Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 505 Niu Niu's Medical Examination, Liu Shuang's Shopping Trip, and Accidentally Entering the Heavenly Family
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While several masters and experts from Fanxing were conducting research, Liu Zaiyue and his wife Niu Tanqin were being "studied."

As Lao Niu followed Dongxia's research institute into the research hall, he felt quite uncomfortable.

He seemed to have returned to that twilight a few years ago, when he first returned to the White Deer Plain, walked into his original tribe with his broken horn, and was mercilessly surrounded by a group of his fellow cattle people.

By the way, among those heifers who were pointing at him and laughing at him, it seems that one of them was Niu Tanqin.

Who would have thought that this girl would later become his wife?

All I can say is that fate is more unpredictable than the weather in the wilderness.

With the careful reassurance of several accompanying experts, the couple gritted their teeth and entered the "Beastman Comprehensive Research Institute Medical Examination Center".

This was the first time a live orc had come to the site since the center was established, which caused a sensation throughout the center, with almost all the professors from the research institute gathering around.

"Don't be nervous, General Liu and Madam Niu. Relax, it's just some routine checks, it'll be quick."

It's pretty standard, really. It involves taking some body measurements, drawing blood, taking X-rays, doing a CT scan, looking at an MRI, measuring bone density, checking trace elements, testing vision, hearing, and sense of smell...

Everything went smoothly, except for a bit of trouble getting into the MRI machine. Despite significant modifications, the diagonal part was still quite obstructive and took a considerable amount of time.

Each project was surrounded by layers of onlookers, completely basking in the glow of being the center of attention.

In addition to the physical examination, a comprehensive collection of samples was conducted, including everything from hair and nails to dead skin, saliva, and even some excrement. Of course, the opinions of both individuals were fully respected throughout the process.

The only thing that was politely refused was the collection of Liu Zaiyue's physiological genetic material, namely his semen, which Niu Tanqin's sister disagreed with.

She worried that if Dongxia took this thing away, it would give Lao Niu a bunch of illegitimate children. She had seen this kind of situation quite often in Thunder Cliff.

Given Lao Niu's current identity, status, and future prospects, she couldn't afford not to be cautious.

The professors from Dongxia didn't take it to heart, and with a smile, they canceled the data collection project, then proceeded to explain the report to them point by point.

"General Liu's teeth are quite worn down. Did he chew on too many hard, coarse fibers for a period of time?"

"Look, the enamel on your molar is quite worn. Would you like to get it replaced? We can arrange the best porcelain crown for you."

"Madam's condition... well, two minor issues have been found in her stomach. It's probably due to her poor eating habits in the wilderness and irregular digestion. It's alright, she'll recover with some rest."

After all the static data has been collected, dynamic data collection is still needed to measure muscle strength and reaction speed.

If the expert panel was merely marveling at the results just now, they are now utterly astonished.

"A stride of 1.87 meters and a pace of 240 steps per minute—that's just walking. At that speed, it could probably outrun an off-road vehicle over short to medium distances!"

"After all, he is a high-level professional; ordinary orcs certainly cannot reach this level!"

"General Liu, let's go full speed ahead! Yes, all the way to that protective wall over there. If we can't stop, we can just crash through it!"

"it is good!"

Liu Zaiyue didn't say much. He bent down slightly and pulled out a black lightning bolt that instantly swept across half the hall.

With a light touch, the obstacle shattered.

"Quick, quick! Did the high-speed camera capture it?!"

"That acceleration! My God!"

Liu Zaiyue sprinted to the end, then suddenly stopped, turned around, and sprinted back in an instant, completing a round trip, seemingly still a little unsatisfied.

While he was fully cooperating with the research institute in conducting dynamic tests, Niu Tanqin had somehow ended up sitting with several female researchers who looked quite young, engrossed in watching a tablet computer.

Old Niu glanced at it furtively.

On the screen, a layer of aged, cracked keratin was being scraped away bit by bit, revealing the clean, neat structure underneath. The craftsman's technique was skillful, each cut swift and precise.

Okay, here's a video about repairing cow hooves.

This is indeed highly addictive...

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Besides the aforementioned individuals who were extremely busy, the other members of the delegation were also working tirelessly.

