Several days passed.
The lingering might of the Taixu Sword God still lingered, continuously shaking the wind and snow in various parts of Yarilo-VI.
This caused the cleared soil to feel as if it were newly born even now.
The falling snow that originally drifted down was quickly melted by the sword's momentum, turning into pattering light rain that irrigated the earth.
Welt finally found the right opportunity and successfully entered the planet from outer space.
Inside Qlipoth Fort.
Welt was very polite, nodding and shaking hands one by one with the officers and Silvermane Guards who welcomed him, finally walking to Zeig's side.
He dropped his previous smile, his expression anxious:
"Zeig, if you had accepted the Path of Preservation, your Stellaron would have far greater room to exert itself, and the energy source would no longer be limited to the Stellaron's recharge. The importance of a Path's power in the current world goes without saying—why did you refuse it? Qlipoth isn't like Aha the Elation; He wouldn't harm you."
The black-haired man squatted beside Cocolia's desk, silently pulling open a drawer, touching the Winter City Shields inside while saying:
"What's there to take? Qlipoth wouldn't make me an Emanator anyway. An ordinary Pathstrider's power isn't necessary for me! Better to use His final strength to shine and burn for me, hahahaha...!!"
Welt knew what Zeig was thinking but still advised:
"Though that's true, right now you're like a bucket—you've accumulated a huge amount of energy, but the spout is only a small hole. The Taixu Sword God is just a big hole; your techniques are too single-minded."
He watched Zeig stealing money while earnestly murmuring:
"Captain, you haven't been in this world long; you might not care much about things like Paths. But in this world, the waters of Paths run deep. The bit of protection from Akivili on the Express really can't help you much."
Zeig pulled out a bag of Winter City Shields from the drawer, stuffing it into his bosom, then opened the drawer above and took a token.
Listening to Welt's words, he nodded perfunctorily: "Alright alright alright, Alliance Leader. I'll pay attention in the future."
Cocolia sat in her office chair, silently watching Zeig rummaging through her drawers right beside her leg, frowning:
"The Winter City Shields are one thing—what do you want this token for? Planning to mobilize Belobog's army?"
"Yeah, if not strike hard now, when?" Zeig grinned ferociously:
"The Stellaron has already abandoned the shattered glaciers—there's no large-scale snowfall there anymore. Instead, it's pouring all its power into the intact glaciers; the blizzards there are practically heavenly!"
"Isn't this a sign it's weakened? It doesn't even want the lost land anymore—cede a city today, yield a corner tomorrow. We definitely need to intensify the offensive!"
Cocolia chuckled.
Ever since Zeig had taken action, she had only sent troops to clean up the surroundings of Belobog, never choosing to expedition far.
She still felt that, although most of the planet's glaciers had been blasted, clearing the entire planet's wind and snow to root out a Stellaron was a bit unrealistic.
So, she had delayed ordering a distant expedition.
She looked at Zeig and Welt, saying solemnly:
"Is there really no other way to locate the Stellaron? Flipping the entire planet over—isn't that method too rash?"
The opponent was indeed hiding, that was true.
But Zeig was truly ruthless.
He hadn't even thought about searching—instead, he directly wanted to pierce through all the ice layers it could hide in!
It was like.
A wild boar ran into the mountains. A normal hunter would use detection methods or set up nets to lure the boar out.
This guy Zeig just laughed heartily, shouldered TNT, and charged up.
Who exactly taught him to do this?
In all her years administering, Cocolia had never seen such behavior.
At this moment.
Welt pushed up his glasses and murmured:
"There actually is a way to locate the Stellaron, but this Stellarons influence on the planet is truly deep into the marrow. Though Zeig's method is rash, it's absolutely feasible."
Hearing this seemingly reliable man say the same, Cocolia couldn't help sighing:
"If I'd known hiding the Stellaron would be so hard to find, I should have played along back then, stabilizing it as much as possible."
Welt said:
"Doing that has pros and cons. Rather, the current situation is already quite good—in the process of finding the Stellaron, we can also resolve the glaciers and the Antimatter Legion within them all at once. For this planet, it's no exaggeration to call it scraping the bone to cure the poison."
Cocolia nodded; she wasn't opposed.
After all, this was the mess accumulated over generations of Belobog's Guardians. To have the current situation was already like blue smoke rising from ancestral graves.
She looked at Zeig suspiciously:
"If you take the token, will you lead troops? Do you have experience commanding armies?"
"Nope."
"Then you..."
"Just have them do it."
"..."
"You... sigh..."
Cocolia was momentarily speechless and could only silently take out her phone to dial a number.
Beep beep beep—
After connecting, Bronya's voice came from the other end.
"Ah? Mother... what is it..."
Beep beep beep beep—
Suddenly, silence.
Cocolia looked and saw the call had been hung up by the other side.
"..."
She glanced at the two men standing beside her and dialed again.
Beep beep beep beep—
This time, it connected.
"Ah, Mother... sorry, I-I'm not very good with this. I accidentally hung up just now." Bronya's embarrassed voice came from the phone.
Cocolia said solemnly:
"It's fine, don't blame yourself. Prepare the army in a bit and set out with the Executor. You and Captain Gepard will command together—no problem, right?"
There was silence on the other end for a moment, then: "Okay, I understand..."
Cocolia hung up, put down the phone, reached into Zeig's pocket, took back the token, and said:
"There are too many troops in the army. Better let Bronya and Gepard command. You... forget it."
"..."
"As for the Winter City Shields, you're planning to take them to the Underworld, right?" Cocolia thought for a moment and wrote Zeig a note.
"Take some Silvermane Guards to requisition these supplies, then take them down together."
Zeig looked at the note and couldn't help complaining: "This is just scribbling some words on a sticky note—can that really mobilize so many supplies? Don't you stamp it or something?"
Cocolia's mouth twitched as she said impatiently: "No mood to make it that formal. Something like this is fine enough. Anything else? If not, leave—don't disturb my precious time anymore."
"Oh, alright."
Zeig led Welt out of Qlipoth Fort.
Then...
...he immediately turned and headed to the nearby mechanical workshop.
The lady with blue-gradient hair at the ends saw the note Zeig handed her and immediately beamed.
"Little brother Zeig, you're really shameless! When it comes to imitating Cocolia's handwriting, if I say I'm second, no one dares claim first!"
"Then what are we waiting for? Add more!" Zeig urged.
"Mm!" Serval was also very excited, holding the pen, licking her lips, staring excitedly at the note:
"Say it! What to add?!"
"Money!"
"Good! Money!"
Scribble scribble scribble—
"Food! Drinks! Supplies! Toys!"
"Good! Food! Drinks! Supplies! Toys!"
Scribble scribble scribble—
Welt: "..."
"And dedicated chefs!"
"Good! Dedicated chefs who can make delicious meals!"
Scribble scribble scribble—
"And women!"
"Good! And women—get lost!"
"..."
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