Chapter 631: Abundant Harvest, War on Both Sides

"Thud! Thud!"

Death marks fell like rain, dropping straight from the sky.

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Seeing this strange sight, Artemis and all the divine attendants expressed their confusion.

Immediately afterward, some divine attendants tended to the wounded and unconscious companions, dozens continued to stand guard, and then four more divine attendants were assigned to accompany Artemis forward to inspect.

They approached.

"Agreement… error… cannot be corrected…"

Then they heard the death mark speak in a metallic tone, muttering something, and its body twisted violently, like the convulsions of a dying creature.

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What's the situation?

Could these guys have fallen into a logical error themselves?

Forget it.

Artemis saw no need to ponder the reason behind it, stepped forward, lifted the left foot, and stomped on that death mark.

"Crack!"

The metal chest cavity was directly crushed flat, and the limbs and head consequently burst apart and scattered.

"Deal with the remaining death marks, so that these teleporting things don't recover."

"Obey the command of the hunt goddess."

"Hiss! Hiss-hiss!"

As the order was given, the four divine attendants began efficiently administering finishing shots to all the death marks.

After eliminating the threat in this district and rescuing and evacuating all the captives, the group of "gods" continued onward, preparing to meet up with the Third Assault Company of the Dark Crow Guard's 2nd Battalion, then proceed to the earlier necropolis that used humans for experiments to rescue more captured compatriots.

Little did they know, it wasn't just the undead in this area experiencing a "crash"—the entire metropolitan area, and indeed the whole Morning Star, were encountering similar conditions.

As for the source of all this, it was actually caused single-handedly by the Plague Doctor and Talaxin.

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Not long ago.

The inner world of the Emperor's Shadow.

This side of the central lawn of the base building complex.

"Swish!"

A blue light sphere representing teleportation appeared out of nowhere.

After the light sphere dissipated, the pitch-black Kelakesi brought Zelas and six severely wounded reservists, teleporting to this location.

Upon seeing the OriginalBody return, the medics who had long been waiting here, their powered armor painted white, immediately stepped forward to rescue the six comrades lying on the grass.

"This injury is severe; amputation must be performed on the spot to prevent necrosis of the remaining tissue."

One of the medics, half-squatting, immediately deployed the electric bone saw on their right arm, while the left arm extended a syringe filled with green transparent liquid.

Then the medic first inserted the needle through the reservist's eye corner into the body, injecting medical nanobots with greater power, higher efficiency, and an "attack" capability, then……

"Buzz~!!!"

The noise of the rapidly spinning chain reverberated across this lawn.

The electric bone saw… to be honest, it actually possesses a disintegration field and is more expensive than a battalion-level chain sword…… medical equipment.

In theory it could be used on the battlefield to kill enemies, but the medics are reluctant to use their "precious tools" to slaughter blood‑smelling aliens and heretics.

Only saw the electric bone saw, under the medic's control, gradually approach the reservist's left forearm, closer… closer…

"Sizzle!"

The sharp chain easily cut through skin, flesh, and even bone.

At the moment the cut was completed, the previously injected medical nanobots, together with the reservist's innate robots that clear "foreigners", instantly completed scabbing and hemostasis, with new flesh even beginning to grow.

And the medic's reason for amputating the comrade's arm was that they found the undead nanoworms had corroded the left arm, and given the comrade's severe injuries, they had no choice but to "sacrifice the chariot to save the commander".

However, the amputation is only temporary; first they stabilized the comrade's condition, then the medic stood up, released a gravity field, and smoothly lifted and transferred the reservist to a specialized medical bay.

Then they would place it into the Astate-exclusive medical chamber, and before long, a "brand‑new" left arm would grow back.

And Kelakesi?

This OriginalBody, after handing over the wounded to the medic, immediately reactivated the teleportation and flashed back to the Plague Doctor's laboratory.

"Ah~! As expected of you, kid—you've always been reliable! Quick! Quick! Bring that patient up onto the table! I can't wait any longer!"

Upon returning to the laboratory, Kelakesi immediately heard the Plague Doctor's distinctive voice uttering those short‑tempered words.