Qiu Yeyu was exchanging technical tips with the Jiuquan troops, while Xia Yuanchen was receiving one-on-one intensive tutoring from renowned teachers in a small classroom at the military academy in Dongxia.

So, within the same delegation, some were sweating profusely, some were fishing, some were getting medical checkups, and some were still studying…

Well, of course, some people are just browsing around.

For example, Liu Shuang's main itinerary consisted of wandering around accompanied by several female staff members of different ages from Dongxia.

Take a look at this strange and magical world.

Unlike others, Liu Shuang only glanced at the wondrous creations; she focused more on "humans."

At her request, Dongxia arranged for her to take a trip to an ordinary fourth-tier city.

Of course, some necessary attire is essential.

In Dongxia, this was perhaps the first time in history that Liushuang had removed all her armor while going outside.

She wore a light beige cotton top with a pale blue cardigan over it. The sleeves were a little long, hiding most of her fingers inside, leaving only her white fingertips showing. She wore jeans and white canvas shoes with the laces tied a little loosely, making a clattering sound as she walked.

To cover her pointed ears, she wore a light gray wide-brimmed hat, the brim pulled low, concealing most of her face. Long hair cascaded down from both sides of the brim, highlighting her small nose and her large, curious amber eyes.

With this outfit and her petite figure, she looks like a bright and cheerful middle school student from Dongxia at first glance.

Anyway, no one could guess that this was an extremely fierce swordsman.

A girl from Dongxia, about the same height as Liushuang, accompanied her, gently linking her arm with Liushuang's, like two best friends, as they strolled leisurely through the city streets.

It was dusk, and the setting sun bathed the entire street in a warm, orange-red hue.

The flow of people and vehicles leaving get off work passed by them, most of them in a hurry, with the occasional leisurely pace, like a harmonious blend of rock and folk music.

Two-wheeled vehicles drove past in the non-motorized vehicle lane, with a lot of cardboard boxes in front of the seat and freshly bought vegetables hanging on the handlebars. A few scallions peeked out furtively; at this time of day, they certainly weren't very fresh and looked wilted.

Some people hurried by with bags on their backs, earphone cords dangling in front of their chests, muttering to themselves; others pushed strollers, chatting as they walked, the babies inside waving their chubby little hands, babbling and drooling all over their bibs.

A little girl with pigtails stood on tiptoe at the bus stop, clutching a short, red and yellow candied hawthorn wrapped with fruit in her hand.

A large truck was parked on the street corner, with a cardboard sign standing upright on the truck bed. On it, large black characters were written in crooked handwriting: "Watermelon 1.5 yuan per jin, sweet guaranteed."
At the entrance of a corner store, several middle-aged men were chatting. One of them seemed to have just won several hundred yuan in a scratch-off lottery and was being urged to treat everyone. In reality, it was just a bottle of water and a cigarette for each person.

Meanwhile, in the barbershop next door, a sign on the transparent glass door read "Wash, cut, and blow-dry for 25 yuan." The creative director, sporting a mohawk, was accompanying an elderly woman with curly hair, listening to her boast about her grandson's recent achievement of improving his ranking by dozens of places in his exams...

In that instant, Liu Shuang suddenly realized why the Chen Mo she knew was so out of place in the Starry World.

Those bustling city-states with their high walls were actually the residences of professionals. In that world, the word "human" belonged to nobles, the powerful, mages, and warriors, but not to those living at the bottom of society.

In the eyes of professionals, those untouchables cannot actually be considered "human".

They are livestock, ants, tools, objects like mountains, rivers, grass, trees, soil, and rocks, completely devoid of any need to consider the existence of emotions.

Nobody cares about them, not even they themselves.

Including the frost of the past.

That's not cold-bloodedness, it's a habit.

That's just how that world was.

Standing on this ordinary street in the small town of Dongxia, looking at these ordinary Dongxia people—

Liu Shuang suddenly thought of Chen Mo.

Why was I attracted to him in the first place?
Was it him cautiously thanking the centaur? Was it him anxiously but still suppressing his anger while discussing things with the dwarf helmsman? Was it him covering the drunken old mercenary with his coat on the airship? Or was it him instinctively giving way to the disabled person he saw passing by at White Rock Outpost?
In the Starry World, Chen Mo has always been the most unique one. He treats everyone, regardless of their professional rank or noble status, as a human being.

