Chapter 413: with translation of chapter title

Golden portal??

Not to mention the battalion commanders of the primary universe, even Hirosa knows that the golden, blazingly bright radiance is the Spiritual Energy manifestation of the Lord of Humanity.

But…

Why is it a portal?

In low Earth orbit around Shensheng Tala, the primary universe's vessels are abundant; using airdrops, transport and teleportation, they can dispatch hundreds of millions of combat personnel to the surface within a short time.

Clarifying this key point, Hirosa speculated that the Lord of Humanity is Helusi Luperkarl, and after opening a portal that shattered reality and void, as a countermeasure, also opened a portal linking other universes to send more reinforcements to Shensheng Tala.

It wasn't only Hirosa who guessed so; Morok and the other three battalion commanders thought the same, and this explanation is the most reasonable.

Moreover, the golden portal is not a single one; in the middle of the gorge they occupy, four golden light spheres first appeared, followed by four "small‑size" portals about five hundred meters in diameter.

When the so‑called "reinforcements" passed through the four golden portals and set foot on Shensheng Tala's ground, Hirosa, Morok and the three battalion commanders finally realized that their previous guesses and analyses were completely off‑track.

Hirosa turned his gaze to the left, toward the nearest portal, where the shape of the "reinforcements" could be clearly observed.

Countless "people" in haphazard, random clothing and weaponry were seen, as if waiting for a long time, mustering all their strength to burst out of the portal and charge at the demon army.

Upon closer inspection, among the crowd were Mobile Task Force troops wearing antique Umbrella Mechanical exoskeletons and wielding MA5B assault rifles, Krieg equipped with early‑stage TPS Power Armor and M41A pulse rifles, as well as UNSC Army, Marine, Airborne and Special Command staff members dressed in uniforms and gear from decades ago.

The most noticeable thing to ordinary eyes is that these "people" who seem to have traveled back from history have no tangible bodies, appearing vague and translucent, yet enveloped in golden light.

At that moment, an old colonel clad in a TPS commander‑type Power Armor, holding an eighty‑year‑old model laser micro‑cannon in his left hand and a military canteen pouring an unknown liquid into his mouth with his right, sauntered out of the portal, looked up at the floating bull‑headed demon Kaharlund, and in a genuine Russian accent quipped:

"Tsk, I'm having a great time drinking! So it's you little thing causing trouble? Suka! Fill it up for me! Let the demons see what real war looks like!!"

"Yes! Colonel!"

As soon as the old colonel finished speaking, the millions—perhaps tens of millions—of combat personnel behind him shouted in unison, immediately carrying out his orders, ready to stage a real "war show" for the demons.

Among the combatants, the light infantry kept charging, sprinting past the main forces of Shadow Moon Grey Wolf, Sparta and Glory Iron Fist, their muzzles aimed at the equally stunned demon army as they pulled the triggers…

"Tadadada!!" gunfire roared.

A high‑energy beam of flickering golden radiance streaked across the battlefield, instantly piercing and melting the massive demons in the front line.

"Roar!!" an extremely painful howl echoed throughout the gorge.

The demons struck by the concentrated golden beams froze instantly, immobilized, and their bodies rapidly collapsed from the inside out; in the blink of an eye they turned into tiny, void‑like golden particles that drifted away with the wind, vanishing without a trace.

At this moment, the heavy‑armed troops equipped with old‑model CMC Power Armor chose to stay put, assume a stance, open the small missile launch bays mounted on their backs, adjust the angles, and fire their missiles.

"Swish! Swish!"

A dense swarm of slender missiles trailed golden flames across the sky, uniformly covering the demon army at the forefront.

"Boom! Boom!" violent explosions followed.

The golden fireball devoured every demon within the blast radius; interspersed golden lightning, shockwave mushroom clouds and pressure waves swept outward, and any demon they touched turned into tiny particles.

Moreover, the "people" who stepped onto Shensheng Tala through the portal, vague and cloaked in golden radiance, were far more efficient at annihilating enemies—especially demons—than the expeditionary force.

Soul‑flight and annihilation is the best metaphor.

As long as a demon suffers even a trace of these "people's" attack, it will be reduced to ash, leaving no room for even the slightest resistance.

