Solar System, Pluto, Arcane Empire Supreme Command Hub.
This huge military fortress suspended in the depths of the cold and silent universe is operating crazily at an unprecedented high load. In the wide and solemn command hall, Supreme Commander Olivia is surrounded by people. In front of her is surrounded by hundreds of holographic projection screens that are constantly Blink glowing with faint blue light.
She was wearing a major general uniform that symbolized the highest power of the Empire military, and her chest was covered with dazzling medals that demonstrated her illustrious military exploits.
However, this aloof commander didn't seem to care much about military appearance and discipline. Her straight military uniform was not put on meticulously, and the collar was slightly open, revealing her slender and white neck.
What makes people feel a little creepy is that under her perfect and delicate skin, there are clusters of strange veins that look like twisted worms and emit a faint green light.
"Your Excellency, Commander, we have just received a formal surrender statement from Bluewater Star System Naga Tribe." A communications officer quickly stepped forward and reported the report loudly.
"Immediately send the Empire special envoy to receive their surrender. In addition, ensure that all handover procedures are flawless at the diplomatic level, and absolutely no political risks are left, and then clean up all the remaining undead in that galaxy." Olivia did not even turn his head, but quickly issued the order in a cold tone.
After saying these words vigorously and resolutely, she turned off one of the dozens of holographic screens in front of her with a wave of her hand, and focused all her attention on other more difficult battle zones. On every screen suspended in the hall, the extremely tragic live war scenes in every corner of Milky Way Galaxy were being played in real time. She must maintain absolute concentration and control this vast cosmic chess game at any time.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred. A huge screen in front of her suddenly went completely black without warning. Olivia frowned, and immediately passed the highest authority and urgently connected the top-secret communication of the commander in charge of the battlefield in the galaxy.
"Your Excellency, Commander, I'm very sorry... We have completely lost control of the stronghold galaxy. In order to preserve our strength, I was forced to issue an order to retreat across the board." In the holographic projection, the gray and blood-stained face of Captain Tanaka emerged, with deep exhaustion and unwillingness in his tone. "But I request the headquarters to allocate reinforcements to us immediately! As long as you give me another chance, I swear that I will be able to take back the position!"
"Send your detailed casualty report first." Olivia's voice was still as calm as water, without any waves.
Soon, a shocking piece of data was transmitted to her terminal. She quickly scanned the battle report: Captain Tanaka originally led a medium-sized mixed fleet of more than a hundred star warships, but was attacked by an undead squadron. In the end, more than half of the battleships were completely destroyed. With the fall of the starships, countless elite soldiers that Empire was proud of and the powerful Arcanist died tragically in the cold vacuum and turned into dust in the universe.
"The headquarters rejects your request for reinforcements. At this stage, your fleet will temporarily abandon the base system." Olivia coldly issued the final decision.
"Your Excellency, Commander! As long as the headquarters gives me a few more battleships, I guarantee with my life that we can definitely reverse the current war situation!" Captain Tanaka protested loudly with his eyes red.
"I have never doubted your command ability as a captain, Tanaka. After all, according to intelligence, the number of enemy starships is at least three times yours. It is absolutely correct and in line with the war for you to issue a retreat order under such Extremis Technical logic." Olivia's tone remained calm, "However, the stronghold galaxy is not a core priority in the Empire's current strategic map. We have no reason to fill in more valuable human resources for a secondary goal."
"I understand." Captain Tanaka gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly outside the communicator, his nails almost piercing his palms. He was very aware of the extremely cruel rules of competition within the Arcane Empire military. Bearing such a disastrous defeat, His military career has basically come to an end. If he does not have the opportunity to wash away this shame, he will never be able to forgive himself in his life. After all, those subordinates who trusted him and followed him through life and death have all been wiped out in the Hell-like confrontation just now.
Although his heart was filled with endless pain and unwillingness, in the face of the Empire's iron-blooded military regulations that could not be disobeyed, he could only lower his head and obey the order with difficulty.
