Chapter 1167
"Father, I heard the call of my lost brother."
Chapter 1167 "Father, I heard the call of my lost brother."
Xia Xiu looked up at Mu.
"It seems that the myriad realms will not be peaceful from now on."
Mu nodded, his expression remaining unchanged despite the tense situation; on the contrary, he appeared even more composed.
"Go back to the Ivy Wars."
"You still have unfinished games to play there. The power of the Heavenly Court cannot be halted by a single personal promotion. If the pantheon of faiths truly wants to unite against the encirclement, then treat it as a trial... Of course, given your current rank and size, this trial is not aimed at you, but at the soldiers under your command."
He paused, then added:
"If the situation exceeds expectations, you can directly request the intervention of the Knights of Heaven. We will not let the Court bear the pressure alone. If the counter-encirclement escalates into a full-scale pantheon conflict, the Knights will enter the fray in the name of maintaining order."
“If they really have the guts to wage a full-scale war against the Kingdom of Heaven, I would admire them.”
Xia Xiu shook his head. It was possible for them to join forces against the courtyard, but a complete alliance was highly unlikely.
It's not that he routinely insults religious beliefs; if these guys could really work together, pigs could fly, and all the countries of Terra could form a united government.
Mu nodded in agreement: "When they were driven out of Terra by the Kingdom of Heaven, they were indeed a complete failure. The front lines were in dire straits, while the rear was suffering from famine... After all these years, they probably haven't changed at all."
At this point, Mu turned his gaze to the still-unfilled [World Bubble] structure deep within Xia Xiu's chest cavity and said to him:
"The third world bubble... While dealing with the situation at Evergreen, keep an eye out for the current turmoil in all the realms. The world bubble left by Amond about the Crimson King will emerge from all the realms around the scent. This is the best time for you to capture it."
"When you return to heaven next time, we will have finished filling the second world bubble, and the third will also be handed over to Eden to handle."
Xia Xiu smiled slightly; this is what it means to have a powerful backer.
"I will handle the encirclement and suppression by the pantheon of faiths."
His voice was neither loud nor soft: "If it is just a test and alliance between pantheons, I can handle it on my own; if it really develops to the point where the Kingdom of Heaven needs to intervene, I will choose to ask for help."
Mu looked at him and nodded.
"very good."
The two exchanged no further words.
Xia Xiu turned and left the third level, preparing to return to the myriad worlds.
Soon, he boarded the Sword-class Garden Guardian Ship, its hull resembling a sheathed longsword, silently hovering in the interstellar corridor.
Engine starts.
The space warp array lights up.
The frigate transformed into a cold white streak of light, piercing through layers of dimensional boundaries, and sailed back towards the deep battlefield of the myriad worlds.
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The Sword-class Garden Frigate travels at high speed through the Aether Channel.
The ship's outer layer is enveloped by a stable warp field, surrounded by surging subspace waves. Dark and dark blue intertwine to form a flowing sea surface, with the occasional afterimage of a star, stretched into a band of light, flashing in the distance. When the bow breaks through the ethereal membrane, it creates rings of translucent ripples, like cleaving a cold white trail in the black sea.
The lights inside the bridge remained steady, and the array emitted a low hum.
Just then, a genealogy information popped up.
A semi-transparent projection interface unfolded in front of Xia Xiu, displaying a face that was all too familiar—Turs Colbert.
The second-in-command of the courtyard administration, the number one general under Xia Xiu, the king of corporate slaves, has been handling an overwhelming amount of internal affairs and administrative planning for the courtyard since he took on the position of vice principal.
At this moment, the second-in-command's white ears were drooping, his tail was swaying restlessly behind him, and he had obvious dark circles under his eyes, looking like he had been up for three nights in a row.
“Abraham, you are my blessing.”
Tulls Colbert's tone was informal, even somewhat helpless.
“The guy you offended is buzzing around me like a fly all day long. I haven’t slept well for days while you were away.”
"If you don't come back soon, they might really make a move."
He raised his hand to rub his eyes, and his tail swung even faster.
Looking at Turs with his large eye bags, Xia Xiu had a fleeting thought for three seconds that he wanted to give this housekeeper, who had taken on an overwhelming amount of copywriting work for him, a chance to make amends.
However, considering the overwhelming amount of administrative work, he only thought about it briefly.
At that moment, he looked at the resentful fox-eared boy and replied earnestly:
"On my way, I'll be right back."