Just look—the Plague Doctor, clad in a white medical coat and white gloves, was rapidly patting the operating table, signaling Kelakesi to quickly place the remaining piece of Zelas onto it.

Not only the Plague Doctor, and the "grease‑monkey"-like technicians, but even the Talaxin with a metallic skeleton donned a white medical coat, white gloves, and even a mask, revealing only hollow eyes glowing with a faint green light.

And what left the OriginalBody speechless was that Talaxin and the Plague Doctor stood facing each other, both gesturing for Kelakesi to hurry.

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Seeing this, Kelakesi only felt a headache.

Having one Plague Doctor is already enough of a "troublesome" affair—who knew the newly arrived necromancer overlord would be… the Plague Doctor's "metal version".

This always gives him the feeling of looking after elderly family members, when the elder brings along a partner with a completely different temperament and says, "Kid! You'll be in charge of food and daily life for these few days!"—a sense of déjà vu.

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Kelakesi let out a quiet sigh without changing expression, then said nothing more, slowly stepped forward and placed the remaining half of Zelas onto the operating table.

At the same time, after confirming that the operating table had released a special confinement field, Kelakesi then deactivated the stagnation field from their armor, and moved away from the table to continue "watching the show".

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From stasis to confinement, ZeLaSi instantly regained "clarity".

One moment it was clearly still in its private chamber; the next it found itself in a brightly lit, tidy human laboratory, and most importantly, it was being watched by a bunch of strange fellows!

What a disgrace!

ZeLaSi was raging, but the current situation led its logical mind to deduce the optimal response: run.

However, when ZeLaSi tried to shed this already useless metallic body, it found it impossible, as if countless firewalls blocked every pathway…

It could not possibly be Human Empire technology!

During the period when the tombs revived and seized aerial and orbital control of Morning Star, ZeLaSi had clashed with a battalion‑level AI.

The result was that ZeLaSi easily defeated it, simultaneously causing the complete collapse of Morning Star's human communications.

No…

From the outset, Kelakesi's ability to emit a stasis of necrotic technology and bring it here indicates a traitor among their death spirits.

"Hey, stop using that god‑complex brain of yours to think… oh no, that's not a brain, it's a logic program, my mistake, my mistake."

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Hearing that familiar tone, ZeLaSi, whose logic was already somewhat scrambled, finally noticed that among the onlookers was a fellow…

…the one it despised.

"The Endless TaLaXin…" ZeLaSi's head twitched, fireworks and smoke spouting from the seams; even having abandoned its flesh and soul, this necrotic overlord still felt…

"You, why did you betray?!"

"Betray?" TaLaXin ripped off his mask. "If it weren't for your assistance and your god‑complex selfishness, I would have rested long ago. Why would I roam collecting items to compensate for endless cold and emptiness?"

"Ha, you all are merely… on my path to godhood…"

"Whatever god‑or‑not, shut up." The impatient plague doctor cut off ZeLaSi's pompous words, pulling a small bone saw and a massive pair of scissors from a black pouch, then instructed the technicians:

"Quick, get that thing out; if we don't use it, it'll expire."

"Yes, doctor."

Receiving the order, several technicians stepped away, but soon pushed a base‑mounted anti‑gravity refrigeration unit back to the operating table.

A technician unlocked it.

With a "Qi~" sound, the seal lifted; cold air meeting room temperature began to condense into fine droplets, like a white mist leaking through the gaps.

When the technicians fully removed the seal, everyone finally saw what lay inside the fridge: a body…

Precisely, it was a humanoid construct lacking any consciousness or soul.

Its form was extremely gaunt and hunchbacked, with no distinct nose bridge, utterly unlike human or Viliin aesthetics, comparable to the Ti Pu aberrations exterminated by the United Government over a century ago.

In fact, the Dark Crow Guard's accompanying technicians, by reverse‑engineering several eradicated necrotic tombs, gathered intel and also obtained partial Dreaded genetic data.

Even though Space Death Spirits know their bodies vanished tens of millions of years ago, many nobles and high‑ranking individuals still selfishly stored detailed bodily data, hoping to someday restore them.

Both Space Death Spirits and the Human Empire represent the physical ceiling of the material universe, yet each excels in its own domain; in pure biotech, the Human Empire is confident it can surpass most, even the entire cosmos.