After cutting off the communication with Tanaka, Olivia didn't even show mercy for a second, and cast his cold eyes on the other screen where Blink was frantically flashing a red alert.
"Your Excellency, Commander, the deep space detection radar has made an extremely terrifying discovery! We have detected two 'First Divine General' level energy fluctuations!" a staff officer reported with a trembling voice.
Olivia's eyes finally became serious, and she immediately retrieved the coordinate data. In Bleach's military establishment, the title "First Divine General" means that it is the undead lord who has reached the terrifying "Eighth Tier position". Once a monster of this level takes action, it can easily wipe out a star system and must be suppressed as soon as possible.
"Target coordinates: Leaf Tree Galaxy and Red Number Star System."
"Immediately mobilize the most elite troops and rush to the rescue of Red Number Star System as quickly as possible!" Olivia issued the battle order without hesitation.
"What about Leaf Tree Galaxy?" the staff officer quickly asked.
"That's the territory of the Elven Kingdom. Let those long-eared people chew on this tough nut." Olivia made the choice extremely indifferently. However, Red Number Star System is completely different. It is far away from the Empire One of 's border defense lines is extremely close, and the distance between it and a galaxy Empire has just conquered recently is less than three thousand light years. This has seriously threatened Empire's territorial security and must not be lost.
"As you wish, Commander. However, we are now facing a very difficult problem: our 'Seventh Tier' Arcanist is already in serious shortage." The staff officer raised a fatal problem.
Faced with the dilemma of stretched troops, Olivia did not waste time to complain. She directly called up a top-secret database list on the console, which densely listed the files of all civilian Seventh Tier Arcanist in the Empire who had not yet enlisted in the army.
She quickly scanned the screen, and the detailed information about the powerful people poured directly into her mind like water. Soon, her eyes locked on a name, and she pressed the communication button decisively.
The communication was connected, and a young man in his early thirties with short brown hair appeared in the holographic projection. He was obviously in the middle of some extremely critical experiment. After being forcibly interrupted, his face was full of impatience. "Which bastard dared to interrupt my research... Well, Your Majesty the Queen, please forgive my rudeness, I was too focused just now."
Strangely, the young man's neck also had green veins similar to Olivia's, but the color and protrusion were not as shocking as Olivia's.
"Those polite words will be dispensed with. John·Carter, you have now been officially forcibly recruited by the Empire military. I will give you time to pack up your equipment and prepare to go to the front line." Olivia announced coldly.
"Wait! Her Majesty the Queen, according to Article 134b of <Wartime Mobilization Act> promulgated by the Empire, as a privileged high-level Arcanist, I have the right to pay a huge amount of 'Arcane Points' as compensation to exempt me from my service obligations!" John eagerly cited the legal provisions and tried to spend money to avoid disaster.
"Unfortunately, in view of the current extreme war situation, as the supreme commander of the Empire, I officially activate the 6D special clause for you, compulsory recruitment, and freeze any immunity." Olivia ruthlessly shattered his illusions.
Upon hearing these words, John's face instantly became extremely ugly, as if he had eaten a dead fly. But Olivia didn't care about the emotions of a conscript at all.
"If you have any dissatisfaction with this decision, you can go to 'Mobilization Security Department' in person to appeal. However, I kindly remind you that you only have the last five minutes left to rush to the designated assembly area and complete the deployment."
After saying that, Olivia didn't even give him a chance to refute, and cut off the communication ruthlessly.
In his demiplane laboratory, John·Carter cursed for more than ten seconds before forcing himself to calm down and think about countermeasures.
Disobedience? Even with all his courage, he wouldn't dare to disobey Empire's mandatory deployment order. He knew very well what a miserable fate the deserters would face. In the past, there were cases where he broke through to Seventh Tier, they think so highly of themselves that Empire can no longer control their arrogance Arcanist, but John has witnessed the final tragic ending of those idiots.
The idea of going to the Security Department to ask for an explanation even flashed through his mind just now. But after weighing for less than a second, he completely gave up the idea of seeking death; after all, he hadn't lived enough yet, and he didn't want to die in vain.
