Manager, give me a membership card too!

Just as it had pierced through Chaldea's lines before, the pure white beam of light also pierced through the dimensional fleet's lines, and after successfully reaching the very center of the entire fleet, it began a new round of reactions.

Space distorted, annihilated, and collapsed, transforming into countless exploding fragments that scatter in all directions. A terrifying energy storm swept across everything around it, engulfing the distorted and deformed remains, and blossoming into the most brilliant and magnificent flowers in the universe.

After a moment, all was silent. Only the wreckage floating in space told of its unfortunate fate.

Rorschach remained standing in the spacious conference room, the screen in front of him displaying the scene at the dimensional fleet—or rather, the ruins. Around him stood a group of overjoyed Human Revolutionary Alliance elites, embracing each other and loudly celebrating their narrow escape.

Unlike the excited crowd around him, Luo Xia showed no joy on his face. Instead, he closed his eyes and slowly shook his head.

"You reap what you sow. Since you've gone to such lengths, don't blame me for being ruthless and annihilating you all. May you be reborn into a better life next time."

After muttering a soft sigh, Luo Xia turned to the company representatives beside him and said:

"Send out rescue ships, save as many as you can."

Upon hearing the order, the silver-haired girl nodded, and lines of text began to flash rapidly in her clear eyes, conveying Rorschach's will to the Azure Fleet that was fighting in space.

However, before the Azure Fleet could send rescue ships to the location where the Dimensional Fleet had previously been stationed to search for survivors, new changes occurred on the battlefield.

Not far from where the dimensional fleet had been, countless pure white magical rings suddenly appeared in space. These magical rings rotated incessantly, guiding the flow of magical energy and opening passages connecting to the other side of spacetime.

The next second, countless silver-white steel warships, shaped like a "U"-shaped tuning fork, slowly flew out from the pure white magic ring, forming neat square formations in the universe, and silently flew towards the location of the Azure Fleet.

And the number of these warships... is endless!

Chapter 331 Cradle

Chapter 331 Cradle

In the distant Midgard (Midzildar), within the ground headquarters of the Time and Space Administration, there exists such a secret room.

The surroundings were pitch black, but the ground was covered with various wires and machines, giving it a strange sense of technology.

In the very center of this room, in the only place illuminated by light, there is a platform.

On the platform were three oval-shaped glass jars, in which three brains could be seen floating in some kind of transparent liquid, bubbling from time to time, which looked extremely eerie.

In this place, which resembled the set of some low-budget horror movie, three aged male voices echoed in the empty room.

"That idiot Edmund Duke failed and destroyed a dimensional fleet."

"He was just a reckless brute who loved to show off, and he deserved to die. It's just a pity about Major McKinsey, who was by his side. He was a talented man, and it was a waste of his abilities to work for him."

"Those two are now history, no need to mention them anymore. But that ninety-seventh manager of the outer world is a bit beyond my expectations. This level of combat power is not common these days."

"So what if it's not common? Even if we can't use the Rainbow Cannon, the dimensional fleet can overwhelm that planet with sheer numbers. At most, it will just consume more resources. It's laughable that a civilization that hasn't even left its own home star system wants to be an enemy of the Bureau that rules over countless worlds."

“That’s right. Let those little guys from the Dimensional Fleet have some practice. Mead has been at peace for too long, so long that some people have forgotten how we defeated other enemies and became the rulers of this world. Now, it’s time to show them what happens when they rebel against us and the Bureau.”

"I second that."

"I second that."

With the echoing of two other male voices, the three "people" in the room reached a consensus and fell silent once more. Meanwhile, on Earth, beyond endless space and time, war was reignited.

With the roar of naval cannons, the swarms of fighter jets, and the rain of missiles, two groups of warships with vastly different styles were locked in a primal firepower contest against the backdrop of the pitch-black universe. Lasers of various colors illuminated the surrounding airspace, creating a tragic yet beautiful scene, accompanied by the occasional bursts of fire.

Now, the renewed outbreak of war has transformed the conference room where Luo Xia was located from a sea of ​​laughter and joy into a turbulent Bermuda Triangle. Everyone looked at their colleagues with heavy expressions, their minds filled with terrible thoughts.

Of course, this does not include Rorschach and the Enterprise that has always stood by his side.

With a disdainful glance at the swaying seaweed in the conference room, Enterprise raised his war bow and moved closer to Rorschach.

"Commander, please allow me to go to the front lines and personally reap the fruits of victory for you!"

The silver-haired girl's eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit. She had waited too long and seemed impatient. She longed to dedicate everything to her commander in exchange for the chance to stay by his side, rather than being abandoned in the port once again.