After all, the Human Empire's predecessor was Umbrella, which specialized in "playing" with viruses and creating G‑glands.

After countless millennia, the necrotic tombs and dynasties visited by the Dark Crow Guard lost complete genetic records, yet the accompanying technicians used what remained to successfully cultivate a Dreaded without consciousness or soul.

That is the one placed in the fridge.

"Ah… it really is… hehe…" TaLaXin couldn't help but sigh upon seeing the body.

Although its memory storage remains intact, its appearance in life has long become blurred, even forgotten.

Seeing the Dreaded again, TaLaXin always feels an indescribable "emotion"?

"It" cannot articulate precisely, but using its understanding of humans as a metaphor, it's like a person who died mid‑surgery yet the soul stands beside the corpse.

Of course, TaLaXin does not blame humanity for attempting to cultivate the Dreaded; after all, "it" still hopes to die with human tech and the plague doctor's help…

Immediately, the plague doctor and TaLaXin simultaneously raised their hands.

One, using a unique ability, attempted to transfer ZeLaSi's "consciousness" into the Dreaded's body; the other employed necrotic technology to assist, then used ZeLaSi as a terminal to issue bizarre commands to all death spirits on Morning Star, causing them mental chaos.

The most "intrusive" part was that the two, coincidentally, let out a "hehehe" laugh.

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"What are you doing to me??!!" ZeLaSi shouted angrily.

But turned into a human‑like metal mummy, with a necrotic‑tech confinement field, ZeLaSi had nowhere to hide, forced to watch bone saws, scissors, and metal arms approach.

Then…

Squeak!!!

Snip… crack!!

Boom! Bang!

A strange series of noises reverberated through the laboratory.

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Seeing the scene, even Kelakesi felt a chill down his spine, then turned and left the lab, letting the two odd "elders" tinker away.

Afterward, Kelakesi teleported back to the control room, continuing to command forces to resolve the Morning Star crisis.

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When the supreme ruler of the necrotic dynasty on Morning Star—ZeLaSi, now a human captive—combined with TaLaXin's erroneous command, the death‑spirit side fell into disarray.

The previously tense situation reversed in an instant.

Without unified command and with the faulty orders, the various lords were at a loss.

Thus, the Dark Crow Guard fleet, with the Shield World as its flagship, effortlessly shattered the death‑spirit fleet, destroying roughly ninety percent.

The remaining ten percent, led by self‑serving lords preserving their strength, fled the sector, returning near‑Earth orbital control of Morning Star to humanity.

As for ground combat, it was equally effortless.

Originally lacking air and orbital support, and with ground troops fighting independently, they encountered little resistance; the overwhelming majority of the undead, like the ambush on Artemis and the divine servants' death marks, fell into chaotic convulsions on the ground.

Seeing this, the Empire troops, already suppressing their emotions, along with the armed civilians, immediately prepared to retake their homes and launched a swift counterattack.

The undead armies and tombs led by lords could still operate normally, but when faced with humans who held air superiority and orbital control, the only final outcome was being "forced to be scrapped."

From Morning Star suffering the revival of undead tombs, to the main support of the Dark Crow Guard, and finally fully stabilizing the situation, it took a total of four days.

Four days may seem long, but Morning Star is nonetheless one of the economic centers of the Zero Three Universe, so the Dark Crow Guard scarcely used orbital cannons; otherwise, while annihilating the undead, the bombardment would have razed the infrastructure, making it a loss.

And the Morning Star campaign, set in the current Zero Three Universe, was a perfectly ordinary event; the only abnormal aspect might be the involvement of the OriginalBody and Shield World.

As the OriginalBody commanding the Morning Star campaign, Kelakesi nevertheless obtained extraordinarily extraordinary "spoils."

First came a large amount of undead technology—such as five‑dimensional spatial teleportation, temporal stasis, and so on—yielding a rich haul, yet still insufficient to affect the overall expedition landscape,

In fact, what truly swayed the war's outcome was Kelakesi's acquisition of numerous critical intelligence.

For example, the Brilliant Star Map…

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(End of Chapter)