Chapter 15

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Protagonist:

Xuan Ge

Luofu Xian Zhou, Shence General's Mansion.

Jing Yuan sat on that spacious, comfortable General's Chair of his, yet one he always managed to sit in with a somewhat lazy air.

Several light screens floated before him, processing political documents from all sides.

But at this moment, his attention was obviously not on those boring files.

A single light screen unfolded to his right, playing a scene utterly at odds with this tranquil mansion — warfire, gunsmoke, flashing explosions of energy, and deafening sounds of slaughter.

The perspective of the footage shook somewhat, clearly coming from moving recording equipment; occasionally the edge of a Xianzhou armor plate, stained with unknown filth, could be seen sweeping rapidly past the lens.

This was Xuan Ge's "live broadcast."

The reason was high-sounding: "Display Xianzhou military might, deter potential villains, and incidentally boost viewership for the Interstellar Peace Corporation's news channel."

Jing Yuan saw Shen Wu soldiers one by one with red light blazing in their eyes, just like his mother entering the Mo Yin Body state, red-eyed chasing Abominations of Abundance to hack at them.

"Hello, audience friends! This is the Universal Frontier Channel under the Interstellar Peace Corporation, I am war correspondent Lena Cole!"

A female voice striving to remain calm, yet with a trace of tension and excitement audible, rang out from outside the frame, accompanied by somewhat rapid breathing.

The camera panned, and a female reporter wearing a light protective suit, hair tied in a neat ponytail, appeared in the frame.

Her face was smudged with a bit of dust; the background was energy beams constantly streaking across the sky and pillars of explosion smoke rising in the distance.

"The position we are currently at is the forward observation point of the northern theater on Planet Lia Lan Du!

As everyone can see, what is proceeding behind me right now is precisely the final cleansing operation launched by the Xianzhou Alliance's Shen Wu Army against the remnant swarms of the Borisin invading this star system!"

She spoke very fast, having to dodge the occasional stray arrow or debris grazing overhead while also striving to match the footage and description.

"We can see that the Shen Wu Army's offensive is extremely..... uh, swift and fierce. Their tactical execution and individual combat quality..... um..... "

Reporter Lena obviously wanted to find more professional, more news-anchor-like vocabulary to describe it, but the scene before her eyes clearly exceeded her conventional war reporting experience.

She had just seen a Shen Wu soldier, because a severed Borisin hand got stuck in the gap of his armor and he found it in the way, actually perform an extremely neat tactical doffing of armor right there on the spot.

He threw that heavy breastplate along with the severed hand onto the ground with a "clang," then grabbed his weapon, bare-chested, and roared as he charged into the even more chaotic enemy formation ahead.....

"..... From this it can be seen, the Shen Wu Army's equipment..... um, is very advanced and..... modular, convenient for rapid adjustment."

She forcibly rounded it back, wiping sweat from her temple: "At the same time, we must also be clear that the Shen Wu Xian Zhou, as a comparatively.....

Um..... special military force within the Xianzhou Alliance, its equipment level and personnel quality also belong to the top tier within the Alliance, the absolute main force for responding to this type of sudden, high-intensity conflict..... "

Her gaze searched amidst the chaotic battlefield, trying to find a more suitable interview subject, one who didn't look quite so "berserk."

Soon, she discovered a soldier who, relative to the others, appeared "calm" by just a tiny bit.

Opportunity!

Reporter Lena's eyes lit up, she immediately signaled the cameraman to follow, and trotted over herself, striving to make her voice sound amiable and professional:

"This Military Lord! Please wait a moment! We are the Interstellar Peace Corporation war reporting team, would it be convenient to delay you one minute for a brief..... "

Her words couldn't finish.

That soldier turned his head. His helmet face mask was already flipped up, revealing a young face covered in sweat and several fresh bloodstains.

The red light in his eyes had not yet fully faded; his gaze toward the camera and reporter held none of the unease or curiosity of an ordinary person being interviewed, only a kind of annoyed impatience at being disturbed.

And..... a kind of urgency to convey something.

He simply didn't hear clearly what the female reporter said after that, directly waving a big hand to interrupt her, then facing the pitch-black camera lens, declared in a loud voice:

"My General said!"

His voice was resonant, even pressing down the explosion sounds not far away.

"Abominations of Abundance, you guys are just a bunch of Bei Bi!"

"Dare run wild on Xianzhou, your head cover is designated to be plucked clean by me! Hear that?"

"Dare violate Xianzhou borders, designated no good fruit for you to eat!"

He paused, as if feeling the force wasn't enough, then viciously added another sentence, even making a forward kicking motion:

"Even that bit of Abundance Power of yours, I'll kick it off the line! However many come, that many I'll clean up!"

