After Admitting The Wrong God They Regret It - Chapter 27

“Connected.”

 

The screen flickered, revealing a stern-faced demon with a slightly distorted, indifferent voice coming through the communicator.

 

“Reporting, Commander. Communication Unit 537, Codename Lu Xuan, intercepted some communications on our way to the lower galaxy, the Repaired Star, sent from the Tree Spirit Star in the lower galaxy to the Radiant Star.”

 

Soon, the communication content was transmitted.

 

Xinghui was sensitive to the words “lower galaxy,” holding nutrient fluid with beautiful eyes wide open, paying careful attention.

 

Upon seeing the communication content, Yuanyuan furrowed his brows and turned to Xinghui.

 

“Do these rumors about fragments of gods really exist?”

 

Xinghui was taken aback, then quickly nodded.

 

“The Abyss used the power of the gods to calm the cosmic storm. After resisting the cosmic storm, the fragments of power would scatter throughout the interstellar space as the storm dissipated. Among the larger pieces, they are referred to as god fragments. Generally, these god fragments are stable, with a probability of discovery around zero point something percent. Eventually, they will disperse into the interstellar space over time.”

 

He had considered searching for god fragments to restore his power, but considering the probability of finding them, the young god thought about his luck and decided to continue seeking followers.

 

But now, the mention of god fragments caught his attention.

 

Xinghui felt his heart skip a few beats.

 

“News about god fragments?”

 

“Communication between Tree Spirit Star and Radiant Star mentioned that Tree Spirit Star may have found god fragments in the cities before their cosmic storm. Now, those cities, buried by the earthquakes caused by the cosmic storm, have turned into a mountain range. There are constant flashes of light at night, and the violent star beasts controlled by genetic diseases in the vicinity also become quiet.”

 

“Flashing at night?”

 

The fragments of gods have always been sensitive, but in the ancient records of the Alliance about gods and the abyss, there was never a mention of god fragments triggering such a strong reaction.

 

If it truly is a god fragment, his intuition is undoubtedly correct!

 

He needs to quickly enhance his power and find out what exactly has happened.

 

The young god stood up abruptly, his movements too fast and urgent. Yuanyuan leaned on the table in front of Xinghui. The faint aura emanating from the young god reached Yuanyuan’s nostrils, almost colliding with him. Yuanyuan extended his large hand, supporting Xinghui’s waist.

 

“Why are you in such a hurry.”

 

With Yuanyuan stabilizing him, Xinghui regained his divine dignity, nodding slightly.

 

“I’m not in a hurry.”

 

He just couldn’t wait to figure out what was happening on the Tree Spirit Star.

 

Well, he really wasn’t in a hurry at all.

 

“You continue to proceed according to the plan.”

 

Xiya addressed Lu Xuan, who was still waiting.

 

Upon hearing this, Lu Xuan’s deep red eyes discreetly scanned Xinghui once again. Then, with a serious and satisfied expression, he closed the communication.

 

Since Xinghui led them to find the energy mines, the official stance of the demon clan towards the gods didn’t change much on the surface. However, their attitude towards Xinghui did undergo a significant transformation, especially after Xinghui pulled Huan Yun back from the brink of death. Those demons who hadn’t seen the gods were tough in words but eagerly took every opportunity to interact with the young god.

 

This five-person squad was selected from the internal military selection a few days ago. If not for numerous restrictions, it would have likely turned into a full-scale military martial arts competition.

 

Little god still wasn’t aware of these changes in the demon clan and remained confident that maintaining a good cooperative relationship and distance from this fierce race was crucial.

 

“Report on the situation on Tree Spirit Star.”

 

Yuanyuan loosened his grip, stepping back two paces. He addressed Xiya, then casually folded his hands, giving them a subtle shake.

 

Is his waist really that slender?

 

Xinghui still held the nutrient fluid in his hand, but his attention was quickly drawn away by the news from Tree Spirit Star. He stopped squeezing the nutrient fluid and gently swayed it in his hand.

 

The distinction between upper and lower galaxies is based on their proximity to the cosmic abyss. Upper galaxies, under the protection of the cosmic abyss, experience slow progression of genetic diseases. In contrast, lower galaxies, though better than desolate galaxies, still face challenges. Many planets in lower galaxies show no signs of life, along with frequent abnormal weather and natural phenomena. The star beasts, affected by genetic diseases, become ferocious and aggressive, making the survival environment extremely harsh.

 

This dependence on the assistance of upper galaxies makes their situation more challenging.

 

Tree Spirit Star is one of the planets in the lower galaxy most severely affected by star beasts. The inhabitants are all Tree Spirit beings, characterized by emerald green eyes and a psychic inclination towards manipulating plants.

 

Xiya succinctly briefed the demon clan’s findings on Tree Spirit Star, then looked at Yuanyuan.

 

Yuanyuan naturally took the nutrient fluid that Xinghui had half-drunk without a place to put. Sensing Xiya’s gaze, he raised his eyes.

 

“If it’s really a god fragment, according to the cooperation requirements, it’s indeed necessary for us to visit Tree Spirit Star. However, Tree Spirit Star has always maintained contact with the Alliance royal family, and it’s almost certain they won’t be friendly towards us.”

 

Xinghui was attentively listening and nodded at the statement.

 

From the information just now, it was apparent that the Tree Spirit beings urgently wanted the protection of the upper galaxy, seeking the shelter of the Alliance. Figuring out how to resolve this situation is indeed…

 

“So, gather everyone who can fight, and bring all available weapons.”

 

Yuanyuan’s voice was casual yet assertive, straightforward and direct.

 

“Check how many people we can take with us.”