But the man's next words made the company's expression froze, and the man became completely stunned.

"As the commander-in-chief of the Azure Fleet, how can you go to the front line yourself? Leave such dangerous matters to me."

Patting the silver-haired girl beside him on the shoulder, Rorschach stretched and stepped into the slowly opening blue-white spatial portal before him. By the time Enterprise finally realized with horror what Rorschach had done, her commander, whom she had finally found, had already traversed hundreds of thousands of kilometers of space, arriving at the battlefield not far from the moon, stepping into that death zone where explosions occurred every second.

Meanwhile, the Azure Fleet and the Dimensional Fleet, engaged in combat not far from the moon, almost simultaneously spotted the man who had abruptly appeared in the center of the battlefield. This completely unexpected situation caused both sides, which were frantically unleashing a torrent of ammunition, to momentarily freeze in shock. Only the computer-controlled automated defense systems continued to diligently defend against the approaching attacks.

However, after a brief silence came an even more intense outburst. Finally realizing that their superiors had suddenly appeared in the center of the battlefield, the Azure Fleet went berserk as if injected with adrenaline. The previously orderly attack turned into a hysterical charge, frantically overloading all kinds of energy weapons, and the firepower density instantly more than tripled. Even the various supply ships that should not have been directly involved in the battlefield began to race towards Rorschach at full speed.

The Azure Fleet's sudden and ferocious offensive, as if it had been given a Shaman's Bloodlust and then a Paladin's Blessing, nearly stunned the unsuspecting Dimensional Fleet. The captains from Midgold couldn't understand why their opponents were behaving so recklessly, risking engine explosions and cannon damage by engaging in such a short-sighted and destructive act.

However, they soon understood why the other side was fighting so desperately; an urgent message from the Administration headquarters gave the captains the answer.

The man who inexplicably appeared in the very center of the battlefield was actually the enemy fleet's top boss?! A figure equivalent to the 'Three Admirals' of the Time and Space Administration, the 'Supreme Council,' and the 'Pope of the Holy King Church' would actually appear in the center of a battlefield where two armies are clashing? Are the humans in the Ninety-Seventh Administration of the Outer World really going to play this big?

Although I don't know what went wrong with the other party's leader to come to such a dangerous place, how could I not take the credit that was offered to me?

Following closely behind the Azure Fleet, the Dimensional Fleet also went berserk, charging towards Luo Xia's location with all its might. One after another, they surged forward, neck and neck, showing no sign of retreat even as the lead ships were riddled with bullets from the Azure Fleet's cannons. Instead, they began to overload their engines, just like the Azure Fleet, determined to catch the man who represented power and honor before the enemy.

Just as both sides were racing each other, trying to be the first to reach Rorschach, what was the shopkeeper doing, the one who started this battle in another direction?

He was casting a spell; to be precise, Rorschach was unleashing a new spell he had learned, a spell unique to this world.

Slightly raising his right arm, Luo Xia chanted an ancient incantation with his eyes half-closed. As he murmured, a magic circle shining with pure white light slowly appeared in his palm.

It was a triangular magic circle with a pure white sword cross at its center and three concentric rings surrounding it.

The blasphemous cross symbolizes redemption from destruction and is the foundation of everything.

'Kingdom,' 'Victory,' and 'Glory' are closely intertwined through the connection of fate and justice, adorning the king's glorious crown.

This is the symbol of the ancient Belka Kingdom, a triangle representing eternal royal power.

At this moment, Rorschach, who had finished loading, opened his eyes and, amidst the occasional flashes of gunfire around him, loudly proclaimed his final declaration.

"By following the ancient covenant, I summon you in the name of King Belka, cradle of peace, the time for awakening has come!"

Chapter 332 Awakening

Chapter 332 Awakening

The headquarters planet of the Time and Space Administration, Midzhilda, and its capital, Kuranagang.

As the nominal capital of the Time and Space Administration, a massive organization that rules over countless worlds, Midzhilda's prosperity and power are unimaginable to the people of other planets.

Known as "World Number One," Mead is the most dazzling diamond in the crown of the Administration. Its scientific, technological, and military power surpasses all other planets, dominating them with near-overwhelming force.

The world under the administration of the Authority is colorful and diverse, with various forms of civilization.

Some of them were still living in the ignorant Middle Ages, worshipping the Bureau's fleet and mages as gods, offering them all their loyalty and faith.

Some have already evolved to the steam age, eagerly absorbing the advanced technology bestowed by the Administration Bureau, rapidly raising the level of civilization in their respective worlds.

More often, however, are modern civilizations similar to those on Earth, comfortably sheltered under the wing of the Administration.