In desperation, John could only exit his demiplane laboratory in great frustration, cast Space Magic, and teleported directly to Transit Gate, the government public space closest to him.
After presenting his fresh "Recruit Deployment Instructions", he obtained the highest level of priority. Not only did he jump in line and skip all the people waiting in line, he was also directly granted the authority to teleport to "Mobilization Security Department".
As the light transmitted through space dissipated, John found himself in a heavily guarded steel hall. Directly in front of him stood a middle-aged woman with an extremely stern face and an unsmiling face, staring at him coldly.
"Are you John·Carter?" the middle-aged woman asked coldly.
"It's me." John swallowed, with a hint of flinch and awe in his tone. Although he is Seventh Tier a strong man, his extremely keen magic perception has already called the police frantically: The person in this hall at this moment In the darkness, there are countless terrifying heavy magic weapons that can blow him to pieces, locking his energy. He has no doubt that as long as he dares to make any action that exceeds the rules, he will be completely obliterated by these War Machine and wiped out in ashes in an instant.
The middle-aged woman didn't waste any time, and directly took out an extremely complex precision instrument and began to scan John in all aspects. From the outermost physical body, the unique magic mark, the deep soul fluctuations, to the most basic fingerprints and genetic map, all the data were checked extremely rigorously.
"The identity is confirmed, you are indeed who I am." The middle-aged woman said in a robotic voice without any emotion, "Sign this."
A holographic contract exuding magic power appeared in front of John. He had no room for bargaining and decisively signed his name. As soon as he signed, a huge magic circle lit up under their feet, teleporting them directly into a room full of strange instruments. Chamber of Secrets.
"Lie down on that machine. The process may be a little painful." The middle-aged woman commanded expressionlessly.
John knew that time was life now, and there was no time to chat or chat. He obediently lay down on the cold metal bench. In an instant, countless Blink Arcane Runess were shining with dim light. He was surrounded. Immediately afterwards, a sharp pain that penetrated into the bone marrow and seemed to tear his existence itself came over. John cursed the Coldblood woman crazily in his heart: What the hell is this called "a little pain"?!
This inhuman torture lasted for several seconds and finally stopped. John opened his eyes weakly and was shocked to see a dazzling diamond suspended above his head, and at the core of the diamond, there seemed to be some extremely mysterious substance that exuded a soft light sealed.
'Then... is that a slice of my soul? It's so beautiful.' John exclaimed in sincere wonder from the bottom of his heart.
"This small fragment of your soul will be safely stored by the Empire in an absolutely confidential special facility. If you are unfortunately killed in the next war, this soul fragment will become the key medium for your Resurrection." The middle-aged woman explained while directing several cold metal Golem (golems) to enter the room and carefully transport the diamond that sealed the soul away.
"I know the process well." John replied weakly.
The stern woman nodded and added extremely seriously, "But I must remind you that this Resurrection method is not absolutely omnipotent. If you are directly obliterated by that Bleach using 'Authority of Death' on the battlefield, due to the interference of the law, there is still a 50% chance that you will face real and permanent death."
"Fifty percent?! The probability of battle damage is too high!" John took a breath of air.
"You should burn high incense if you have a chance of survival. Just be content." The woman sneered unceremoniously. Looking at the entire multiverse, only in the Arcane Empire with unfathomable foundations can people gain a glimmer of hope under the "real Law of Death" of Bleach.
"So, just in case, do you need us to provide you with other Resurrection insurance options?"
"What other Resurrection methods do you have?" John asked curiously.
"We can back up all your memories now. Once you are completely killed in battle, we can transplant these memories into a perfect clone to achieve your 'rebirth'."
"No, no, thank you!" John decisively refused without even thinking. As a high-level Arcanist who regards the purity of the soul as his belief, he never wants to wake up in a clone body stuffed with different souls.. In his opinion, the so-called "memory Resurrection" is not called Resurrection at all. It is just the creation of a complete stranger who has his memory. This is equivalent to complete death on a philosophical level.
"As you wish." The woman said noncommittally, "Do you have any other questions?"
