After Admitting The Wrong God They Regret It - Chapter 72

Zhao Xiyuan had indeed studied a lot about Xinghui and the demon race.

But no matter how he analyzed it, he didn’t expect these guys to be so unpredictable.

It wasn’t just that they had managed to pinpoint their location so quickly amid the growing dissatisfaction with the gods, and then show up on their doorstep in such a short time.

The resentment against the gods in the galaxy was already intense, and the same resentment applied to the demon race. The alliance could no longer stabilize the situation, and various star systems were beginning to break away from its control.

This meant that uncontrollable factors were increasing among the different races. With the recent storm attack, many patients with severe genetic diseases had died, causing chaos in the star systems. Among the upper races, there were indeed radicals. The demon race boldly entered this area and made such a grand show of force. Were they not afraid that they’d be surrounded by those radicals after attacking the Qimu Space Station?

Especially since these radicals were divided into two factions: one wanted to reclaim Xinghui and saw the demon race as a thorn in their side, currently considering how to contact the demon race; the other was a faction of the disillusioned races who felt deceived by the abyss and gods for five years. They thought they were tricked by the gods and, since Xinghui had left decisively without offering them protection, were enraged.

Even though many had once disregarded Xinghui or even belittled him, some arrogant races were unwilling to admit their mistakes. They had grown accustomed to having their beliefs and trust rewarded with divine artifacts, easing their suffering from genetic diseases.

Unlike the lower star systems, the upper races had always lived comfortably.

But after the false god was exposed, the storm came, worsening everyone’s genetic diseases, and the items previously provided by the false god were now all reclaimed by the authorities, no longer available.

Having become accustomed to a comfortable life, the sudden change left every race with some unruly elements eager to cause trouble. Recently, someone even organized an attack on the alliance’s former warehouses, hoping to find something left by the false god that might help with genetic diseases.

Of course, the result was disappointment.

The alliance’s territory was now in utter chaos, with various complex pieces of information intertwined. Zhao Xiyuan couldn’t understand how they dared to be so bold as to come to him and take action in such a situation.

But no matter what, the ground shook, and the sky was bombarded by energy cannons.

It couldn’t be an illusion.

Although Zhao Xiyuan’s earlier statements were contradicted, he remained calm. He quickly turned around, returned to his previous position, and attempted to contact Feng Yu again.

Meanwhile, on the demon race’s starships.

Under the bombardment of energy cannons from over a dozen demon race starships, even the strongest protective shields couldn’t hold out for long.

Xinghui watched as the shield was torn open by the energy cannons.

“Almost there. Leave some people to guard the exits and don’t let anyone escape. We’re going in—”

Yuanyuan looked at the screen and spoke up quickly.

“Let’s go meet this Zhao Commander who claims to be in charge.”

Yuanyuan said this with a hint of amusement.

A small space station like this didn’t have many people, at most it was just a bit intimidating when speaking on the star network, but calling oneself a divine being was audacious.

Upon hearing this, the demon race was instantly excited.

They had been furious over the news on the star network in recent days. Although this space station didn’t cause all the chaos, it had stirred things up, and they had long been displeased with it. It was just that seeing it online was different from being able to take action.

Finally, they had caught them!

This matter involved the mermaid race and the storm.

Moreover, the mermaid race had been hiding various identities for years but had been in contact with this person four or five years ago, suggesting something unusual. Naturally, Xinghui would delve deeper.

The energy cannons had completely breached the passage. There were still patrolling starships within the space station, but they eventually retreated under the demon race’s assault.

They were just a small space station, not even as large as the demon race’s starships. Did they really need to be so reckless?

Dozens of energy cannons targeted them, forcing them to retreat to their defensive line and find shelter. It was too reckless—just blasting away without a word? Truly a pack of mad dogs.

This was what people only dared to think in their hearts, and soon they fled in disgrace.

Xinghui, Yuanyuan, and a few demons boarded a small spacecraft, preparing to pass through the torn open breach to find the organizer.

The demon race’s commotion had drawn attention on the star network.

There were inquiries about the unusual situation.

Including some dangerous-sounding remarks.

Although the demon race had been reckless, they were not unmindful of these things and kept an eye on the star network’s developments. The external starships were also monitoring the surroundings.

