My portable grandfather refreshes every week

Thousands of years ago, in the period immediately following the fall of Colony Star 3, the first group of Dreadnoughts, who had transitioned from human-piloted mechs to pure mech spirits, went to the colony and established the first outpost, named Alpha Outpost.

This outpost served as a bridgehead for the Dreadnoughts' attack on Colony 3, and was also the last bastion for all the mechs fighting on Colony 3.

However, there was one battle in which the Zerg launched a surprise attack on the outpost. The Zerg first attacked the outpost, but after being repelled by the Dreadnoughts, a meat grinder battle that lasted for 480 days began.

Ultimately, the Empire lost 187 million initial Dreadnoughts, while the Swarm suffered direct losses of 9000 million, with countless indirect losses. The corpses and wreckage of the Swarm piled up in layers upon layers in the valley where the outpost was located.

The swarm's blood soaked every pebble in the valley, and the corpses nearly filled the entire valley, but they eventually retreated, preparing to gather strength for the next attack.

However, for thousands of years after that, they never touched the Alpha Outpost again, because the Dreadnoughts Scorched Earth Mechs had taken shape, and this time they possessed an absolute special attack against the Zerg swarm, carbon-based creatures.

It is an inextinguishable scorched earth and raging flames. Any carbon-based creature that comes into contact with it will be burned endlessly along with its entire body if it does not quickly cut off the burning part of the body.

Even in water, it will still be burned to ashes.

This is the Scorched Earth Mech, a machine specifically designed to target insect swarms. The principle behind it is said that the Empire's scientists discovered that biomass energy can be ignited through a specific technique. Combined with the fuel in the Scorched Earth Flamethrower, which is a mixture of white phosphorus, magnesium, sodium, and other strange substances, any insect swarm that comes into contact with the flames will be trapped in the burning of this inextinguishable fire.

However, this is a benefit that only the later Dreadnought Mechs can enjoy.

Even the original Dreadnoughts were not prefixed with APT models, but with serial numbers based on their manufacturing dates. These first-generation, antique mechs withstood the Zerg's most difficult attacks during the Empire's darkest times, but they were never seen again after the Empire truly defeated the Zerg.

When this story was told to Xue's Law, the little machine 5332 remained silent for a long time.

“Yes, we won…we defeated the Zerg swarm, and the Empire is doing very well now…” 5332 told his senior.

"That's good... Ah..." This was the last thing the broken parts of the fearless mech uttered before it went out completely.

Xue's Law didn't know what the problem was, so he could only look at 5332.

"Brother, it has nothing to do with your welding. Senior is just too tired. I will take it back to the Empire." The little robot's mechanical arm grabbed the core, and its eight legs quickly moved it to its agricultural machine body.

“Thank you, brother,” 5332 said. “I’ve reported your request to the Emperor, and he’s planning to manufacture a new batch of maid-type mechs. I’ll send you one when the time comes.”

Xue Law: “?”

Wait...wait...

When did I make this request?

Xue Law felt he was becoming increasingly forgetful. How could he not remember ever asking for 5332?

However, seeing the serious expression on the large, burly agricultural machine, Xue Dinglu ultimately did not reject it.

Since it's a robot anyway, and considering how frequently 5332 changes its body structure—more often than it changes clothes—it's probably not a very technologically advanced machine for them.

"Thank you again, brother. You not only saved me, but also another brother civilization. Now you have even found the predecessors who were on Colony Star 3. If you need anything, you can tell me anytime."

Goodbye, brother, until we meet again.

"Goodbye!" Watching the agricultural mech release four drones and then use them to create a portal to leave, Xue Luding suddenly felt that even these intelligent machines were more humane than the Apostles.

5332 will feel grateful, happy, angry, and sad because it encountered this mech of the same origin.

Aside from some of the abnormal brain circuits of the AI, it actually behaved the most human-like of all.

Xue Daolu waved one last time at the dissipating portal before leaving the consciousness space.

Perhaps the traveler who entered his body this time was just a minor incident. For him now, his mother no longer needed to retrieve strange things from the subspace every week.

But Xue didn't stop, because he hoped to find some souls related to the apostles, and he believed that if his mother found any souls related to the apostles, she would definitely give them to him.