When he listened to people speak, he would always tilt his head slightly, his eyes holding a serious and gentle light. When he poured himself tea, he would always turn the cup so that the handle was in her convenient position... Liu Shuang used to know that it was Chen Mo's kindness, but she didn't understand where this kindness came from.

But now, here and now, on this street bathed in the glow of the setting sun, I see a young mother kneeling down to tie her son's shoelaces, two elderly men arguing heatedly over a game of chess, a couple taking turns sipping a cup of milk tea, and social volunteers wearing "volunteer" uniforms and red armbands...

She seemed to understand.

Chen Mo's temperament stems from this.

His gentleness and kindness were nurtured in the everyday life of this world.

Liu Shuang pushed her hat brim up, and the setting sun fell on her face, illuminating her bright eyes. Her eyelashes cast thin shadows on her eyelids, making the boys next to her stare in a daze.

The people accompanying them immediately realized something was wrong.

Even though the ears aren't showing yet, this face alone is already unfair.

I wanted to remind Liu Shuang to pull down her hat brim, but the instructions came through the earpiece: "Leave it to her, we'll handle the logistics!"

A few bold boys approached her and asked for her contact information, but Liu Shuang's best friend chased them away without hesitation.

A sweet smile appeared on Liu Shuang's lips, and the eyes of half the people on the street stared blankly.

Many people secretly raised their phones.

A few seconds later, they discovered that the entire area had lost signal.

The street was silently blocked at both ends, seemingly for checking fugitives. A polite man in a hat saluted each person and conducted a friendly inspection of all electronic devices on their person: cameras, mobile phones, tablets, live-streaming devices...

One of the guys, who seemed to be some kind of official, started yelling that he wanted to make a phone call and demanded to see the other person's badge number. Then, he was shoved into a police car.

After the inspection, the equipment was returned to them intact. However, some people discovered that some of the images they had taken had been completely deleted from the storage, images that even the best repair shops couldn't recover.

The girl's traces vanished without a trace, like snowflakes meeting the warm sun.

All that remains is a vague, elusive urban legend on Xia Wen's internet—the one day he accidentally stumbled into the Tian family's home and brushed past the heiress of a wealthy family.

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As the visit was drawing to a close, Liushuang met Belial, the former master of the Twilight Tower.

The moment they met, Liu Shuang clenched her fists, her anger rising.

Then, Belial propped himself up from his wheelchair, fell to the ground in a deep bow, and spoke at an incredibly fast pace—so fast that Liu Shuang's brain could barely process it.

"I am guilty of plotting against Lord Chen Mo, but the outcome was good. The Eastern Xia army severely damaged the orcs, and the people of Fanxing ascended to the divine kingdom!"

"An unintentional sin is still a sin, and an unexpected merit is also a merit."

"Furthermore, I am still making contributions. I am fully cooperating with Dongxia in analyzing and adapting to the 'Light of Divine Remnants'!"

this point is very important.

Although the Light of Divine Remnants has many limitations and is only applicable to a single person, it is a clear and proven path that allows life forms to cross boundaries even when isolated by spacetime barriers.

If we can successfully adapt it, even just sending someone to Fanxing to help Chen Mo would have an immeasurable impact.

This is the main reason why Belial was able to survive, and even thrive.

To reiterate, Dongxia is a country full of long-term idealism, but its operational methods are extremely pragmatic.

Beria is now a criminal in Eastern Xia. What are his main crimes?

Smuggling!

That's right. Belial, the Lord of Twilight, who stirred up such a bloody storm in another world and attempted to sneak attack the gods of Dongxia, was identified by Dongxia as having committed smuggling.

You say he has committed heinous crimes and is utterly wicked in the Starry World, but Dongxia never interferes in the internal affairs of other countries, let alone other worlds.

In the words of the deputy commander of [Cihang], history will give him a fair judgment, but that is mainly a matter of the history of the stars.

The Blue Star world is teeming with heinous criminals, but Dongxia has always only punished those who harm its own interests. From this perspective, even if the Lord of Twilight wreaks havoc on the entire Starry World, Dongxia will likely only issue moral condemnations.

