From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 372 Defeated soldiers are bound to be pitiful, and pitiful soldiers are bound to be victorious.

There are two enemies on the field: a thief who stole the relics and a heretic with a long-standing grudge.

In this situation, which should be addressed first?

The Death Star apostle pondered for a moment and soon came to a conclusion.

Heretics deserve to die!

After deciding to prioritize dealing with the heretics, the Death Star apostles ordered a ceasefire and sent a communication request to the thieves.

A moment later, the request was approved, and communication was established.

"It seems you've changed your mind," Mordy said with a smile.

"Heretics are even more hateful, thieves. We can settle our scores another day." The Death Star Apostle spoke calmly. "Under no circumstances should the relics fall into the hands of heretics."

"Ha, that's easy for you to say."

Modi twitched the corners of his mouth, his tone gradually turning cold.

"But do you think a few words are enough to make me let go of my grudges? Who do you think you are?"

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"...What do you want?" The projection of the Death Star apostle frowned. "I can take that as a threat."

"Yes, I was threatening you," he readily admitted.

"Who do you think you are? You started a fight with me over a disagreement, trespassed into my star system just to steal the wreckage we discovered, and now you want to just walk away and leave? There's no such thing as a free lunch."

The two manifested appearances faced each other in the vast space, and both units could feel each other's emotions, with suppressed anger welling up inside them.

"Aren't you afraid I'll team up with those skinny guys?" the Death Star Apostle threatened.

"Ha, what do you think they would choose if I just threw the wreckage out?" Mordy retorted.

Judging from the attack route of the Silent Apostles, it can be almost certain that they came for the Zero Element Remains.

Lilina is leading her army to resist the enemy. With her as an immortal of the Zerg sequence, plus the fleet left there by Mordi, and the warp contingency plan, she should not be afraid of the enemy breaking through the defenses.

Mordy has plenty of time to waste here with the Death Star Apostles; it's the Death Star Apostles themselves who are anxious.

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The Death Star apostle kept calculating, and after a short while, it came to a conclusion.

Once they obtain the wreckage, the Silent Apostles will most likely withdraw immediately.

And it's highly unlikely that it can stop them, let alone face the immortals before it.

Relics must not be lost; before sacred relics, everything else must give way.

But the thief obviously won't hand over the keepsake. What should we do?

Let's listen to what it wants first.

After a brief internal exchange, it sent another message.

"What do you want? We can do our best to fulfill your wish, but there is only one condition—the relic must not be lost."

"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Modi smiled. "Let's make an agreement."

"protocol?"

"Yes, I know you're reluctant to give up the remains, but they're useful to me too. So, how about you leave them with me for the next five hundred years?"

The window theory applies even to the Death Star apostles.

When Mordy proposes handing the remains over to the heretics, they will refuse without hesitation, but if he only wants to keep them for five hundred years, they will seriously consider it.

Another round of discussion took place on the fleet's internal channel, with the Death Star Apostle's projection displaying a helpless expression.

It compromised.

"Yes, but we must reclaim that sacred relic five hundred years from now."

Five hundred years is indeed not a long time for them, equivalent to the time a certain monkey was suppressed.

They just hoped that Modi wouldn't go back on his word or play some kind of contract trap.

Of course, Modi wouldn't do that. He also knew that if he dared to do so, the next time he would face a pilgrimage fleet ten times the size.

Moreover, he believes that his research will be completed in less than five hundred years.

With the signing of the temporary mutual defense agreement, the tense atmosphere between the two sides eased somewhat.

Although there was still a lingering smell of gunpowder, it was not a serious problem.

Mordy immediately ordered, "Change direction and let us sandwich the Silent Apostles from both sides."

The Death Star apostles who signed the joint defense agreement also joined the battle.

Although both fleets suffered severe damage, they were still quite useful after absorbing some of the wreckage and repairing their hulls.

At this point, a counterattack could be launched, potentially surrounding the enemy ships.

"Lilina, I've come to your aid. What's the situation?"

Lilina was taken aback by his words. "Not bad. These skinny guys won't be able to break through my defenses anytime soon. Are you done on your end?"

"It's all done. I even signed a temporary joint defense agreement with those undead AIs. Now I've got them on board," Modi said.

"That's... really something."

