Chapter 159: The Noen Envoy

Who?

The Imperial Guard?

Dead already?!

Not to mention Fanluosi, Xiulun and the others; even Xisi, who heard it, widened his eyes in astonishment.

As the Emperor's most perfect product of genetic engineering, he is also the Empire's strongest individual beneath the Original Body.

Although a squad of the Imperial Guard consists of only a few men, the prefix "dead" should never appear before the Guard, no matter what!

Xisi stared blankly at Marakin, watching the pallor and dread displayed even by the wailing Marakin; Fanluosi couldn't help but want to ask again, but Xisi simply raised his hand:

"Go to the chapel."

Fanluosi halted, cautiously glanced at Xisi, then surveyed the soldiers and civilians around who kept looking curiously, and he forced down the urge to ask a question under everyone's gaze.

"The remaining wailers need proper placement; after they recover, they should first become my close attendants."

Xisi continued speaking, and after finishing, he looked directly at Marakin, signaling him to follow.

Soon, only Fanluosi and the core team arrived at Xisi's private chamber.

As Marakin narrated, Xisi, who thought he was fully prepared, furrowed his brows even deeper.

Because this Tyran War was countless times worse than he had imagined!

"So this Tyran invasion didn't just sweep the Solar Sector."

"But instead engulfed both the Peaceful and Solar Sectors in one go?!"

"What we just encountered was far from a main force; it was merely a secondary Tyran tentacle unit, a collection squad for gathering biomass?!"

Xisi fell silent, while Fanluosi stared blankly at Marakin, his face showing genuine, incredulous shock.

Even setting aside that it was only a secondary tentacle, a swarm squad used solely for collection rather than combat could reach such exaggerated scale.

One should know the Empire has only five sectors, each further divided into sub‑sectors and sub‑sub‑sectors.

According to Marakin, the war has now spread across two entire sectors—two‑fifths of the Empire's territory.

Even Fanluosi, accustomed to great upheavals, found this scale unimaginable.

"Yes, now two Tyran tentacles are striking from opposite directions in the Peaceful Sector, simultaneously advancing toward Terra."

"According to earlier intelligence, Lord Leonthus of the Solar Realm is leading Terra reinforcements, battling the swarm at Sanctum Star at the junction of the Peaceful and Solar Sectors."

"It is said that even the Mountain Formation unit and Imperial Guard Marshal Tula Zhen have already departed from Terra toward Sanctum Star."

Marakin answered swiftly, and hearing that even the Mountain Formation and Tula Zhen had already rushed to the front, though none had witnessed the twin Tyran tentacle assault firsthand, everyone could roughly picture the carnage at Sanctum Star.

Nevertheless, after grasping the overall situation, everyone ultimately focused on the most critical matter.

"Then you aren't at Sanctum Star; how could the leading Imperial Guard be dead?"

"Couldn't escape, died of exhaustion?"

Offering the only explanation he could think of, Fanluosi finished, but Marakin opposite kept his pallor unchanged and slowly shook his head:

"No."

"They were killed in direct combat."

Fanluosi couldn't help glancing at Marakin, and if he hadn't then looked at the silently watching Xisi behind him, Fanluosi would have had to swallow hard.

"Killed... by a massive swarm in direct combat?"

Hesitating again, he offered his speculation, and Marakin's subsequent words made even Xisi break his silence, his eyes widening fully toward the speaker.

"The Imperial Guard led us to besiege one of them, then were slain by the enemy."

"In the end, that demon didn't die; it left wounded."

The room was dead silent; if it weren't for confirming through treatment that Marakin was fine, Fanluosi would have thought Marakin had already been parasitized by the Tyran!

No.

An entire squad of the Imperial Guard, along with wailing Marakin, was single‑handedly counter‑killed by the enemy?!

What was opposite? An Original Body?!

Fanluosi, thinking this, glanced again at Xisi beside him, recalling the recent Chaos and the various active Original Bodies within the Empire, confirming that none of the individuals—including Xisi, the Star Realm Army Original Body—had appeared in the Solar Sector.

Fanluosi let out a slight sigh of relief.

But Marakin knew little; by this point, Xisi already understood what Marakin and his group were facing.

A whisper came from Xisi's mouth:

"Noen Envoy..."

Noen Envoy?

