Xyrin Empire

Chapter 381 - 381 381 Qianqians Ingenious Ideas

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“So, having come all this way, why lack the courage to enter?”

An annoying man’s voice suddenly echoed through the air around us. It sounded polite, but an undercurrent of arrogance and derision carried more than twenty meters against the wind.

Pandora whipped out a nuclear bomb on the spot.

“You’re really calm.”

I confiscated Pandora’s nuclear bomb, then pushed hard on the door in front of us, but the first attempt seemed a bit of a failure. Who knew how many layers of reinforcing magic had been applied, making it as solid as the armor of an interstellar warship; clearly, the person inside had no intention of being hospitable.

“Boring little tricks.”

I shrugged my shoulders, lightly touched the center of the door with my fingertips, and in the next second, amidst the intense sound of an explosion, the entire icy door shattered into pieces.

Using armor containing energy to counter a master of energy manipulation is truly the most idiotic action in the world.

The room that appeared before us was huge and filled with odd features.

Like the other compartments, this one was also made entirely of crystal-like ice, but the walls on all sides and the floor beneath our feet were covered in complex lines that seemed to form equilateral triangles. Yet, by shape alone, these patterns could not possibly make up the room we were in. Undoubtedly, the room was infused with magic that made the impossible possible. Another strange aspect of this room was its ceiling, which soared above us far higher than the Adriatic Sea Queen Battleship’s actual maximum volume. Yet without a trace of spatial energy fluctuations, the microscopic laws of the world had been subtly deceived, revealing such a spectacle before us.

At the center of the room sat a huge ice sphere, but I did not see Silvia’s figure atop it. Several men stood in front of the ice sphere, quietly watching the direction of the door. And in the corners of the room, several figures in black robes stood silently—these were all the enemies at the heart of the battleship.

“Quite capable,” the blond man standing at the forefront spread his arms as we entered, “No wonder you could cause such widespread chaos on board. It seems even a monkey, when driven to madness, can serve some purpose.”

He sure was arrogant.

The man speaking was a tall, thin man who appeared to be in his forties, wearing an exceedingly extravagant priest robe. The delicate lace on his clothing could have armed a golden dragon desk and left enough to spare for two high-backed, glass armchairs. His flashy taste lacked any innovation. A bunch of crosses hung around his neck, fixed on several chains that multiplied around his chest like growth rings. His hooked nose, squinty, droopy eyes, and the trace of arrogance and disdain that lingered at the corner of his mouth, all served to signify another fanatic of the Roman Orthodox Church, his head full of the belief that God’s glory was paramount and all heretics deserved to die.

“A fellow of the Roman Orthodox, Bishop Pyagio, is it?”

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