Chapter 594: with translation of chapter title

This doesn't comply with regulations…

Robert furrowed his brow slightly.

He wasn't worried about the situation at the Space Gate's other side; rather, faced with his two brothers' voluntary request to go, Robert didn't know whether to agree immediately.

After all, Father ordered the two brothers to reach the Flying General Star Zone in Universe 03 in five days, and sending them to the Space Gate's other side might delay Father's plan.

Because the footage from the scout sentries allows a preliminary confirmation that this time's abnormal creatures, while not reaching a troublesome level and far different from the worms like Tylo, still require some time to resolve.

After these few days together, Robert can be sure that if the universe on the Space Gate's other side isn't secured, his two brothers would absolutely refuse to leave, yet Father's order forces them to go.

If that's the case…

Then his "effort" these days might go to waste; Robert doesn't want the brotherly relationship he painstakingly built to sour, causing An Na Jin and Wokan to harbor even a hint of resentment over this matter.

After all, he has "obsessive-compulsive disorder."

And wanting to finish within five days would require an extermination order, which would be unfair to the suffering compatriots and irresponsible.

He fell silent for a moment.

Finally, Robert feigned a silent sigh, nodded, and agreed: "I'll first call Father to seek his opinion; after all, you two still need to go to the Flying General Star Zone—that's your primary objective."

Having said that, Robert didn't give those two brothers time to react with their "Oh! I almost forgot the main point!" expressions; he directly waved at Vista, using his OriginalBody authority to submit a call request to Father.

He didn't wait a few seconds.

The holographic device then released specks of light, which coalesced at the center of the observation room into an image of Sui Bian seated on the golden throne.

Moreover, this one, ever since the extradimensional space became chaotic, no longer lets his son stand in for him on the golden throne; he can be considered a "model worker" emperor who stays daily in the meditation hall, and he now speaks up:

"What is it, children?"

"We greet you, Father." The three OriginalBodies said in unison.

"Hmm." Sui Bian moved his left hand, indicating no need for formalities.

"Father, Maruklag has made contact with a parallel universe, and the human compatriots there are suffering attacks from high-danger anomalous phenomena; the situation is urgent." Robert gave a brief report.

"I know." Sui Bian nodded slightly, "But with you and your extreme warriors, handling it should pose no problem…"

As he spoke, Sui Bian's gaze swept over Wokan and An Na Jin, then returned to Robert:

"It must be that your two brothers want to participate, causing you trouble, right?"

"That's right." Robert did not deny it.

"Father, we…" An Na Jin immediately wanted to say something.

But he was cut off by Sui Bian's gaze: "Out of respect for Robert's face, I'll give you another ten days; you must reach Universe 03 by May 4th, understood?"

Upon hearing that.

Wokan and An Na Jin didn't know whether to be happy or what; regardless, Father, under the elder brother's influence, permitted them to wholeheartedly slaughter the alien vermin.

They therefore nodded in assent: "Yes, Father."

"Very well, is there anything else you need to say?" Sui Bian looked at Robert.

"…" Robert shook his head to indicate no.

"Then you three brothers allocate privately; remember, do not be stingy with extermination weapons—like those vermin that use us humans as raw material to produce biological weapons, wipe them out completely, not leaving a single cell."

"Yes!"

The call ended.

The holographic image faded.

Robert then turned to Vista and issued the order: "Notify the 1st and 2nd Regiments to pick out century-veteran soldiers and immediately rush to the Space Gate, heading to the parallel Earth tentatively designated Universe 109, to first clear the abnormal creatures near the Space Gate."

"Dispatch the Engineering Corps to assist the 1st and 2nd Regiments' armored Dalian in quickly dismantling the heavy artillery units; they too shall first pass through the Space Gate and simultaneously establish a forward base on the other side as soon as possible."

"Also, summon Eve Freyni to come to me."

"Yes, Governor." Vista set about carrying out the order.

After issuing that series of instructions, Robert turned to face his two brothers: "Wokan, An Na Jin, I know you participated in the rebellion war on New Krypton, facing those superhuman-like New Kryptonians, but you must understand one point: when fighting alongside the regiment, you must obey regiment orders, got it?"

"Yes, elder brother." The two newborn OriginalBodies replied in unison.

Moreover, the two began to respect Robert from the heart, after all this elder brother could risk Father's reproach just to fulfill their request to slaughter the alien vermin.