The others furrowed their brows and turned their heads toward Xisi, puzzled by the name he uttered.

Xisi rummaged through his memories, his complexion growing increasingly grim.

The Noen Envoy is the Tyran swarm's top‑tier individual combat power, mockingly called a 'Little Original Body' because of its exaggerated battle record.

A Little Original Body is certainly not as strong as a proper Original Body, yet it can't stand the Noen Envoy's mass production!

Although this mass production yields at most two or three at a time, it's still better than losing one proper Original Body after another.

Losing a single Tyran is heartbreaking, but not to the extent of mourning the death of an existence.

As Xisi spoke, Marakin, after finishing his own words, recalled something, quickly lifted his helmet and displayed the footage recorded inside.

It was a recording of Marakin following the Imperial Guard down a nightmarish corridor, surrounded by shredded bodies, the floor littered with half‑faces and eyes, echoing the terror of those on the brink of death.

Then, to everyone's stunned amazement, a compact mass of chitin extruded from a narrow sewer, suddenly transforming in the footage into a three‑story‑tall behemoth.

Moving at a speed comparable to the Imperial Guard, it unleashed terrifying spiritual energy, brandishing chitin blades to shred the leading guard.

What followed was a fierce melee, with the Noen Envoy also sustaining severe injuries.

Yet after the Noen Envoy reduced the last guard to mush, casually eliminated three wailing ones, and flung Marakin aside, the beast astonishingly slithered away down the sewer!

The sheer exaggeration of this scene made Fanluosi and the others, after watching, even briefly think whether this damn thing was another scheme by Jianqi.

But it is clear that the Insect Tide shadow can even temporarily shield the few pairs of eyes behind him; Xisi knows that Jianqi's chance of doing this by exerting effort is actually quite low.

After all, according to Xisi's memory of the strength, the Norn emissary truly possesses such terrifying combat power.

Even Mala Jin's luck is relatively good, because they only encountered a Norn emissary; if they had also run into the "Brain Insect Tyrant" that assists the Norn emissary in battle, perhaps there would have been no meeting between Xisi and Mala Jin.

Because the Brain Insect Tyrant, as the ultimate form of a Tai Lun spiritual energy unit, has spiritual energy so powerful that it can manifest to certain mortals from an extremely distant range, making the mortals think they have been summoned by the Divine Emperor, and thus act for Tai Lun.

Thinking of these, Xisi's expression grew ever more solemn; even if he acts, with the Seven Gods behind him shielded by the Insect Nest's will, and facing a combination of multiple Norn emissaries plus the Brain Insect Tyrant, it is hard to claim a hundred percent certainty.

Looking out over the entire fleet, unless they drown them in a sea of people, it is truly hard to eliminate these new Tai Lun units.

And compared to Tai Lun, a sea of people......

Xisi's brows furrowed tighter, and the crowd around, gradually consuming the people recorded by Mala Jin, also showed a pallor as ghastly as Mala Jin's.

If one were to infiltrate a single one into the battleship's interior, wiping out a single battleship would be like child's play!

If two or three came at once, at this efficiency, within the narrow hull, Fanluosi and the others truly cannot think of any effective countermeasure.

The crowd grew more silent as they thought, and the ugliness on their faces became increasingly evident.

Until, in a dead silence, a voice tinged with a hint of madness opened, with an extremely casual attitude:

"It could be…"

"Come collide with my masterpiece~"

The crowd in the dead silence was somewhat stunned; Mala Jin also looked on curiously, and after seeing clearly the silhouette that had entered the darkness at an unknown time, Fanluosi and the others glanced at each other, but after a moment, they suddenly turned their gaze back to Xisi.

And having locked himself deep within Aolake, the long‑disappeared Bai'er finally emerged slowly from the repeatedly looping Norn emissary projections.

Then, with a manic grin, amid Mala Jin's confusion and Fanluosi and the others' wide‑eyed stare, he, showing no weakness, opened his projection beside the Norn emissary projection, sneering!

In the quiet darkness, a towering Astat clad in black underworld-type Terminator Power Armor, while everyone was horrified, faced the Norn emissary without showing weakness.

At the same time, Bai'er faced Xisi, and amid the black Astat and the white Norn emissary's opposing points, bowed respectfully and said:

"Sir, your 101......"

"Completed!"