From a demon's perspective, or even within the low, middle and high‑tier demon cognizance, this extremely "underhanded" attack method seems only possible by that over‑protective, equally "rascal" Lord of Humanity—

Sui Bian!

Kaharlund, the great demon, ceased his boisterous laughter; although his twisted visage is indecipherable to human eyes and aesthetics, his aura and Spiritual Energy fluctuations reveal that the bull‑headed demon is not in a good mood.

Unlike ordinary demons who harbor extreme fear of Sui Bian, it merely finds him difficult to handle, thus abandoning the notion of mocking humanity and preparing to take him seriously.

It is certainly confident, for after all, when the Olympian gods rashly invaded the Void and were crushed by the great demon that repelled the joint assault of Zeus, Poseidon and Hades, that demon was Kaharlund.

Moreover, it is not only this single great demon that set foot on Shensheng Tala, but a full thirty‑six!

All the forsaken evil gods united, continuously Blessing and favoring Helusi Luperkarl, also helped this new human emperor briefly break the shackles of reality and void, dispatching an incalculable legion of demons.

Even though their power and Spiritual Energy are greatly weakened and constrained upon entering the material universe, no matter how strong the Lord of Humanity is, he cannot simultaneously contend with thirty.

As for Hirosa, Morok and the three battalion commanders, they had no mind to ponder Kaharlund's thoughts or the Void's scheme; they were more concerned with the reinforcements.

Initially, Hirosa and the others speculated that the reinforcements might come from the primary universe, or from the 0‑2 universe with a population of forty‑five trillion, but in reality…

The reinforcements that rushed to aid them were not human at all!

Hirosa was fine, but Morok and the three battalion commanders, whose average age exceeds 170 years, recognized that the booming‑voiced, Russian‑accented old colonel was the hero celebrated by the primary universe as a heroic martyr: Andrei Alexeyevich Ivanovskyi.

The combat units under Andrei's command were also the hunter units under that colonel, as well as the Kapran Planetary Defense Force—who chose to burn alongside the demons so that surviving men, women, children and the elderly could evacuate the combat zone—entirely sacrificing themselves; this force included UNSC, reserves, and the 13th Battalion of the Space Wild Wolves.

The Mobile Task Force, Krieg and other "old‑timers" were also warriors who fell tragically while confronting anomalies, alien species and evil‑god demons.

Take the Mobile Task Force, for example; they never had the chance to witness humanity's current grandeur, as their deaths and sacrifices occurred mainly in the late 20th and early 21st centuries.

Nevertheless, when the Mobile Task Force perished, they bore no resentment or hatred, because they knew their struggle aimed to grant humanity a life unafraid of evil gods, xenomorphs and all hostile forces.

To be selfish, the Mobile Task Force fought so that their loved ones could enjoy a better life; there was no room for grievance.

Regret certainly existed: they could not partake in humanity's gradual strengthening, its "evolution," nor could they control or eliminate more of the scum; in hindsight, it feels a pity.

In fact, these people who have long become history were not resurrected but were "awakened" by Sui Bian.

Before the expeditionary force launched a full‑scale ground war on Shensheng Tala, Sui Bian had reminded White Empress that if she sensed a surge in chaotic Spiritual Energy and Void reactions, he would "appropriately" intervene.

If nothing abnormal occurred, with smooth sailing, Sui Bian would naturally not intervene, but the current situation precisely matched his conditions for interference.

To avoid releasing Spiritual Energy and thereby repeating the previous "one‑hit eradication" effect that dampened children's enthusiasm to join the spectacle, Sui Bian chose to "awaken" the heroic souls of the warriors who had fallen fighting for humanity.

Indeed, Andrei, the Kapran Defense Force, Krieg, and the Mobile Task Force—these "people"—are essentially souls.

Commonly called "ghosts".

The region where these heroic souls slumber is a gathering place of evil‑god demons, also the most chaotic, most primordial Void.

Although discussions of the Void often invoke extreme negativity, do not forget that another name for the Void is the "Sea of Souls," the vast ocean where beings of the material universe, after losing their flesh, return their souls to the primordial void to slumber.

Emotions and desires gave rise to evil gods and demons, but these instinct‑driven entities cannot fully represent the Void.