Perhaps the current situation where every planet wants to raise guardians is a product of a very abnormal environment. If all the apostles were to die out, would there be no need for world guardians at all?

The following idea came to Xue's mind.

apostle……

Xue Law silently recited the term in his mind.

He was still too weak. If he could find out the location of the Mist Council and locate the coordinates of that subspace during each gathering, he could even lead Senior Hassan and the Mimic King directly to block the entrance.

However, he was too weak, and he was always passively led there by the Lord of the Mist in every meeting.

At the same time, Xue also considered revealing his identity as an apostle to the Mimic King or Hassan, but he ultimately gave up.

In the Starfleet, are there any Apostles spies among them?

Xue Dinglu didn't know, but he would prepare for the worst-case scenario.

The Apostles might not use undercover agents for minor incidents, but if Xue's identity is truly exposed...

He slowly closed his eyes, trying to stop thinking about these things.

Perhaps next time, I should try contacting the Mimic King to see if he can pinpoint the meeting location when I enter the Mist Council.

……

"Wow! It tastes like fried chicken and hamburgers!" I wonder if every child goes through an age where they especially love these high-calorie foods.

When the old ghost arrived with a family bucket of fried chicken, it was more effective than any words. Little Dragon Girl and Little Tree Girl's eyes were practically drooling over the fried chicken and hamburger.

Amidst the repeated calls of "Grandpa," the old spirit gradually lost himself, beginning to act entirely like an old man taking care of his granddaughter, playing with the two noisy children all by himself.

The Pope simply smiled. Perhaps she had also seen the children's situation. She was old enough to be a mother, but unfortunately, she had been forced into holy war by the Lich King, and under such pressure, she had no such thoughts at all.

Xue Daolu didn't say much either. This seemed to be just a normal dinner gathering between friends, or so Xue Daolu thought.

It might not be until after dinner, when the table is being cleared, that Xue's Law will consider the future after all the apostles have been eliminated.

In that future, perhaps there will be no more tragedies. If all the apostles are killed, then there will be no more natural disasters affecting the world, and no more countless civilizations struggling on the brink of death.

The entire universe may become a completely ordered civilization dominated by interstellar columns.

At that time, civilizations no longer needed to abide by the Dark Forest Law, treating each other like thieves, but instead coexisted under the Mimic King's scheme. Especially now with the birth of the beta version of the inter-world chat group, and according to Captain Singal, both the Mimic King and the high-ranking officials of other interstellar squadrons are extremely optimistic about the future of this inter-world chat group.

If this cross-world chat group can truly spread throughout the universe in the future, the Mimic King will instantly know any dynamics in the entire universe, and at that time, he will not be much different from the real King.

Even the Mimic King can remove the "Mimic" hat from his head and call himself "the second generation of the King".

"Bang!"

The sound of bowls and plates shattering rang out.

This startled Xue Dinglu, whose thoughts were still wandering. He immediately went to the living room where the sound came from, initially thinking that it was either the noisy Little Dragon Girl or Little Tree Girl who had broken the dishes or overturned the table.

As a single parent with two kids, he's used to this kind of thing. Fafnir and Little Tree Girl are alright, but Little Dragon Girl is like a mischievous husky, always managing to come up with something new without warning.

He even felt that his Seven Wolves belt wasn't enough and he needed to buy a few more so that Little Dragon Girl could experience what fatherly love under the Seven Wolves belt truly meant.

"Xue...Ling...Long!" Xue Dinglu's voice preceded his arrival, calling out the full name word by word. Just as he entered the living room, he suddenly realized that it wasn't Little Dragon Girl who caused the commotion, but rather his aunt who had fallen to the ground.

Alora continued to heal her aunt with holy light, her brows furrowed. Beside her, her two daughters and Fafnir watched with great concern.

"What's wrong?" Xue Dinglu asked.

"Dad, Dad, Grandma fell down and passed out. What happened to Grandma? Dad, Dad..." Little Dragon's mother didn't even care about Xue Dinglu's accusation against her, and instead grabbed his clothes.

Xue's Law also sensed that things were different.

The cursed blood entered his aunt's body in an instant, but the next moment, Xue Luding's pupils constricted.