On the other hand, you said he attempted to attack the gods of Dongxia, but this was an unsuccessful attempt.

Furthermore, his actions would be considered delusional in Dongxia, as there is no possibility of them being carried out, since there are no gods in Dongxia!

If we investigate this path too hard, we might end up with a diagnosis of paranoid mental illness to exonerate him, which is inappropriate.

Therefore, the main crime that Dongxia ultimately determined for Beria was his unauthorized smuggling without permission and a valid visa.

This is a sure thing.

Since there was no precedent for smuggling people across two worlds, the highest legal enforcement department of Dongxia even issued a special judicial interpretation, determining that this behavior was particularly heinous and the circumstances were particularly serious.

When the judgment was served, the staff kindly asked whether they accepted the judgment and whether they wanted to appeal.

Yes, of course I accept!
Beria now fully understood where Lord Chen Mo's habit of strictly adhering to rules came from.

The Lord of Twilight was an exceptionally intelligent man. Upon reflection, he realized the true brilliance of Dongxia's seemingly outdated policies.

He began to desperately try to atone for his crime through meritorious service.

That's right. Because the other party was law-abiding and reasonable, and their actions were predictable and their authority was measurable, he immediately put aside all his concerns and explained everything he knew clearly, while actively cooperating with all of Dongxia's arrangements.

Those forces that go back on their word and change their orders frequently will undoubtedly increase the difficulty of every subsequent communication, and this difficulty will be faced with everyone in a comprehensive and indiscriminate manner.

Trust is something that is incredibly difficult to build, but can be destroyed in an instant.

Belial came to see Liushuang today because Dongxia clearly told him that while Liushuang's crimes on Blue Star Dongxia had been judged, he also had a serious crime of interfering with the Lord's summoning ritual on the other side of the Starry Sea!
Our legal department is actively communicating with Hanhai, and it is highly likely that Hanhai will entrust us to handle the matter on their behalf.

Therefore, Belial risked being punched open by Liu Shuang to come and pay his respects to Liu Shuang, mainly to gain the understanding of this young prince, who was the representative of Han Hai and a member of Chen Mo's family.

He succeeded.

Upon hearing that this guy might be of some help to Chen Mo, Liu Shuang temporarily loosened her fist.

Next, Belial earnestly and sincerely explained to Liu Shuang the current situation of Blue Star, analyzed the predicament of the Vast Ocean, and looked forward to the future of the two worlds. Of course, he also emphasized his own importance.

Beria was genuinely afraid.

He knew very well that he had indeed interfered with the summoning, but this interference led to another beneficial outcome, so given the personality of that Lord of the Vast Ocean, there was a high probability that he would let him go.

The real trouble lies with Princess Liushuang.

After all, he had once presented Chen Mo with a pair of carefully trained twin maids in an attempt to curry favor with him, but when he heard that Chen Mo had given them to Liu Shuang on the spot, he broke out in a cold sweat.

Thankfully, this young prince seems to be a kind person.

"Your Highness Liushuang, I'm afraid I won't be able to return. Here is a letter that I would like to ask you to deliver to Lord Chen Mo. Rest assured, the contents have been checked by the Eastern Xia side and there is absolutely no conspiracy or trickery involved. It is just my heartfelt words."

Liu Shuang opened it with a skeptical look, quickly glanced at it, her brows furrowed, and her eyes filled with confusion.

The "best friend" next to her whispered something, and Liu Shuang's expression changed instantly. She slammed the envelope shut and held it in her hand as if it were a hot potato.

It's hard to imagine what could be considered a hot potato for a greatswordsman of this caliber.

This is a memorial to the throne.

Beria had been studying the Dongxia culture so diligently that he was almost obsessed. To him, the script and language of these "ancient gods" were full of magical charm.

From those stirring and sacred texts, Beria firmly believed that there must have been gods in ancient Dongxia, but later, for various reasons, the gods left or perished, leaving behind this godless world.

He, Beria, may one day uncover this earth-shattering secret.

During this period, Beria's writing style changed completely, and the letter he is writing now is written in the standard ancient writing style of the Xia Kingdom.

The name is—

"A petition to establish the Kunyi ritual as soon as possible to ensure the continuation of ancestral sacrifices!"
(End of this chapter)