"Alright, enough chit-chat, let's work together and sandwich them between two sides."

On their side, the Blood God Cult fleet and the space wreckage split into two groups, forming a pincer movement, attacking the Silent Apostle from the left and right.

Those silent ships, glowing with an eerie green light and seemingly dug out of graves, all had their sensors emitting sharp, explosive sounds.

The spacecraft operators were alerted that something big was approaching.

After hearing this, the fleet commander remained silent, and the entire metal skeleton glowed green, as if seeking the opinion of its superior in a prayerful manner.

"Besides the signal from that unknown immortal, we've also detected the signal from the Death Star's apostles. My lord, they seem to have reached some kind of consensus. Shall we fight or retreat?"

Shortly after the prayer was sent out, the true master of the fleet, an apostle belonging to the Silent King, replied: "Initiate emergency jump. We have lost this battle."

"My lord, when the emergency jump charge takes several standard times, we may have to prepare for engagement and send some ships to cover the rear."

"Do as you say."

Leaving those words behind, the apostle withdrew his gaze and focused on the struggle with another being of the same level.

"Where did this bug come from? How come even the Zerg are here?"

Seeing the living planet opposite, with its tentacles flailing wildly, the apostle felt his head spinning.

The Zerg have always been synonymous with being difficult to deal with, not only because of their strength, but also because of their powerful backers.

Killing one insect can attract millions of insects—this is no joke.

The living planet before him had kept him occupied for so long, preventing him from breaking through the defenses and obtaining the wreckage.

Without a doubt, this living planet is among the best in the Zerg hierarchy.

"We can't win, and we don't dare to fight. It seems this plan has completely failed."

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The apostle shook his head, silently counting down the emergency jump countdown in his mind.

Now he should be considering how to cut his losses in time and how to defend against the three-way attack.

While I was pondering this, the combined fleet from behind arrived.

"Enemy ships have entered our firing range."

"Permission to fire."

The light spears fired in unison, and in just one round, they ignited and destroyed more than a dozen enemy ships.

After rounds of battles, the Silent Apostles' ships were no longer intact, with their armored hulls damaged in many places. Faced with attacks from a large number of enemies, they inevitably began to falter.

Among their enemies, the space wreckage was the most ferocious.

The two sides had a long-standing grudge, and when they met, all sorts of old and new grievances combined, causing them to immediately transform into bloodthirsty berserkers.

Some captains even set the ship's automatic course and ordered it to travel at near-light speed to ram the enemy ship when it was about to be destroyed.

"As the saying goes, a defeated army is bound to be pitiful, and a pitiful army is bound to be victorious. Right now, the enemy is about to become a defeated army, so we must be careful."

Modi rambled on in the command channel.

"Furthermore, we may become a victorious army, and victorious armies are bound to be arrogant, and arrogant armies are bound to be defeated. If we are defeated because of this, the outcome will not be pleasant."

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The Death Star apostle remained silent.

What on earth is this guy talking about?

After thinking it over, it decided to ignore his nonsense and focus its energy on military matters.

The frigate moved five meters to the left.

The next second, a split beam shot out, hitting the frigate that had just completed the leftward shift command, taking the hit for the battleship whose shields were temporarily offline behind it.

In that split second, the battleship's shields reactivated, and its fully charged main guns fired, successfully destroying the enemy ship that had launched the split beam.

"My micro-management skills haven't deteriorated." The Death Star Apostle thought with satisfaction.

Sensors monitor the battlefield situation, and massive amounts of information flood into the central computer, where it is rapidly processed.

Among them, it discovered some unusual friendly units.

"Those are... Zerg?"

On the battlefield, there were some units that stood out from their surroundings.

Compared to warships forged from steel, they are made of flesh and blood, covered in chitinous shells, and have multi-purpose tentacles and ferocious mouthparts.

Without a doubt, these are the Zerg as it perceives them.

"Why are even the Zerg here?" it asked. "Are they friend or foe?"

"They're allies," Modi replied, "They're here to give me support."

"I see..."

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Although the Death Star Apostle responded calmly, other thoughts were stirring within him.

No wonder they were so confident earlier; they had a backup plan... Luckily, I didn't fight to the bitter end.

Thinking about this, it felt fortunate, but also a little schadenfreude.

