Xyrin Empire

Chapter 101: Chapter 101: The Powerful Sandora

Xyrin Army’s most powerful and pride-worthy feature was its exaggerated long-range attack abilities, but facing a huge number of demonized creatures each as fearlessly ferocious as Chun Ge incarnate was incredibly troublesome. No matter how strong your distant firepower, they could still overwhelm your position with sheer numbers. The most frustrating shortage wasn’t because the enemy was too strong for your weapons to kill but rather because they were so weak that a single strafe could kill a row of them, yet your bullets were still outnumbered by their forces.

Being buried by numbers was absolutely the most suffocating way to die; Little Japan had been wiped out in just such a manner.

At the moment, I was feeling a bit like that, regardless of Pandora’s saturated strikes repeatedly wiping out those cannon fodder troops, the enemy still gradually approached our position. Although it didn’t look bad, the psychological pressure was definitely present.

I held onto that pressure for a while, then continued to play with my gaming console, nearly passing the fourth level. Little Baobao indeed inherited a lot of useful knowledge from her gamer-homebody mother.

As soon as the first batch of monsters with their twisted limbs entered Pandora’s preset warning range, she immediately halted the surrounding powerful but potentially friendly-fire radiation matrix. After a series of metallic clinking sounds, a dashing loli dual-wielding tri-barrel six-chamber machine guns with hundreds of missile launchers floating behind her made a stunning entry.

Qianqian smacked her lips and sighed, “Ah Jun, I suddenly feel like conquering the world. Using such a powerful war weapon for loli nurturing is such a waste. It might be better to use it to purify the already polluted world.”

I unhesitatingly ignored Qianqian, who was spouting nonsense, and also ignored Pandora who was mentally cheering through our spiritual connection.

It seemed that I would have to be cautious not to leave the dark-infected Qianqian and Pandora alone in the future, or else I might wake up one day to find the Imperial Army Flag planted everywhere. There would likely be a world-wide event of people uniting to resist me, the evil axis—a cold-hearted Dark Girl and a war-minded violent loli were far more dangerous than someone crashing into a building.

Meanwhile, Dingdang, who usually sat atop my head like an ornament, also made a move. With a small wave of her arm, a pale green light screen immediately enveloped the battlefield. Perhaps the strongest halo-kind skill was this little thing’s life field, which could weaken the enemies’ life force by nearly fifty percent. As soon as the divine power-infused life force appeared, the rising black mist from the demonized creatures was weakened to almost completely disappearing.

Accompanied by the whistling sounds of Teeth Bone Razor cluster missiles tearing through the air and the thunderous roar of giant cannons, the battle entered the mid-range firepower suppression phase.

After suffering heavy casualties, the demonized creature army finally managed to move within their effective range. The front-line monsters simultaneously utilized their favored attack mode: demonized spit—mixing their own corrosive liquid and Abyssal Aura to attack forward. This potent corrosive pollution ball could not only melt conventional armor and human bodies but also convert the attacked into mad Heartless, much like the T-virus. Even without direct contact, the stench from these pollution balls could effectively reduce the soldiers’ appetite leading to malnutrition, which then impacted the military cooks’ morale leading to widespread nutritional deficiencies and ultimately crippling the human army’s fighting strength. Let me add that my last analysis is sheer nonsense…

Under Pandora’s frantic strafing, clumps of monsters hadn’t even managed to spit out their stomach acid before they were blasted into black fragments scattering everywhere. However, with their tremendous numbers replenishing, vast amounts of corrosive liquid still surged towards us.

Our two thousand elite Xyrin Guards, who had been ready at our side, instantly acted. Several defensive force fields blocked the monsters’ attacks a hundred meters away from us. Then, heavy infantry responsible for firepower output unleashed fierce flames from their single-soldier cannons, and as the defensive force fields depleted, the heavy infantry’s attacks arrived right on time.

At this moment, all two thousand warriors had shut down their independent thought modules, instead directly controlled by Pandora, who was most proficient in battlefield commands among us. Therefore, they were able to achieve such millisecond-level grab on opportunity and a synchronization rate akin to being one person—a feat no other human army could achieve.

Although it might not sound nice, it’s true that Xyrin Apostles are a race born for battle.

While ordinary soldiers’ attack power and strategic level weapons like Pandora can’t compare, the simultaneous strike from two thousand people covered the area well enough to compensate for this fault. Demonized creatures did not possess as strong a life force as their Abyss counterparts, and standard attacks from Xyrin Soldiers were already enough to kill them, thus, the surging enemy force was suppressed for the first time.

