Xyrin Empire-Chapter 169 - : The Prophet is a Kind of Abnormal Profession

Chapter 169: Chapter 169: The Prophet is a Kind of Abnormal Profession

No matter how many guesses we made, they were all based on Jaina’s one-sided description, and because of Jaina’s limited awareness, she might have missed some crucial information related to Xyrin Technology. Hence, if we now wanted to obtain more accurate intelligence, we still had to engage with those Burning Legion minions.

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However, that was obviously a bit difficult.

“They show up completely without any pattern…” In response to my words, Jaina could only answer helplessly, “No omens, no fluctuations of summoning magic, not even a decent magic net gathering point nearby. According to common sense, summoning a demon is very demanding. Due to the gap between worlds, summoning a demon is several times more difficult for mages than summoning elemental beings, often requiring a soul as a sacrifice. But those bizarre demons appear wholly disregarding this logic. If you want to find them, it’s all down to luck…”

Oh, luck, huh? Not necessarily.

Almost at the same time, all of our gazes turned to Miss Lin, who was busy playing with Dingdang, seemingly unconcerned about the matter at hand.

Since you’ve come to join the fun, at least make it look like you’re contributing something, you brat! Do you really think you’re here for sightseeing?!

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I roared in my heart and flipped the coffee table in my imagination, but unfortunately, my grudge-filled telekinesis wasn’t powerful enough to create an actual attack effect like my sister’s, and Lin Xue continued to fight with Dingdang over the ownership of the last sugar cube as if nothing had happened.

Me: “Look, a UFO is flying!”

Lin Xue: “Where? Where?”

Everyone: “…”

“Miss Lin, don’t you at least want to pretend to make an effort as a companion? Is Dingdang, this heartless creature, really worth your emulation?”

Dingdang, steadfastly holding onto her sugar cube against Lin Xue’s assault, immediately retorted loudly, “Dingdang is not heartless! Dingdang has been working hard at eating sugar… oh! You cheater! Don’t pull on Dingdang’s wings!”

I think that diligently eating sugar just proves you’re heartless, you eternally childish little thing!

After failing to snatch a sugar cube from Dingdang for the Nth time, Lin Xue finally shifted her attention slightly: “Got it, it’s about the demon issue, right? Just wait a moment…”

Saying this, Lin Xue closed her eyes as if going into meditation. Looking at her solemn and dignified face in that instant, no matter how I looked at it, I felt it was odd…

Prophet sister, just keep being heartless. That serious expression really doesn’t suit the lazy image that has taken root and is indestructible in my mind…

Regardless of my inner commentary, Lin Xue maintained this pose for a full thirty seconds. Then, amid Jaina’s curious and expectant gaze, Lin Banxian slowly opened her eyes.

“Three days from now, in the mountainous area to the southwest, there’s a small plain covered with red stones. Go there. There will be fifty burly-faced demons waiting for you to play a shooting game. Those guys are strong and not slow, but sadly only one of them can fly. So, using heavy firepower in combination with focused attacks, it will be easy to wipe them out—oh right, keep a prisoner… Leave the big guy with a broken horn, he knows a lot, and I am quite interested in the black box on him…”

…So to say, a Prophet is an existence that defies the heavens! Especially a super Prophet like Lin Xue, who can clearly see even the number of moles on the face of her future enemy—that’s just a standard wartime cheat device!

It’s fair to say that as long as we have Lin Xue in charge on our side, unless the enemy possesses an overwhelming power to instantly annihilate us beyond any resistance, even if the enemy’s strength is double ours, they’ll still endure a mortal tragedy under Lin Xue’s abilities—what use is your strength if you haven’t even started acting and we’ve already prepared dozens of traps to kill you? And they’re the kind that you’re destined to fall into!

“Anything else? Any more detailed information?” Despite receiving such an exaggerated battle report, I still felt a bit greedy and pressed Miss Lin for more value.

“Of course there is!” Lin Banxian gave me a raise of his eyebrow and said, “The weather tomorrow morning will change from sunny to cloudy with a southeast wind of four to six on the Beaufort scale. There will be a chance of short thunderstorms and strong winds in the afternoon over the sea. I advise all fishermen to be safe—how’s that?”

