley, draping a curtain of black swan velvet over the sky. On the ground, an even larger mixed ground force composed of elite members of various races and Xyrin Combat Puppets left the valley, which was still full of life amidst the Undead Zone…