"Dad, what's wrong with Grandma?" Little Dragon's mother held Xue Dinglu's hand tightly, while even Fafnir was very worried.

“Ah Xue, let’s talk alone,” said Pope Alora.

Xue Dinglu nodded in agreement and reassured his two daughters, "It's alright, it's alright. You two take good care of Grandma here. I'll resolve this issue soon."

Little Dragon Girl probably sensed something, which is why she was so uneasy. Xue Dinglu didn't say anything and led the Pope to the study.

"You felt it too, didn't you? Ms. Xue's lifespan has come to an end..." Alora said directly.

Xue's law remained silent.

From the information that the cursed blood had just transmitted, he could clearly sense that his aunt's lifespan had come to an end.

It wasn't because of illness, or any other reason; it was simply because my aunt had reached the limit of her lifespan.

Even though she is a deity left over from the Age of Gods, even though she has lived from ancient Greece to the present day, on Earth, which is absolutely free of magic, she is the only being allowed to live by the Earth's consciousness, and she is also the only one who has truly lived to the limit of a god's lifespan...

This is a situation where even the cursed blood cannot be transferred, because of my aunt's problem, which is simply because her lifespan has reached its limit.

"Is there any way to prolong life?" Xue Dinglu asked directly.

"No, Ms. Xue's problem isn't that her lifespan is the problem, but rather that her lifespan has reached its limit. To extend her life, either her strength needs to be raised to the mythical level or transformed into something else that extends her lifespan. I can't think of any other solutions." The Pope sighed.

This was the first time she had ever seen someone who had reached the very end of their life.

Normally speaking, it is impossible for a person to reach the end of their lifespan. Just like the theoretical lifespan limit of human beings on Earth is about 160 years, it is impossible for anyone to live to that age, because as age increases, bodily functions decline, and various diseases and pains will follow one after another.

The older you get, the more you are affected by external factors. You never know when a single horn blare might be enough to bring your already failing bodily functions to a complete standstill.

However, my aunt was like someone who had lived to the limit of her lifespan. Relying on her magic and the remnants of the cursed blood that Xue Lude had once used, she synthesized "pseudo-cursed blood," a low-end version of the cursed blood.

She extended her life to its limit and lived to the end of her lifespan, and now, no matter what life-extending items she uses, they are useless.

Just as Alora said, the first way to keep her aunt alive is to bring her to the level of a near-5th rank or higher, which is the level of a Greek god. This would extend her lifespan.

But it's impossible for my aunt now... Neither talent, nor environment, nor even time is on their side, because there isn't enough time. My aunt's time is truly counting down.

Besides this method, Xue's Law has an even simpler and more permanent solution...

"The fruit of the divine tree..." he murmured softly. Now, perhaps he truly understood why this fruit could cause such bloodshed in the universe, and why it could incite the apostles to commit such heinous natural disasters and massacres.

Divine Tree Fruit...

With just one fruit, everything can be solved...

but……

Xue Luding clenched his fists, feeling the struggle and hesitation within himself.

"I'm sorry to have worried you." Xue Dinglu stood up and saw the guest out.

"Are you alright?" Arora asked, genuinely worried about Xue's current condition.

"It's alright, I've already thought of a solution. Don't worry, everyone will be fine..." Xue Dinglu smiled, seemingly revealing the same sunny and cheerful smile he had back then.

I will make sure everyone is alright...

"Don't be stubborn. Just let us know if you need our help. We'll try our best. If extending your lifespan doesn't work, we're all together and there's strength in numbers. We can come up with a better solution..." the Pope said, comforting Xue Dinglu.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine." Xue Dinglu smiled; he had already made his decision.

Perhaps this was an unsolvable problem for him in the past, but now he has a way, even many ways, it just depends on the cost.

And whether Xue's law and his aunt are willing to bear this cost.

Unable to make a decision, and unable to ask for more, he saw off the old ghosts and their family, settled his aunt in her bed, and then silently returned to his room, gazing at the moon in the sky…

"I've... become an apostle..."

He silently opened the cross-world chat group, found the private chat portal with the Mimic King, and said, "Your Excellency, let's talk..." (End of Chapter)