I wonder what the Silent Apostle, who is being besieged, is feeling right now. He must be feeling very frustrated.

As it predicted, the Silent Apostle, besieged by three sides, felt like a spinning top, capable of being made to spin by anyone.

First it was attacked by the Zerg swarm, then by the Blood God Cult fleet, then by the space wreckage, and finally by all three parties at once.

"My lord, our fleet has lost more than 30% of its warships, and most of the remaining ships are also damaged. It is estimated that after an emergency jump, at most only half of the ships will remain."

The fleet commander said cautiously.

"Tsk, so much has fallen?" the Silent Apostle said with a headache. "Can't we find a way to reduce the loss?"

"I'm sorry, my lord, but this is the best-case scenario we've calculated," the fleet commander said helplessly.

The Silent Apostle sighed deeply after hearing this.

"All ships should be gathered together as much as possible."

Once the order was given, all the warships began to move within seconds.

They abandoned all offensive actions, turned their shields to maximum power, and, despite the combined attack from the three sides, gathered together according to the apostle's command.

Shields of the same frequency cancel each other out and merge, allowing these ships to come together and even touch each other.

The hull and armor writhed, squeezed and deformed against each other, and merged together. With the help of living metal, these ships gradually combined into a whole.

"All units, abandon your bodies and upload your consciousness back to the database," the apostle commanded again.

So the crew members, including the fleet commander and the captains of each ship, responded to his order and compressed and uploaded their digitized consciousness.

At this point, the fleet assembly officially became a ghost ship, with only the emergency warp engine and shields still functioning.

The will of the Silent Apostle enveloped it, and green arcs of electricity danced across the ship's surface, causing the ghost ship to transform once more.

The living metal flowed rapidly, creating a gray-green humanoid shell out of thin air.

Its surface flashed with green electric arcs, a huge halo hung behind it, and it exuded a sacred aura.

It seems that anything that opposes it will be defined as blasphemy and evil.

The will of the Silent Apostle entered this body and moved its hands and feet, which were made of living metal.

He stretched out his right hand, releasing an energy shield to block the incoming light spears and artillery fire.

The apostle tilted his head slightly, looked at the fleet that was firing continuously, and pointed a finger lightly.

Green lightning shot out from his fingertips, distorting space and instantly traversing the vast void between them.

The green lightning pierced through the shield of the leading frigate, struck its armor, and then seeped into the hull without damage, traveling between pipes and circuits, passing through every crew member who passed by.

In an instant, the ship struck by lightning disintegrated completely, all matter breaking down into tiny green cubes, which then vanished without a trace.

After the successful strike, the green lightning did not disappear. Instead, it used the frigate as a springboard to split into two arcs of electricity, which continued to shoot at other nearby ships.

The pass goes from 1 to 2, then from 2 to 4, then from 4 to 8, then from 8 to 16...

A tiny arc of electricity spread into a grid within seconds, completely annihilating a large number of ships and creating a breach in the combined fleet.

If the Death Star Apostles and Mordy hadn't reacted quickly enough to evacuate nearby warships before the lightning jump to other ships, the battle losses would likely have been even greater.

"Is this the apostle's method?" Mordy raised an eyebrow, a hint of interest in his eyes.

To the naked eye, those green lightning bolts are nothing more than splitting beams that can easily annihilate matter.

But he suspects that things are probably not that simple.

"That chain of lightning is a subversion of the laws of physics and the nemesis of mechanical creations," the Death Star Apostle said in a deep voice.

"When they resort to this tactic, it means they're getting serious."

It is precisely because of this authority that the Silent King has a poor relationship with the other mechanical gods, and the same applies to his relationship with the Death Star family.

"You warned us too late," Modi said expressionlessly. "If you had said it sooner, we could have stopped the damage in time."

"I didn't expect him to do this for a mere fleet. In my calculations, he was more likely to sacrifice half of his forces and have the rest of the fleet make an emergency jump evacuation."

"So now it seems he wants both?"

During their conversation, the Silent Apostle made another move.

With a casual wave of his hand, he manipulated gravity, broke through the space anchor set up by the combined fleet, and made a short jump to the space wreckage.

Then, green lightning surged from his body, weaving into a spider web that captured a large number of wrecked spaceships.

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