"Hmm, as for how to kill the enemy… you don't need me to keep reminding you of those details."

"Swish——!"

As Robert's words fell, the observation room's automatic door opened simultaneously, and Eve Freyni in a blue robe strode straight to the three OriginalBodies.

"Eve Freyni, lead your unit together with my two brothers to the Space Gate to assist the 1st and 2nd Regiments in guarding against the enemy's mental attacks, if they have any.

"Second…" Robert paused here, "If you have time and energy, you shall personally coach these two brothers of mine in some practical Spiritual Energy combat techniques."

"Rest assured, I'll take care of all that." Eve Freyni chuckled, readily agreed, and added proactively: "But before that, I think your two brothers should first come with me to the armory to swap into the appropriate weapon gear."

"Hmm." Robert had no objection, then continued to urge: "You two hurry up and finish changing gear; we estimate that in twenty-five minutes we will launch a full-scale sweep of the abnormal creatures on the Space Gate's other side."

"Yes!"

Thereafter.

The two OriginalBodies whose combined age is still less than a tenth of Robert's followed the "Elf Witch" out of the observation room.

After the automatic door closed.

Robert placed his hands behind his back, unconsciously adopting Sui Bian's habitual stance, turned again to the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the researchers still dissecting the human‑scorpion hybrids, and fell into contemplation.

Over the past few days, he wholeheartedly accompanied Wokan and An Na Jin; the familial component is certainly present and definitely accounts for more than half.

But the remaining portion consists of trying as much as possible to draw close to these two newborn OriginalBodies, to ensure the empire's stability and rid Father of all destabilizing hidden dangers.

As time passes, including him among the ten elder OriginalBodies, due to their growing age they become increasingly "stubborn."

This stubbornness is not the traditional sense of refusing advice; rather, they believe their various plans and methods can solve any problem the empire faces.

Indeed, that is the case; each OriginalBody's proposal and their respective style of means indeed possess extremely high feasibility.

Over time, the bickering and arguments among the OriginalBodies began to turn subtle.

Robert still remembered what his father had said when they were young: "Child, remember, humanity's greatest enemy is never some abnormal phenomenon or evil god, but oneself; arrogance makes one unable to see oneself clearly."

Like the Limit Legion, no matter how he publicly lectured or hinted in secret, the Limit Warriors' introversion remained introverted, but that sense of "pride" could not truly be erased unless there were no personal emotions and thoughts.

Humans are such contradictory beings, possessing both nobility and baseness; even in today's highly developed, affluent society, some people still use the pretext of kindly adopting animals to secretly inflict abuse and slaughter to vent so‑called emotions.

Vaccines indeed protect humanity from the corruption of evil gods and demons, but they cannot "cure" those who are born bastards.

Thus, Robert, who had seen through humanity's nature, felt his inner pressure grow heavier as the Empire's territory expanded.

He is the eldest son of the Emperor, the elder brother of all OriginalBodies, so he must maintain relations among all legions, star sectors, and the universe.

Being close to his two brothers was no longer just the elder brother playing with the younger ones; it also laid the groundwork for Wokan and An Na Jin to later form their own legions, possess their own star sectors and universes, and engage in healthy competition with the Limit Warriors and all legions.

It seemed…

After growing up, he could never return to that time, because his father had said he would take them to the zoo, and they could be excited all night long with that "carefree" feeling.

"Governor, the advance detachments of the 1st and 2nd Battalion Headquarters are ready and are currently passing through the Space Gate."

But soon, his drifting thoughts were interrupted by Vesta's inquiry.

He regained his composure.

Robert did not speak in reply, merely nodding; after a few seconds, he slightly turned his body to look at Vesta:

"Please contact Magnus; I have a favor to ask him. Also, send the recently unearthed alien civilization artifacts to the Terra Shield as well."

"All right, Governor."

Contacting Magnus, Robert naturally hoped that the Spiritual Energy master's ninth younger brother would, after the Advance Base was built, increase the diameter of the Space Gate a bit.

Otherwise, transporting heavy load carriers and artillery, as well as some small‑scale escort ships and transports, would be a hassle.

Besides his father, only Magnus could control and link different universal Space Gates.

—

…

"Please all citizens proceed orderly to the sixth evacuation point; the fifth evacuation point has fallen. All civilians still trapped in the combat zone must quickly rendezvous with the nearest military unit. Repeat: please all…"

Between the streets, the broadcast repeated the latest situation.