In these civilizations and planets, all those who strive for progress yearn for one thing: to leave their home planet and journey to Midzhida, the beacon of democracy, freedom, and justice.

Everyone firmly believed that as long as they could reach Midzhida, a wonderful life awaited them.

The air there is sweet, the spring water is sweet, and even the people there must be more intelligent than those in other worlds.

However, these people, immersed in their own beautiful aspirations, were unaware that Midzhilda was already plunged into chaos resembling the end of the world.

The proud people of Midgard could never have imagined that their glorious and sacred capital would one day be attacked.

Accompanied by a massive tremor powerful enough to shake the entire city, the ancient weapon that had slumbered for thousands of years awoke from the depths of the earth.

It is the crystallization of wisdom from a great civilization in ancient times, an immortal throne cast in metal.

Following an ancient covenant, 'she' will pledge allegiance to the rulers of Belka, using her unparalleled absolute power to save the world, or...

Destroy it!

"The Cradle of the Holy King... the ultimate weapon of the ancient Belka Empire, the legendary throne of the Holy King, the ship of the Holy One who reigns supreme. Great King, after countless years of silence, have you finally returned to our side?"

In a magnificent church in the capital city of Midzhilda, an elderly man with white hair and beard, dressed in some kind of religious attire, watched with excitement as a golden-purple triangular spaceship gradually rose into the sky, his slightly cloudy eyes filled with pious and fervent gaze.

As the current Pope of the Holy King Church and the communicator of faith for billions of Mede people, he never imagined that he would witness such a great miracle in his lifetime. If it weren't for the restraint of being a religious leader, this most devout worshipper of the Holy King might have lost all composure by now.

However, unlike the excited followers of the Holy King's Church, the other rulers of Midzhilda felt like their heads were about to explode.

As members of Midzhilda, they were naturally familiar with the mythology promoted by the Church of the Holy King, which was widely spread among the inhabitants of Midzhilda. Unlike the ignorant masses, those in high positions knew far more than ordinary people.

The Cradle of the Holy King, the decisive weapon of the Gudabelka Empire. With just one ship, it crushed the many duchies of Gudabelka, unifying the entire Belka civilization. It was the foundation of the Belka Empire and its most powerful weapon.

According to the records in those tattered pages, as long as the Cradle of the Holy King reaches the correct location on the planet and receives enough magical replenishment, this warship will be invincible.

Faced with absolute quality, sheer quantity is utterly insignificant. Even the dimensional fleet might not be able to defeat this ancient weapon of mass, not to mention that the dimensional fleet has long since left Midgold.

In the conference room of the Midzhilda leadership, the usually impeccably dressed managers were now in a tense and chaotic frenzy, frantically arranging for the local Midzhilda garrison to delay the Holy King's cradle, and sending out more than a dozen distress messages in an attempt to recall the dimensional fleet headquarters that had already gone to the ninety-seventh outer world.

Unfortunately, as the most beautiful jewel in Midzhilda's crown, Kuranagang has never been touched by war since the establishment of the Time and Space Administration. A century of peace has not only made the city's residents complacent, but has also turned the once valiant guards into stepping stones for the sons of high-ranking officials to gain prestige.

By the time those slow-reacting mages scrambled into the sky, the Holy King's Cradle, having already replenished some of its magic power, had already deployed its defensive barriers. Ignoring the tickling attacks around it, it swaggered into the sky.

"Quickly, issue an emergency conscription order, summoning all civilians with archmage qualifications to join the ranks of those who can stop the Cradle of the Holy King! We don't have much time left. Once that thing rises into the sky and receives replenishment from the magical tide, everyone will die! No one can survive!"

In front of the Midzhilda government building, an old woman with blue hair, her face grim, was issuing orders, directing her few remaining troops to intercept the Holy King's Cradle over the capital.

As she watched the countless mages struggling against the Holy King's Cradle's automatic defense system on the screens in front of her, the old woman's expression grew increasingly somber.

If the dimensional fleet cannot return before the Cradle of the Holy King reaches the skies, the capital of Midzhilda, along with everyone within its walls, will become history. Midzhilda, having lost a large number of high-ranking officials in its capital region, will likely once again descend into fragmentation among various factions. The hard-won peace will be consumed by war once more.

That situation must never be allowed to happen! Even if it means selling her soul to the devil, she will prevent such an ending from coming.

Having made up her mind, just as the old woman was about to contact the 'shadows' hidden beneath the glorious facade of the Time and Space Administration to fight against the Cradle of the Holy King, an unexpected situation occurred.

After rising from beneath the earth, the Holy King's Cradle did not continue to ascend and draw power from the magical tides as everyone had expected, once it reached a certain height.