Seizing the right moment, Sandora took a deep breath and gradually floated into the air.

Golden lines appeared out of thin air and finally converged behind her, simultaneously spreading an inexplicable pressure.

Although I’ve mentioned it before, I must say it again: Sandora looks eerily like a CPU like this!

Qianqian and her sister were also seeing Sandora’s combat stance for the first time, and couldn’t help but feel curious. Her sister made an apt comment, “It seems out of all the Xyrin Apostles, only Ah Jun’s combat stance is the most ordinary.”

Yeah, because I basically have no combat stance at all. Am I supposed to change into tight spandex and wear underwear outside every time I fight?

“I thought about that scene; even Ultraman wasn’t up to par…”

“Mind Super Heavy Strike!”

With a cold shout from Sandora, hundreds of demonized creatures nearest to us, who were about to break through the first line of defense, suddenly paused neatly in place, then fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth and convulsing.

Although in terms of spectacle, Sandora’s attack method wasn’t as glamorous as Pandora’s Oscar-winning special effects made purely from light and shadow, when it came to attack power and danger, it was an almost undefendable, untelegraphed spiritual attack that definitely surpassed Pandora’s regular attacks.

After several Mind Super Heavy Strikes, thousands of monsters had fallen before us. Compared to the bodies torn apart by high-energy fire, these completely intact but soulless enemies held greater utilitarian value for Sandora.

Under Sandora’s control, over a thousand bizarrely shaped monster corpses shakily stood up and then, as if injected with adrenaline, began to turn against their former comrades.

This was just the beginning. As the monsters descended into chaos, golden lines began extending from behind Sandora, eventually forming a sky-high golden circuit board-like light wall behind her. As I marveled at how the structure resembled a CPU, Sandora declared in a cold, arrogant tone, “I, Soul Taker Sandora Kaelvi Yurasis, proclaim dominion over all souls of this race! I am the king of spirits! Those who oppose me will face the severest punishment!”

Sandora’s brazen declaration left me bewildered. The recent scene involuntarily reminded me of a golden-haired girl acting as a CPU and a tragically arrogant guy who got his head blown off at the end.

Unlike him, there was no tragedy for Sandora, only for the monsters.

I gathered the information about her powerful move from the shared database between Sandora and me and then sighed at the shamelessness.

The Spirit Conqueror’s proclamation, the most powerful skill next to a Law Attack, declares dominion over a race, forcibly imprinting every individual of that race with a spirit mark. Any marked individual who dares to resist the caster will face intense soul punishment. The more intense the resistance, the harsher the punishment, although the imprint’s effectiveness diminishes with the individual strength of the targets and the soul punishment only causes pain, not physical harm.

A completely heaven-defying skill.

It was my first time hearing about such an attack that could be imposed on an entire race. If not for its significant limitations, this ability might already be classified as one of the divine powers. Although easily resisted by the powerful and incapable of actually harming the enemy, these critical limitations made the Spirit Conqueror’s proclamation seem somewhat unsatisfactory. However, at this moment, its power was enough to turn the tides of battle.

These demonized creatures were members of various races before infection— encompassing land, sea, and air, viviparous and oviparous living creatures—but as they were corrupted by the potent assimilating power of the Abyss, they all bore the same race imprint. This directly led to all monsters being marked by Sandora’s spirit imprint. Clearly, none of these monsters harbored anything but hostility towards Sandora. So naturally, all were affected.

Their running speed significantly slowed, and then bright arcs of electricity began to emanate from them. Stronger monsters could barely maintain their attacks, but the weaker ones already started to fall and convulse. Although the electrical arcs caused no real damage, despite the innate fearlessness of the demonized creatures, they still felt pain and instinctively convulsed from the agony of soul punishment.

The ferocious wolves instantly became lambs to the slaughter, as Pandora and two thousand Xyrin soldiers under her command began a grand massacre.

Watching Sandora in mid-air, radiating a magnificent golden light, I wiped non-existent cold sweat and muttered, “Thank God, thank God…”

“What thank God?”

My sister with sharp ears curiously asked.

“Thank God that when Sandora was on Earth, she always had a routine of eating till full, then sleeping, and eating again after waking up. Otherwise, we would have become the Evil Axis…”

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