 

Tree Spirit beings might indeed be unfriendly, but in the entire universe, which race is more unfriendly than the demon clan?

 

Xinghui was momentarily numb, his hair twitched, then his eyelashes lowered, casting a shadow.

 

Powerful strength indeed spares one from many considerations.

 

How wonderful.

 

The young god also wanted to stop thinking.

 

On Yuanyuan’s side, he had decided to have a ‘friendly’ conversation with the Tree Spirit beings about the god fragment. He was about to turn and ask Xinghui how many small airships his current psychic power could allow into the abyss-covered area.

 

However, those fair fingertips had already grasped the hem of his clothing.

 

Although not previously given much attention, the young god’s skin was exceptionally delicate. Holding onto the black military uniform, the contrast was evident.

 

Yuanyuan just glanced over.

 

“I want to go.”

 

Those three words made Yuanyuan straighten up.

 

“I can discern the situation of god fragments, and it’s dangerous to deal with races in contact with the Alliance. It would be more convenient for me to accompany you.”

 

Xinghui stood next to Yuanyuan, still holding onto his clothes, lifting his unseen eyes.

 

It was like the first time they met, staring at him with that stubborn and determined gaze.

 

This time, they were very close.

 

Yuanyuan could see Xinghui’s thick black eyelashes fluttering slightly.

 

Is he nervous?

 

But there was no sign of nervousness on the cold face of the young god.

 

Yuanyuan stared at Xinghui’s face, contemplating for a moment.

 

“Alright.”

 

“Boss.”

 

Xiya’s voice expressed some disagreement.

 

After all, Xinghui’s vulnerability among the demon clan was evident. In the desolate galaxy, surrounded by demons, there was protection. But in areas covered by the cosmic abyss, no one could predict what might happen.

 

“But you have to promise me not to wander off. Whatever I say, you have to listen. First, it’s to ensure your safety, and second, to ensure you won’t pose a threat to our safety. Promise us, and we’ll depart as soon as possible.”

 

Yuanyuan’s face drew even closer to Xinghui’s, his tone lazy.

 

Xinghui agreed straightforwardly, “Okay.”

 

Sensing the intense heat emanating from him, Xinghui, feeling somewhat uncomfortable, took two steps back, avoiding his overwhelmingly aggressive aura.

 

“When you’re ready to depart, notify me. I’ll try to restore some psychic power before then.”

 

Xinghui said he wasn’t in a hurry, but his pace leaving was quick.

 

Yuanyuan instructed someone to follow him, watching Xinghui’s departing figure with a thoughtful expression.

 

“Boss, is it too dangerous to let the God follow us?”

 

In the eyes of the demon clan, they didn’t pay much attention to the second condition Yuanyuan mentioned. The demons were tough, surviving even in the most barren desolate galaxy. The star beasts affected by genetic diseases wouldn’t dare to trouble the demons, and any injuries they sustained would quickly heal due to their robust self-healing abilities.

 

But Xinghui was different.

 

The scars from the previous encounter with the Separatists were still visible on him.

 

Sending such a delicate little god to a dangerous place.

 

It felt like the usually rough demon clan accidentally acquired a tender and beautiful flower, and now, after carefully nurturing it for twenty-four hours, you want to leave this delicate beauty outside in a thunderstorm?

 

The group of demons shook their heads repeatedly, just thinking about it.

 

Yuanyuan glanced at Xiya.

 

“Then, are you going to reject him?”

 

Xiya choked for a moment.

 

“Make him angry? Make him uncomfortable?”

 

A momentary pause fell over the demons present.

 

“Instead of making him think of other ways, why not go along with his wishes? Tell him openly that we’ll look out for him. Besides, it’s indeed not a trivial matter.”

 

Yuanyuan leaned against the table, holding the half-drunk nutrient fluid that Xinghui left behind in his hand. He casually opened the cap, which had a straw inserted, took two or three sips, finished the remaining nutrient fluid, and tossed it aside.

 

“Go, organize everything quickly. We need to depart as soon as possible. The information should have reached the Alliance by now; we need to be one step ahead of them.”

 

 

After assembling the team, the starship departed early the next morning.

 

Shi Xi was released at noon.

 

At this moment, Shi Xi still had a swollen and bruised face, and he hadn’t changed out of the black military uniform. Wrinkled and crumpled, it clung to him. With the robust recovery abilities of the demon clan, it was evident that Z30, who was responsible for guarding him, had taken good care of him in these past few days.

 

He didn’t show much reluctance on his face. His gaze kept searching for something, and his expression turned peculiar when he heard the words of those around him.

 

“What do you mean? Yuanyuan let me temporarily command the Z30 galaxy?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Shi Xi found it extremely strange.

 

But before him was the command room of the Z30 galaxy. Without much thought, he eagerly entered when the door opened automatically.

 

There were few demons inside.

 

Xiya, buried in documents, raised his face with a resentful expression.

 

Shi Xi tried his best to tidy up his clothes, straightened his posture, attempting to make himself look more presentable. However, after entering, he looked around blankly.

 

Leaving aside that insignificant guy Yuanyuan.

 

Where is the God?

 

During his confinement, Shi Xi had written an emotionally charged letter of repentance, contemplating numerous ways to apologize to the God.

 

The non-combatant staff, Xiya, sneered.

 

The author has something to say:

 

Xiya: I hate it!

 

Yuanyuan: Is there anything good to drink in this nutrient fluid? Let me taste it again.

 

Xinghui: Can this stroke of luck fall on my head?!!

 

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These days have been busy at home, a bit delayed. No, don’t put me in the small black room【trembles】

 

And then, wait until next weekend or a day around the weekend. We should be able to arrange a meeting.

 

Working hard, really working hard!

 

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