Finished speaking, he seemed to have completed an important mission.

The soldier no longer looked at the dumbstruck female reporter and camera, turned around, took a deep breath, the red light in his eyes flaring once more, and roared as he killed his way back into that purgatory of metal and flesh colliding.

The camera shook violently, as if the cameraman's hand also trembled from this sudden "interview."

Reporter Lena froze in place, opened her mouth, half a day unable to speak.

The livestream fell into brief silence, or a screen full of "???" bullet comments.

Xu Ling Xian Zhou, Yuan Shuai Fu.

Marshal Hua sat in her position, the light screen before her likewise playing the Universal Frontier's live footage.

When that Shen Wu soldier, facing the whole universe's audience, righteously and roundly roared "pluck your head cover clean" and "kick Abundance Power off the line".....

The Xianzhou Marshal, always known for calm profundity, rarely, extremely obviously..... raised her hand, using her knuckles to press heavily on her own temple.

Then, she turned her face slightly to the side, closed her eyes.

Pain.

Although the war situation was one-sidedly excellent, the Shen Wu Army crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood, perfectly displaying the Xianzhou Alliance's powerful military might, forming effective deterrence against potential enemies.....

But.

But can't you dispatch a few people who are even slightly..... have a bit of cultural literacy, understand a bit of diplomatic rhetoric, to deal with reporters?!

"Pluck head cover clean" is which place's dialect?!

"Abundance Power kicking open the line" — what kind of metaphor is that?!

Is Abundance Power some brand of clothing? It can even kick open the line?!

She shouldn't have been soft-hearted back then, agreeing to Xuan Ge's absurd request for a "live display of military might"!

Now it's done — military might was displayed, and the Xianzhou Alliance's "art style" has also been deeply engraved into the minds of viewers across the entire universe in an unexpected way.

Luofu Xian Zhou, Shen Ce Fu.

After a brief moment of stunned stillness, Jing Yuan suddenly burst into a loud, unrestrained, thoroughly satisfying laugh, making no attempt to hide it.

"Hahahahaha——!!"

He laughed until he nearly fell off his chair, steadying himself only by gripping the table edge with one hand.

These words, this flavor — no need to guess, a hundred percent it was personally taught by that living treasure Xuan Ge!

Maybe it was even a "slogan" he shouted while slamming the table at a pre-battle mobilization meeting, memorized to the letter by these literal-minded soldiers and executed as the highest order.

Deep in the Sui Xing Dai, Xing Xiao's Xing Kong Qin Gong.

A pure white figure stood silently amid boundless darkness and false starlight; the light screen floating before her was likewise broadcasting the "live feed" from Lia Lan Du.

She naturally also knew that those vulgar yet lethally damaging "ruthless lines" came one hundred percent from the mouth of that damnable Divine Might General.

Only he could take a solemn war and the Vidyadhara's mission and turn them into this laughable, street-level bandit vibe.

Starlight at the edge of the bedchamber distorted slightly, and three more figures emerged like ghosts, soundlessly appearing — some standing, some leaning — their gazes all fixed on the same light screen.

Monarchs of Destruction — Fen Feng, Gui Ji, Huan Long.

On the light screen, the frontline battlefield footage rarely showed Xuan Ge himself.

He usually held the center, or appeared at the most critical, most dangerous breach.

But here, besides Xing Xiao, Fen Feng was the one who had truly crossed hands with Xuan Ge and suffered a loss.

Fen Feng is high left-hand damage, high right-hand damage.

Xuan Ge is high left-hand stats, weird right-hand mechanics.

Same old saying: if you want to arm-wrestle the Divine Might General, you need two Envoys to move against him before you can fight the Divine Might General.

Fen Feng suffered a huge loss back then due to information asymmetry, lacking effective understanding and counters to the power of causality, and was nearly nailed to death by a single spear.

Loss is loss, but he wasn't entirely without gains.

At least, the Monarchs clearly identified an obvious weak point of Xuan Ge — Xing Xiao.

This former Harmony Envoy, now a Destruction Monarch, has causality entwined around her that makes her the target Xuan Ge least wants, and least can truly strike with killing intent.

This restraint stems from the rule level, not a strength gap.

Once Xuan Ge inflicts damage on Xing Xiao, it would directly act upon the Harmony Aeon itself.

Then Na Nu would look: "Whose baby is this awesome, able to hurt an Aeon!"

Next second: Na Nu: "Family, I picked up a cat, he wants to come home with me."

Huan Long watched the livestream for a while, her gaze moving away from those fierce Shen Wu soldiers on the screen, slowly turning toward the few "colleagues" beside her.