We: “…”

Jaina looked at Lin Xue with an instant peculiar gaze, filled with obvious shock and a bit of skepticism. I explained on the side, “This unreliable and freeloading girl who follows the glorious and martial me around all day is called Lin Xue. She has the ability to predict and perceive—think of her as a God of Prophecy. Of course, she’s like us, belonging to the kind of Divine Race that’s not formally registered in the Divine Realm.”

Lin Xue’s expression was exceedingly natural as she kicked me under the table with practiced ease—of course, due to that damned Prediction Ability, I couldn’t avoid it—then she smiled and said, “Although the intelligent, beautiful, wise, and powerful me is somewhat dissatisfied with the description of my lowly, foolish, and arrogant servant, he did get one thing right—my prediction ability is decent, with a 99 percent accuracy rate, unless we’re dealing with a freak like Sargeras, whose presence interferes with my ability.”

“Very… powerful…” In the end, Jaina could only sigh in such a way.

Since the enemy wasn’t arriving for another three days, we didn’t need to rush, not when the rapid response capabilities of the Xyrin Army were beyond question. We decided to enjoy ourselves for two days first!

But to be honest, there wasn’t much fun to be found in this somewhat rudimentary Human colony.

Jaina truly was an impressive woman: intelligent, kind-hearted, and decisive when it mattered most, both courageous and strategic. Even Sandora held her in high regard. However, the power of one person is ultimately limited. No matter how hard Jaina tries, she couldn’t transform the small island of Serramo into a second Eastern Continent.

As we left the Mage Tower, we saw Alaya leading the Bubbles (this “Bubbles” really made one speechless…) towards us, while further away, the massive Faith-class ship had landed on the sea surface. The behemoth, over ten kilometers long, was still emitting a golden halo, making it look like an island made of Holy Light from afar—good marketing, but actually living on it like an island would be a foolish idea, starting with the problem of sleeping at night—the damn light pollution from the Golden Shining was too severe!

Still, I noticed the occasional Holy Knight passing by couldn’t help but look at that golden island with fervent expressions—surely they weren’t planning to swim over there for a devotion overnight?

Possibly… Not only the followers of Holy Light, pretty much every Human who could see the Faith-class ship would inevitably pause to gaze with awe at the giant warship that had landed on the sea. I was genuinely concerned that tonight there might be a large number of Humans swimming to the “Divine Weapon” driven by their pilgrimage mentality…

Looking at it this way, our previous efforts to build momentum had not only achieved the desired effect but had greatly exceeded expectations…

Another focus of attention was Alaya, who was floating towards us—or rather, gliding over at low altitude. It seemed Angel Sister had remembered my teachings well and realized where she had gone astray, thus avoiding the embarrassment of a public fall at the root.

Dingdang had already informed us about Angels. Due to the power of the Star Domain Divine Race, almost every world, whether or not it was part of the Star Domain Divine Race’s territories, had developed legends about Angels through information projection. Even a supposedly remote world like Azeroth, according to Dingdang’s description, had cultivated a worship of Angels—of course, before our arrival, this was merely a legend.

The most sacred and beautiful beings, the embodiment of Holy Power, the origin of Holy Light, and the most just and selfless of God’s children—these were the most fitting descriptions of Angels. I had heard this from Jaina, but I didn’t feel that this naturally ditsy sister who insisted on me helping her groom her feathers every night was so great, even though I was indeed amazed by her holy appearance.

As Alaya approached us, I noticed many fervent gazes concentrated on her, especially those from the Holy Knights and Priests. For these two professions that treasured the doctrine of Holy Light as their entire lives, a living Angel appearing before them was practically godlike. I was absolutely certain that right now, if Alaya ordered it, the entire Serramo’s Holy Light professionals would mobilize, and they wouldn’t hesitate to confront the Burning Legion on their own!

However, the zeal of these followers didn’t affect Angel Sister’s mood, or rather, Alaya didn’t realize why the people around her were treating her with such reverence. She only wanted to quickly report a major trouble to her master.