Thus, Sui Bian and his ninth son Magnus spent over 140 years studying, analyzing and researching the Void, and inadvertently learned how to awaken heroic souls through… "magic"?

Only the term "magic" aptly describes Sui Bian's act of pulling Andrei and those dead from the Void back into reality.

If one searches carefully, among the hundreds of millions of heroic souls gathered in the gorge, one can find Lin Shunsheng, who single‑handedly eradicated the "aberration" species and overloaded a nuclear fusion reactor for his wife and children, as well as a group of "Sparta" clad in Terminator Power Armor painted matte green and black, wielding power spears and round shields.

?!

Seeing that group of 'Sparta Terminators' for a moment, Moluoke, who dislikes revealing too much emotion and is rather taciturn, actually sounded excited in his metallic voice, loudly calling out: "Sartu! My brother!"

Speaking, Moluoke couldn't hold back and led Sparta's 12th Battalion to continue charging, while eliminating the remnants of the traitors and approaching the 'Sparta' that was about to clash with the demon army.

The reason for Moluoke's excitement was that the true identity of that group of 'Sparta' was Sartu·Demetrius, commander of Sparta's 16th Battalion killed by Abaddon in the Dianka Campaign, together with the veteran soldiers of the 1st Company, 1st Platoon of the 16th Battalion.

Moluoke and Sartu were selected the same year, implanted with G-glands to serve as Astate adepts, and they trained, studied, and lived together.

Moluoke excelled at assault, while Sartu handled management and command—one literary, one martial—giving them superb rapport, and the G-glands made them as close as biological brothers.

So when Moluoke learned that Sartu, in order to reduce casualties in the Dianka Campaign and turn the tide, chose to assault Abaddon's flagship but, lacking personal martial prowess compared to Abaddon, ended up being beheaded, the 12th Battalion commander whose physique and height seemed mutated became silent and taciturn, and when facing traitors he also became especially brutal.

I never thought I could ever reunite with my brother—who would have imagined that my brother would appear before my eyes, "resurrected from the dead"?!

Pfft!

Bang!!

The ebony spear impaled every Steel Warrior blocking the way, the giant shield hammer flew and smashed any demon creature daring to step forward to die; soon, Moluoke broke away from the 12th Battalion's main force again, alone cutting through the remnants of the traitors' position and rushing to the side of Sartu and the others referred to as "people".

"Brother!" Moluoke was overcome with excitement.

"..." Sartu, however, remained silent.

?

Seeing his brother silent, Moluoke puzzledly said: "Brother, it's me! Astertyrion!"

"Brother..." Sartu finally replied: "I am heeding my father's call to end my slumber, to assist you, to assist the expeditionary force in crushing the demons and traitors; once everything is over, I will ultimately return my soul to the ocean to continue sleeping."

Hearing this, Moluoke finally understood that his brother was not resurrected from the dead, but merely making a temporary return.

"Haha! I know!" Moluoke also gave a carefree laugh without overthinking it, planted his ebony spear in the ground, freed his right hand, opened his palm, made an inviting gesture, and said resignedly:

"Brother, let us fight side by side once again!"

"Of course." Sartu also planted his power spear in the ground, freed his right hand, and clasped hands with Moluoke.

Next, the two brothers, who had been one literary and one martial since their adept days, once again—and for the last time—led their subordinates in joint combat, efficiently eliminating all traitors and demons within sight.

As for Xiluosa, on this side...

Receiving the aid of heroic warrior spirits was certainly a great morale boost, worthy of celebration, but when he gazed from afar at the scene of Moluoke and Sartu brothers reuniting, deep inside he always felt a hint of sorrow.

To be honest, Xiluosa also hoped to reunite once more with those who had embarked on the expedition together, facing various hostile alien forms, and later chose to be loyal to the Emperor.

But how could that be possible?

Whether it was Andre, Lin Shunsheng and the Defense Force, or Sartu and a row of veterans, those coming to support were the heroic spirits of the main universe; even if the Master of Humanity were all-powerful, he should also be unable to intervene in their universe.

However…

"For the Emperor!"

"OriginalBody above, for your and the Emperor's glory!"

"Not failing the blood of Shengjilesi!"

And so on, various familiar battle cries continued without cease.

(End of chapter)