On the small spacecraft that Xinghui boarded, the demons responsible for receiving data were grinding their teeth as they looked at the discussions on the star network.

Moreover, it seemed like they had no holidays.

The demon race turned to each other.

“Boss! Isn’t our demon race’s birthday coming up soon? At most, it’s just half a month away. Let’s make it lively and show these guys what a real celebration looks like.”

“Don’t always guess blindly behind people’s backs.”

But as he spoke, he happened to see Yuanyuan naturally adjusting Xinghui’s collar.

The black military uniform fit snugly on the young man, with the tall man standing beside him, holding the black leather gloves that Xinghui occasionally wore, now removed and held in his hand.

Yuanyuan had finished adjusting Xinghui’s collar and was now meticulously arranging his shoulder epaulets.

The demons looked somewhat bewildered.

Wasn’t adjusting the epaulets basically just that? And why was Yuanyuan bending so close to the divine being while adjusting his clothes?

The demons scratched their heads, feeling that something was off but couldn’t quite pinpoint it.

The main issue was that their behavior seemed so natural that it made them feel like they were the ones who were out of place.

“Birthday?”

Xinghui’s gaze had initially been on the window, where the spacecraft was evading the defensive counterattacks of the Qimu Space Station. Moving quickly, the small spacecrafts emerging from the dozen or so starships dispersed, searching for Commander Zhao’s whereabouts. Due to the demon race’s attack, the entire space station was sounding sharp alarms and flashing red lights, creating a tense atmosphere.

At this moment, Xinghui took the opportunity to curiously glance at Yuanyuan.

The demon race didn’t seem to have any special holidays, and even if they did, it wasn’t the kind of festival that would be celebrated. This “birthday” was indeed the first time Xinghui had heard of it.

“A long time ago, it was a major festival for the demon race. It seems to be recorded in the annals as the time when the first demons were born. The records mentioned what would generally be done on this day.”

But later, with the arrival of the storm, the demon race’s status and living conditions declined, and this once-major festival had become almost forgotten.

After all, survival was a pressing issue, and there was no energy left for such festivities.

The small spacecraft had landed on the surface of the Qimu Space Station.

What was once a bustling small city was now empty, resembling a deserted ghost town. The ground continued to shake, and the alarm was deafening.

The demon race quickly disembarked and went on alert.

Xinghui, standing in front of Yuanyuan, jumped down from the spacecraft first, surveying the surroundings.

He also spoke to his followers.

“Your festival sounds quite interesting. If most things are resolved in about half a month, we can have a break and enjoy it then.”

The deity adjusted the brim of his hat, his mental energy spread out in vigilance as he carefully searched the area for clues.

Hearing this, several demons’ eyes lit up, and even Yuanyuan couldn’t help but look over.

Due to harsh living conditions, demons had little memory of festivals. They might think about it once every few years, but never held large celebrations, only occasional small-scale observances.

Perhaps when they were very young, the demons still had dreams about such festivals, but those dreams were never realized.

Now, having a real large-scale festival was something they were feeling for the first time, and it excited them to think about it.

Immediately, someone, while keeping a vigilant watch, spoke to Xinghui.

“The birthday also involves craft activities! Using special clay to make figures. Your Excellency is so talented; you’d surely be exceptional at that too!”

The demons sincerely praised.

Xinghui was currently looking at a map, using it to find possible hiding places within the layout of the Qimu Space Station. With ambushes everywhere, they had to be cautious, and it seemed inappropriate to be distracted by other matters in such a tense atmosphere.

But hearing such a comment and seeing the demons’ expressions, Xinghui took a moment to consider.

The demons seemed quite pleased with the idea of a festival, including Yuanyuan—regarding the crafts?

Xinghui had never done such things and was unsure, but it probably wasn’t a big issue, right?

Yeah, probably.

**Author’s Note:**

Yuanyuan: Had some close time with the wife today [noted] but still no kiss [noted again]

Xinghui: A bunch of kids? Excited about festivals? As an adult, I can still fulfill these small wishes.

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The extra update is a bit late, good afternoon, everyone. More updates tonight~ Effort is being made to catch up~