"Do I need to pay for my Resurrection fee out of my own pocket?"
"No, all Resurrection expenses will be fully borne by the Empire."
"What about the massive resources that I, Resurrection, needed to cultivate my skills back to Seventh Tier after my strength declined?" John, as a shrewd spell caster, will never let go of anything.
"Empire Military Headquarters will reimburse you 30% of your training resources."
"That's fair. Now here comes the core question: What will happen to this fragment of my soul after the war is over?"
"After you complete this military deployment and retire safely, your soul fragments will be left to your own disposal. You can do whatever you want with them."
Hearing this promise, John's hanging heart was finally completely relieved, and he breathed a long sigh of relief. In fact, a large part of the reason why he hesitated to be recruited just now was because he had forcibly controlled Empire He felt deeply frightened when his soul was sliced. However, even if he could successfully get his soul back in the future, he was cautious by nature and did not intend to re-Fusion it immediately. He had to find several specialized "Soul Magic(Soul Magic), please do a thorough and in-depth physical examination of this fragment to confirm that Empire has not left any secret doors or hidden dangers inside.
"Since you have no other questions, head to your next deployment location immediately."
John then stepped into Transit Gate, the exclusive space of the Ministry of Security, and was directly transported to a giant military base located above the aura of Saturn.
As soon as he walked out of the teleportation array, he saw two imposing men waiting for him.
John's eyes were first attracted by one of the bald and oppressive men. The man's body was covered in muscles, and his pale skin was covered with ancient and wild magic tattoos. 'A Viking Berserker?' John secretly evaluated in his heart, 'Feeling the violent magic power in his body that has just broken through and is still uncontrollable and spilling out, this guy should have just stepped into the Sixth Tier position not long ago.'
Then, he turned his attention to another person. He was a black man with a complexion as deep as the night sky and full of mysterious beauty. But the most striking thing was that his eyes showed the characteristics of a cold, reptile with vertical pupils.
'It seems he is a ruthless character with Dragonkind bloodline.'
"First time we meet, my name is John·Carter, I am Seventh Tier Arcanist who specializes in Illusion Magic. I am very happy to fight side by side with you." John stepped forward very gracefully, Xi Jinping He habitually stretched out his right hand to shake hands with them. But as soon as he reached halfway, he suddenly realized that he was now in an iron-blooded military camp, facing real soldiers. He turned around in the middle of the action extremely abruptly and changed it to the Empire military standard military salute: put his left arm behind his back and his right hand tightly on his left shoulder.
"You can call me Gom, Sixth Tier, Physical Enhancement Division Arcanist, and my combat branch is--Viking Warrior." The strong man covered in tattoos grinned, showing his white teeth.
"My name is Abiodun Ngozi, Sixth Tier is Bloodline Division Arcanist, and I am also a dragon knight." The black man with vertical pupils said solemnly, with a hint of Dragonkind's majesty in his voice.
Hearing Self's introduction from Abiodun, John's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise. In the Arcane Empire, being able to perfect Fusion Dragonkind's bloodline and become a true dragon knight is definitely the highest symbol of strength and glory.
"Viking Warrior and the Dragon Knight, these are the top ace elite troops of the Empire military! With you two as the vanguard, it seems that our mission this time should be quite easy." John said with a smile, trying to liven up the atmosphere.
"On the contrary, Mr. Carter." The smile on Gom's face disappeared, replaced by extreme solemnity, "The military not only dispatched aces like us, but even recruited an exceptional The noble Seventh Tier Arcanist serves as the core of the battle. This configuration can only mean one thing - the threat level of the enemy we are about to face is definitely far beyond imagination, and it is a tough battle with a near-death outcome."
Upon hearing these words, the smile on John's face froze instantly, and his face became a little ugly, but he still took a deep breath and forcibly controlled his desire to curse.
"That's true. Now that everyone understands the situation, let's board the ship and set off immediately." John sighed, with a sense of determination in his tone. There was only one thought in his mind now: to quickly and cleanly solve this damn death mission, and then return to his warm and comfortable laboratory.