After a slight pause, a massive Belka Triangle magic circle suddenly erupted from the warship, enveloping the entire spaceship. Then, amidst everyone's heightened anticipation due to this unexpected event, it flickered a few times like a poorly receiving image, before vanishing from sight with a dazzling white light, leaving behind a group of mages staring blankly at the empty sky, their faces filled with astonishment as they stood bewildered in the cold wind.

Chapter 333 The Great God’s Declaration

Chapter 333 The Great God's Declaration

"Beep...beep...beep...!"

The piercing alarm echoed incessantly in the confined space, while the crimson lights flashed, illuminating the crowds rushing past in the corridor.

"The barrage on the left flank is too thin. What are the fire support team doing? Fire! Fire!"

"The warship has been hit in the flank, and the hangar has been severely damaged, making it unable to launch more attack aircraft!"

"The enemy warship is surrounded by a high-energy field, teleportation spells are ineffective, and the magic squad is useless. Captain, we are in a critical situation, let's retreat!"

Hearing the screams, cries and pleas for help coming through the communicator, the white-bearded old man sitting in the captain's chair had a resolute look in his eyes, and there was not a trace of retreat in his sharp eyes.

"No, the capital Kurana has been attacked by an unknown force, and the main fleet is preparing to return to Midas via a dimensional portal. Our mission is to stay here and buy time for the fleet to leave. Even if it means losing the last man, we cannot leave our posts!"

The captain's resolute attitude made it clear to the others that there was no turning back; they could only stay there and wait to die. Just as these expendable pawns of the dimensional fleet were despairingly awaiting their demise, the dazzling light characteristic of the rainbow cannons shone brightly behind them once again.

Reinforcements? Or other troops left behind to cover the retreat?

Just as everyone was filled with doubt, the captain, who had finished reading the latest instructions, slowly stood up from his chair and announced in his aged voice.

"Gentlemen, the crisis in the capital has been averted, the transfer order has been rescinded, and Fleet Headquarters has returned to the battlefield. We will continue our mission to attack the outer world of the 97th Administration. For the glory of Mead, we must win this battle!"

"Ow!!!"

The news that they wouldn't have to fight alone boosted the morale of everyone present, increasing their mission efficiency by a third and unleashing their full enthusiasm. However, compared to the excited soldiers under his command, the captain's mood gradually plummeted.

As he gazed at the purple-gold warship slowly emerging from a triangular magic circle in the distant starry sky, a shadow of despair appeared for the first time in his eyes, which had always burned with fierce fighting spirit.

The Cradle of the Holy King, the ultimate weapon of the ancient Belka Empire, is among the most dangerous even in the ancient relic category. Now, this terrifying weapon lies quietly at Rorschach's feet like a subdued behemoth, awaiting the command of its new master.

With a wave of his hand, Luo Xia dispersed the Belka Triangle Magic Array in his palm and looked with satisfaction at the massive metal ship beneath him. Although it might not be as large as his war fortresses, the power of the Holy King's Cradle was not to be underestimated.

To understand why Rorschach knew this, we need to talk about the power seed he obtained in this world.

As a perk of being a system host, Rorschach can choose a power seed from any world he contracts with, as long as he forms a contract with a member in the current world. This time, Rorschach's target is the power of the ancient Belka rulers, the lineage of the Holy King.

Unlike previous seeds that focused more on abilities, the Holy King's Power Seed, due to its unique nature, contains a wealth of magical knowledge and royal inheritance. This includes the incantations for summoning and controlling this Holy King's Cradle, as well as various ancient Belcar-specific magics. For example...

"The Heavenly Demon is annihilated!"

Slowly raising his right hand, Luo Xia murmured an ancient incantation.

A Belka triangle magic circle with the sword cross at its core appeared beneath his feet, and along with the magic circle flashing with lightning, a pitch-black dot appeared at the very center of the dimensional fleet.

In less than three seconds, this black dot, originally the size of a soccer ball, expanded a thousandfold, frantically devouring everything around it. The first to be affected were the Bureau fleet, which Luo Xia had targeted with his spell. By the time the captain of the dimensional warship near the black dot—no, now more accurately, the black hole—finally realized he was under attack, it was already too late.

A black hole that has grown to a certain size suddenly unleashes a terrifying gravitational pull, drawing all matter into its body while still defying common sense by radiating deadly energy in all directions.

Only after this black hole destroyed everything within its attack range did it flicker a few times unwillingly, then condense back to the original size of a football before exploding with a deafening roar, transforming into a swift gale that swept across a large area of ​​the surrounding starry sky.