Chapter 50: Oumia No.3

Oumia No. 3.

As the third moon of the gaseous planet Oumia, Oumia No. 3's tiny size cannot accommodate many inhabitants.

So when a Sword-class escort ship plunged in amid billowing smoke, the sole Small Nest City drew almost every gaze.

Soon, on the barren ground like other Nest City worlds, a convoy kicked up swirling sand and raced wildly toward the crash site.

When the convoy saw the warship beneath the thick smoke, their excitement at finding treasure hadn't risen yet, and the emergency brake's red light flashed, causing them to drop instantly.

The man in the lead off‑road vehicle took out a telescope, doubted the situation and looked again, then suddenly widened his eyes and shouted into the intercom:

"Wait! How are there still living people inside?!"

The intercom crackled with an instant burst of shocked shouts, and several people even flung open their doors and stood up, still skeptical, and looked over.

After all, after such a violent crash, they could not imagine what kind of group could survive.

When they confirmed that beneath the thick smoke of the wrecked warship stood a cluster of black silhouettes, fearful voices rang through the intercom:

"It can't be an alien form, can it?!"

At that utterance, the previously noisy intercom fell silent instantly.

Everyone froze briefly, then simultaneously turned to look behind them.

In a specially modified armed car, a young low‑rank female noble, also struggling, stared at the warship ahead that could very likely be loaded with massive supplies.

Finally, under the convoy's watch, the noblewoman double‑checked and lifted the intercom:

"Move closer, as far as I know, those alien forms aren't black."

The convoy relaxed slightly, but then, seeing the black silhouettes had already turned to look, their hearts rose again.

After all, whether or not they're alien forms, even if they're not human, a group that survived unscathed looks oddly ominous.

Soon, as the first car snarled forward, the convoy cautiously advanced toward the black silhouettes.

The black silhouettes, upon noticing them, all rose to their feet.

When a group of human soldiers clad in full‑sealed Imperial combat suits, wielding fine hot‑shot rifles, appeared in view.

The convoy's intercom buzzed, and the original tension finally dissipated.

At the same time, the noblewoman's vehicle floored the throttle and surged to the front.

The car stopped; the noblewoman hurriedly stepped out, but what caught her eye were the soldiers' unfamiliar shoulder insignia and the warship behind, spewing strange ash that poured like flowing sand.

The corpse of an A-space Demon turned to ash upon entering the real universe, and only now, with the warship's crash, does that ash flow onto this ground.

And if a Heretic Judge were standing here to witness the scene, the impact would likely surpass the shock foretold in psychic prophecy.

After all, no one has ever heard of a warship that, after slaying so many A-space Demons, became completely filled with demon ash.

Know that even a Sword-class escort ship measures its length in kilometers!

The noblewoman, however, knew none of this; she merely watched curiously the silent, unfamiliar Star Realm Army and the ash piling into a small hill behind them.

Striving to keep noble decorum, the noblewoman politely spoke in high‑Gothic, a proof of her lofty birth:

"Esteemed gentlemen, did you fall here while battling alien forms?"

With strong anticipation, even the mere sound of Imperial troops still fighting alien forms would be immensely uplifting for them.

The noblewoman, still looking at the warship clearly scarred by fierce combat, flushed:

"Our local Star Language Court recently sent out many pleas for aid, asking the star sector to send even just some planetary defense forces from other worlds."

"I just didn't expect…"

The noblewoman's complexion grew ever more pallid as she spoke, eventually turning to sheer astonishment, unable to continue.

After all, when she surveyed the area and saw only about two thousand people, even if they weren't a defense force but a more elite Star Realm Army, she could not muster any joy.

After holding back for a while, perhaps fearing an awkward silence or even provoking conflict, the noblewoman forced a smile:

"May I ask, are you the planetary defense forces dispatched nearby as reinforcements?"

The noblewoman asked awkwardly, but the Black Watch gave no reply; after a glance confirming she posed no threat, they slowly stepped aside.

Seeing the path cleared, the noblewoman realized the unit's principal had appeared; she was about to force a more sincere smile, but when the figures behind the formation emerged, even the noblewoman and all the locals inhaled sharply in shock.

Many even dropped to their knees.

They saw Xisi? No, they saw Daiweiluo.

"Divine… Divine Emperor finally sent his angel!"

The crowd was thrilled and astonished; even the noblewoman was shocked into silence, suppressing her trembling, trying to show utmost respect, yet Daiweiluo glanced at the mortals before him and silently stepped aside.

Noblewoman: "???"

"He still let us through?"

The noblewoman stared, then saw behind Daiweiluo the Xisi familiar with her new weapon, the Red Sword.

And upon seeing Xisi, the noblewoman's complexion grew even more shocked.

Even as a low‑ranking minor noble, she knew that Xisi's gilded silver armor and crimson longsword were beyond imagination.

She even felt a strange, soul‑piercing frenzy emanating from the Red Sword, realizing it was a legendary Blessing weapon, and the noblewoman felt an urge to kneel.

After all, this single sword alone could purchase ten Oumia No. 3s.

Of course, to someone slightly more discerning, that number would jump to a thousand.

And to those fully discerning, it would be…

"What sword? I've never seen it; don't ask any more!"

"By the way, the Judgment Court just seemed to have something for you!"

The noblewoman, of course, knew none of this; she merely guessed wildly about Xisi's true identity, while Xisi approached, surveyed the local noblewoman and others, thought for a moment, and smiled:

"Planetary Defense Force?"

"We… could be considered as such."

The noblewoman was stunned, while Daiweiluo rolled his eyes inwardly.

Although Xisi's statement isn't entirely wrong, after all, isn't he a Planetary Defense Force alumnus.

But the question is, which Planetary Defense Force could finish the Alert Star, then leap into the Vengeance Soul, cut a path, and leap out again?

Finally, he even wielded his mortal body to slash in Subspace for two months, so much that Terror was delighted and scattered Blessings in great abundance!

Even when exiting Subspace, everyone else managed on their own, but you, kid, were personally sent out by the Divine Emperor.

Naturally, judging by the locals' reactions, the place the Divine Emperor's family sent them to may not be very good.

But however bad it is, Daiweiluo doesn't think it would still be worse than the Alert Star!!

Only Daiweiluo, upon thinking of this, had his complexion pause slightly, gave a careful look at the oddly‑expressed crowd before him, and, with his understanding of the Divine Emperor, hesitation slowly appeared in his eyes:

"Should......"

"Can't be......"