Her eyes swirled with bewitching calculation; red lips parted slightly, voice lazy and tinged with provocation:

"Right now, the Divine Might General is personally at the Lia Lan Du battlefield, far from his lair. Inside Shen Wu Xian Zhou, defenses are bound to be empty....."

Her gaze swept over Fen Feng, Gui Ji in turn, finally landing on Xing Xiao's profile.

"..... Such a fine opportunity — among you, does no one want to..... make a move? For instance, send that arrogant General a surprise gift?"

Gui Ji's head, like a die slowly rotating continuously, turned toward Huan Long.

Though he could make no distinct expression, the silent thought-wave ripples radiating from him clearly conveyed an emotion nearly like "are you kidding me":

"Not bro, you wouldn't actually be a mole sent by the Vidyadhara side, would you?"

"Destruction's layout and tempo — right now is fundamentally not the time for full escalation and conflict with the Xianzhou, especially not the time to actively provoke this madman Xuan Ge."

"Even if you really cornered Xuan Ge, who can guarantee he won't, before completely perishing or falling, drag enough 'cushions' down with him?"

"Not to mention, if he truly became the 'Destruction Divine Might', the first ones with a headache would probably be them, the current Monarchs of Destruction."

Still, watching the show is one of Gui Ji's natures.

He looked at Fen Feng beside him, like a silent volcano, and transmitted a slow, leisurely thought as if afraid the world wasn't chaotic enough:

"Fen Feng, Huan Long's meaning..... isn't it quite clear?"

The pips on his "die" seemed to flash, as if smiling.

"Here, when it comes to instant destructive power and siege-breaking ability, you're the one most skilled at a one-hit kill.

That Shen Wu Xian Zhou, large as it is, to you is just a matter of expending a bit more effort, right?"

The pure white Destruction aura, seemingly capable of burning souls, coiling around Fen Feng pulsed almost imperceptibly.

He had just been seriously wondering whether Huan Long truly had ulterior motives.

Now with Gui Ji putting it that way, he immediately felt that perhaps only he was still seriously contemplating the way of practicing Destruction.

The other two — one purely wants to watch the drama, one..... motives suspicious.

He gave no response, silently vanishing into the starry background of the bedchamber.

Attitude clear: whoever wants to go, goes.

Huan Long was not the least bit surprised by Fen Feng's departure, even somewhat satisfied.

One less potential troublemaker.

Her gaze finally settled on that pure white figure who had been the calmest from start to finish, and also the most critical.

Xing Xiao.

How would she choose?

Under the slightly surprised gazes of Huan Long and Gui Ji, Xing Xiao..... gave a slight nod.

She actually..... agreed to Huan Long's obviously ill-intentioned proposal?

A flash of brilliance flickered in Huan Long's eyes, and the rotation speed of the Return to Silence "Dice" even slowed by a beat.

However, the words Xing Xiao spoke next caused the temperature inside the bedchamber to seem to plummet several degrees.

She slowly turned her head, the "gaze" behind the star ring seemingly piercing through the light, landing on Huan Long's face, which held astonishment amid its bewitching charm.

The corner of her lips curled upward, almost imperceptibly, into a tiny, cold arc.

Her voice was clear and crisp, like colliding ice crystals:

"Huan Long."

She paused, her tone flat, yet carrying an undeniable, near-commanding air.

"I order you, one person, split into three routes."

She extended three slender, fair fingers, pointing lightly into the Void.

"Go destroy the Shen Wu Xian Zhou. With a sufficiently magnificent annihilation, present to the Fu Shang Zhi Shen a brand-new canvas named the End."

One person, split into three routes?

And it has to be fought "magnificently"?

The bewitching smile on Huan Long's face froze instantly, her light brown eyes narrowing slightly, dangerous light flashing within them.

She looked at Xing Xiao, barely able to control the Destruction Power within her body.

If not for the fact she couldn't beat Xing Xiao, she really wanted to.....

Seeing this, Gui Ji retreated a step backward, extremely decisively and without a sound.

He raised a hand, lightly pressing down the brim of the black Gift Hat atop his head that was forever spotless.

Then, his figure faded and dissipated rapidly, like ink dropped into water.

Slipped away, slipped away.

The "friendly exchange" and "task assignment" between female colleagues — a gentleman like him had better not meddle.

Inside the Xing Kong Qin Gong, only Xing Xiao and Huan Long remained once more, the latter's complexion shifting unpredictably, her chest rising and falling slightly with her breath.

Xing Xiao no longer looked at her, turning her gaze back to that light screen still broadcasting the battlefield's clamor.