Turs raised his hand to rub his eyes, his tail swishing even faster. He got straight to the point, beginning to report the current situation to his "heartless" boss, Xia Xiu.
"The situation is like this now—those pantheons that you dealt with so badly before are now banding together to make their presence felt within the courtyard's sphere of influence."
"The commotion over there in the Astral Plane is getting bigger and bigger, especially with the Dwarven pantheon. You've really offended them. I heard that their Book of Hatred is updating your original sin at a rate of one page per day."
"The dwarven clans of the myriad worlds are now causing trouble in the Astral Plane and on the outer edges of the three planes occupied by the Court."
He raised his hand to bring up the tactical projection.
"The fleet of the Moradin lineage has already fought several rounds of fierce battles with our legion in the subordinate planes of the Gray Wilderness."
"Although the scale is not large, it is no longer a test; it's basically firing at the first sign of trouble."
He smacked his lips.
"Your son—Lionel, his Legion of Repentant Angels recently had a fierce battle with those dwarves over the occupied Mad Sky Tunnel plane. Both sides were focusing their fire on each other's flagships, and their ground forces also clashed several times. Although Lionel personally led the troops to drive out those dwarves, their troops continued to appear near the Mad Sky Tunnel crystal wall, constantly disrupting the Courtyard's construction tasks."
As Turs spoke, his tail suddenly stood up like a bristle.
"And it's not just dwarves..."
"The armed forces of other pantheons have also begun to move closer to the edge of our territory. Demigods and lesser gods are wandering around everywhere, and occasionally a few mid-level gods will pop up to make their presence known."
He shrugged.
"The feeling right now is that they're just trying to gather people."
"I suspect they're not just engaging in simple skirmishes; they're aiming for something bigger. At the very least, they want to reclaim the planes we've already occupied—not all of them, but at least one of the three outer planes."
The lights inside the bridge were quiet and steady, with the low hum of the warp drive echoing in the background.
After listening to the fox-eared boy's report, Xia Xiu did not answer immediately. Instead, he raised his right hand, gently rubbing his chin with his thumb, and his gaze swept back and forth across the tactical projection.
"The Weili unit... hasn't even deployed yet?"
His tone was unhurried, “Even those at the Crown level, which is equivalent to those with intermediate divine power, haven’t truly been deployed to the battlefield.”
He narrowed his eyes slightly.
"That means they don't want to completely ignite the situation yet."
Tulls nodded at the other end, its tail wagging more slowly.
“Yes.” He sighed. “With the three divine colossi you left behind here, plus Broly and the Mechanical Saint, two powerful units keeping an eye on things, they dare not launch a large-scale attack easily.”
He shrugged, his tone half-joking and half-serious.
"To put it bluntly, they're afraid you'll suddenly jump out."
Turs' ears twitched.
"Moreover, they don't know that you haven't been in the myriad realms at all lately. If they knew you were gone—those pantheons would have already taken the opportunity to launch a full-scale attack, directly deploying their Great Power units to wreak havoc and reclaim the plane."
Xia Xiu nodded slightly.
This is true.
The current alliance of the pantheons is merely a test and a prelude, as if they know he was absent recently and will launch an overwhelming offensive in the shortest time to reclaim at least one outer plane and rebuild morale and religious order. He remained silent for a moment, quickly deducing several possible outcomes in his mind.
"Don't rush," he said. "Have the legion leaders shrink their battle lines."
Turs paused for a moment.
"shrink?"
"Okay." Xia Xiu said calmly, "Don't take the initiative to attack, don't pursue, hold the existing nodes, and concentrate your forces on the core plane."
"After I get back, I will readjust my strategy for dealing with the pantheon based on the scale and pace of their convergence."
This is both slowing down the pace and baiting.
He wanted to see which guys were behind this, and he wanted to take this opportunity to get revenge and maybe even take over a few outer planes.
Moreover, this time the focus is on the dwarves, who love to cause trouble; he needs to give them a hard time.
These dwarfs, like the wand-wielding penguins who often slander him, love to write long essays, frequently depicting him as some heinous villain. This is utterly baseless and an insult to an angel!
They must be given a taste of the mighty iron fist of heaven.
Turs looked at him, and his tail slowly relaxed.
“Alright, I understand.” He nodded. “I will have the Legion Commander carry out your orders.”
After saying that, the genealogy information interface flashed briefly and then closed.
The bridge returned to silence.
However, less than three seconds later, a new message notification lit up at the edge of Xia Xiu's field of vision.
The second piece of information.