"Squeak…! Squeak…!"

"Boom…! Boom…!"

Within the city, dense gunfire echoed.

Under the clear sky, men, women, old and young dressed in early‑autumn caps and long sleeves silently marched northward through the city.

At times infants' cries could be heard; at other times came the childish query, "Mom! Where are we going?"

But aside from that, it seemed there was no other major disturbance on this main thoroughfare; the atmosphere was eerily silent.

If one looked closer, one could see fatigue written on every face, their eyes filled with confusion, not knowing where to go.

Even if people were allowed to drive away, the current congestion made all vehicles crawl at a snail's pace, slower than walking.

"Maintain speed."

"Keep moving forward; we'll be out soon."

"Don't give up hope."

But when this group of people reached an intersection, the soldiers stationed there, while maintaining order, would also utter some encouraging words.

This squad numbered about thirty‑seven or thirty‑eight, likely a tactical platoon; their combat uniform was urban gray camouflage, equipped with deep‑black mechanical exoskeletons, with thick plate armor added at vital body points.

As for weapons, riflemen carried 7.62 mm bolt‑less rifles; marksmen and grenadiers had similar loadouts, while machine gunners wielded. 50 caliber weapons and also bore large ammo boxes and belts.

Possibly because they were in a relatively safe zone, the platoon's firepower was not strong—just barely adequate.

At this moment.

A machine gunner with a left‑chest nameplate reading "Yang Lin / Private First Class / Third Field Army" stood at the edge of his comrades, slightly raised his head, and gazed toward the southern part of the city.

Streams of high‑energy beams sliced across the sky.

It was the work of those "Kazlan Blues," though their military designated them as "Beam‑class," and the armed forces also uniformly labeled all anomalous creatures as "Xenos."

(Like a monkey beta, but stronger)

"Those bastards!"

Recalling how his parents and sister had been torn apart and devoured alive by the Xenos years ago, machine gunner Yang Lin felt intense hatred, wishing he could charge to the front lines now and fight alongside his comrades.

However, his current order was to hold this position, ensuring civilians' safety.

He eased up a bit.

Yang Lin drew his gaze back to the vicinity.

On the street gathered civilians of various identities, ages, and even skin tones; most were of a complexion similar to Yang Lin and the soldiers, but there were also some lighter‑skinned people, apparently refugees from Europe.

There was nothing to be done.

Today's Earth is riddled with wounds, overrun everywhere by Xenos rampaging.

"Boom!!"

Suddenly, the ground trembled with a violent roar.

?!!!

Everyone present froze at the sudden disturbance and then turned to look toward the not‑far southern side of the street.

Looking that way,

One could see that the tremendous commotion was caused by a giant scorpion about twenty meters high and long, with a width of roughly thirty‑five meters, bursting from the ground, shattering the road, and then proceeding onto this street.

Besides its huge size, it had pallid, human‑like skin; its pair of massive pincers were not its most striking feature—rather, the scorpion tail bearing a wrinkled human face, lacking eye organs but with a gaping mouth, was the most bizarre.

Seeing this…

"Is——Destroy——Class!!!!" a soldier screamed heart‑wrenchingly, breaking the moment's silence.

"Ahhh!!"

Run! Run fast!!

It seemed they were roused by the soldiers' shouts, and also seemed to recognize reality; the people who had been utterly bewildered were swiftly cloaked in fear and despair, caring about no order, and hurriedly fled north.

First squad, second squad to the top! Third squad provide cover! All machine gunners and grenade men, keep suppressing that bastard's weak spot, don't you dare be stingy with ammo!!

Yes!!

Among the crowd, only a group in gray camouflage moved against the flow, each finding the optimal spot; the three squads formed an inverted "pin" formation to launch a blocking action against the so‑called target.

But the skin of that target simply isn't something their weapons can handle…

…

Everyone, tomorrow we still have to brazenly request a day off; our big boss is treating us after work tonight.

And our big boss is truly friendly; there were a few times I didn't attend his treats before, but this time, the last meal before the New Year, I must go, can't type any more T‑T.

I'm heading home on the 17th; I don't know when everyone else is returning—maybe already home, ready to start the New Year~!

Hahaha, whatever, still thank everyone for the support!

(End of chapter)