The newcomer was the second perfect embryo to return—Fenrir Abraham.
Xia Xiu connected with his second son's phone, and the image of the wolf boy Fenrir appeared on the other end.
His long, golden hair was still braided into a rough Viking-style braid that hung down his shoulders. His face had several battle scars that had not yet fully healed, and his eyes were as cold as a frozen lake.
A large, gray-black wolf lay quietly at his feet beside him, occasionally glancing around.
Fenrir was noticeably larger than the last time we met.
The traces left by the twenty-four holy forging surgeries did not ruin his outline; on the contrary, they made his shoulders and back broader, and his muscle lines were faintly raised under his armor, making him look like a heavy sword that had been repeatedly tempered.
"Father, I have something to report to you."
Xia Xiu looked at his second son, a warm smile appearing on his face.
"What happened at Joseph's Garden?"
His tone was relaxed, but it didn't mean he was indifferent.
"Didn't the Fenris tribe in the northern border of Nidaville already complete their migration? Only a portion of tribal soldiers and the sons of the courtyard remained as inside agents. How come—the Golden Palace has noticed?"
Fenrir shook his head.
"No."
His tone was very confident.
"The gods of the Golden Palace will not care about the movements of mortals in a remote place like the northern border of Nidaville."
"They hang high in the upper palaces, their gaze fixed only on divinity and authority. The life and death of mortals are merely topics of conversation for them when they are drinking and having fun."
"Moreover, we still carry the presence-weakening element left by you."
As he said this, his eyes darkened slightly.
“This kind of hidden Mother is difficult for even a unit of great power to detect. My legion—the Star Wolves—almost disappeared in the North. We infiltrated mining cities and border fortresses as mortals, and the Children of the Court were dispersed into caravans and mercenaries. There was no leakage of any divine fluctuations.”
He gently raised his hand, and the giant wolf beside him stood up and quietly approached.
"We have been lying in wait, awaiting orders from the courtyard."
The wind and snow were faintly visible in the distance, which appeared to be the gray mountains of northern Nidaville.
Xia Xiu's smile faded slightly.
“Since it wasn’t an exposure,” he looked at his wolf child, “then what you reported was something else?”
Fenrir nodded.
He lowered his head slightly, as if confirming some fact that should not be easily spoken, before slowly raising his gaze.
“Father, I hear the cries of my lost brother.”
Xia Xiu's gaze turned serious, and his entire demeanor became more subdued.
“You mean…” he began slowly, “that in the Garden of Joseph, there is also a lost legionary lord.”
As he spoke, his consciousness instinctively recalled all the data from the previous scan of Joseph Garden using the [Black Seal].
At that time, the feedback from [Black Mark] was extremely clear, and the only target that resonated with it was Fenrir.
Apart from that, there were no other fluctuations in the number of perfect embryos.
He paused for a moment, then quickly deduced the possible causes of this mistake.
The first possibility is that there is a blind spot in the black mark's receiving mechanism.
The second possibility is that the undetected perfect embryo was in a state of complete dormancy at the time, deliberately shutting down its own response nodes and even actively avoiding the locking frequency of the black mark.
In either case, it shows that this sixth perfect embryo was not an ordinary lost one.
Regardless of the reason, there is only one urgent task: to return the sixth perfect embryo to the courtyard.
“Tell me the details,” Xia Xiu said to Fenrir.
Fenrir took a deep breath.
"He contacted me first."
As he said this, his tone still carried a hint of barely concealed surprise.
“He contacted me directly from the Ether Ocean, using the power of the Ether…”
Fenrir's gaze seemed to transcend the bridge and the plane, looking into the deeper void.
“While I was patrolling the northern border of Nidaville at night, I suddenly sensed an extremely pure psionic energy fluctuation. I followed that fluctuation into the shallow ether, where he was waiting for me.”
"He possesses extremely strong etheric talent. The etheric void in that area is almost as if he has reconstructed it, and the flow of EVE elements presents a highly ordered structure."
“I saw his form in the ether—”
His voice was slightly lowered.
"He had long, fiery red hair that cascaded down to his shoulders like flames, and his right eye was blind, covered by a dark metal plate."
A low wolf howl escaped from the depths of Fenrir's throat, not out of hostility, but as an instinctive response of blood ties.
"He told me that he had been lying low all along."
“He said he knew he was not an ordinary person, and that he did not belong to the Golden Palace, much less to those pantheons of faith.”
Fenrir looked up.
“My brother told me that his name was Magus.”