Game World: I Can Share Talents

"That is correct. We require the help of His Excellency the Divine Chosen, but we never said we needed support from the Ground Fleet."

'To be fair, the Empire did this of their own accord. The Celestial Vault Kingdom never insisted on military aid from the Mortal Countries. A few high-level combatants are more than welcome, but as for the Floating Fleet... Seriously, folks, don't you know where your Floating Battleships came from?'

When the Celestial Vault People saw the expeditionary fleet, the so-called "armed merchant ships" were utterly comical in their eyes.

They were trying so hard not to laugh. If the Celestial Vault People weren't so well-bred, they'd probably be laughing out loud at their reinforcements, as it would be an incredibly crass thing to do.

Before Westheid arrived, he had mistakenly thought the Celestial Vault Kingdom was completely crushed. But upon arrival, he found these guys were actually quite formidable. 'So why did they even ask for help?'

Duke Qinghui stroked his chin. "Let's not dwell on other matters. The main reason the Imperial fleet is here is because of the Dragon Race's rampage in the Celestial Vault Kingdom. You can't very well stop them from seeking out their mortal enemies for a decisive battle, can you?"

The Celestial Vault Elder said coolly, "The Dragon Race... those crawlers who defile the high heavens. If not for the calamity stirred up by the Great Chaos Enemy, their invasion would be of no concern. Beneath the Light Wings of the Celestial Vault People, how would their dragon wings dare to spread?"

"As you have seen, the space-time of the Celestial Vault Kingdom has fallen into disarray. Every Floating City might appear in the past, disappear from the present, or be destroyed in the future. The initial period... was extremely chaotic. We lost contact with the Kings, and the Capital fell immediately. We were already giving our all just to cope with the Great Chaos Enemy, and it was at that very moment that those filthy crawlers staged a comeback..."

"As things stand, we can't even afford to disperse our forces. We can only gather all our legions together to avoid the effects of the temporal turbulence."

The Celestial Vault Elder didn't even need to elaborate. From the skirmish right after entering their domain, Westheid could see that the Dragon Group was also affected by the Temporal Chaos. But they didn't care. 'So what if space-time is in disarray? It's just random teleportation. What's the big deal?'

'Hah... it doesn't matter. The Chaos Hundred Forms, the Celestial Vault Kingdom—we'll fuck them both up!'

Arrogant, selfish, and doing whatever they pleased—this was the nature of True Dragons. The only time they ever conceded was simply because their opponents had a Celestial God and they did not. Since the Age of Strife had put the Celestial Gods on the ban list, it was time for the Dragon Group to return to the Mortal World!

The Dragons created all things to sustain humanity, yet humans still decry the Dragons' harshness! They are blind to the locusts and pests that fill the world, to the bitter suffering of all mortals.

A madman sharpens his blade by night, the Emperor Star flickers as Mars looms high. The world shall be overturned starting today; why hesitate to bloody one's hands with slaughter?

The disloyal shall be killed! The unfilial shall be killed! The unkind shall be killed! The unjust shall be killed!

The discourteous, the witless, the faithless—the Star Abyss Wings declare: Kill them all! Order the Dragon armies under my command: upon breaking a city, do not sheathe your blades.

On this mountaintop, I erect this stele in Heaven's stead: Those who oppose me shall die standing, and die kneeling!

The Dragons created all things to sustain humanity, yet humanity has not a single good deed to repay the Dragons. Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

'These creatures had absolutely no concept of the bigger picture. A united front? Not a chance. Taking advantage of a disaster? Absolutely. In just a short period, the destruction and threat they posed were almost on par with the Chaos Demon Army.'

Because the Dragon Group fought as individuals in roving bands, with no interest in building anything, they could freely attack any stronghold or corner, leaving the Celestial Vault Legion to run themselves ragged.

Just by putting himself in their shoes, Westheid felt a pang of sympathy for the Celestial Vault People:

"This is truly difficult. You've had it rough. In that case, we really should plan our next steps carefully."

"As for the specific details, please return to our Floating City to discuss them further."

The Celestial Vault Elder didn't elaborate, saying, "Although the Kings cannot welcome you personally and the kingdom has been shattered, we are not short on supplies. The equipment of the fleet you've brought is a bit... ill-suited for combat in the heavens. You can refit and upgrade in the Floating City."

'Hahaha, I can even get free equipment upgrades here? Unbelievable.'

Westheid, of course, readily agreed. He then concluded the conversation with the Celestial Vault Elder and returned to lead the expeditionary fleet to travel with the Celestial Vault People's fleet.

"Brother, just how many faces do you have?!"

On the way back, Yolanda finally couldn't hold back her complaints. It seemed Westheid was popular wherever he went. In the Radiant Holy Tree Empire, he was the Branch of Prosperity; in the Country of Yonglan, the Knight King; in the Thousand Laws Royal Court, he became a Wind Law Qualifier... And now, in the Celestial Vault Kingdom, he had transformed into the Divine Chosen of the Venerable Master of the Azure Heaven?!

No one could possibly have so many complex identities at once. Yolanda was certain, absolutely positive, that none of these identities were real. But how her brother managed to fake them without being discovered was truly the mystery of the century.

"'You don't get it, do you? It's better that you don't. You're still young, you have much to learn.'"

Westheid patted Yolanda's shoulder, then walked away with his hands clasped behind his back.

After a quick damage assessment, the expeditionary fleet began the return journey, flying right alongside the Celestial Vault Fleet. The two groups of ships were practically touching.

This was a technique taught by the Celestial Vault People. Within the active Barrier of the Ascension Ceremony, they could effectively guard against the effects of temporal turbulence. This way, they would rarely attract fluctuations in the turbulence, could evade them in advance if they did appear, and even if they couldn't evade, it would ensure they were all teleported together.

"This is the effect of the turbulence. We do not fear the feeble attacks of the Great Chaos Enemy. No matter how many Chaos Demons there are, they are merely trash we have trampled for millennia. But an attack on the temporal order... this is something we find difficult to counter. Not only have we been cut off from the Divine Ancestor, but even the Kings have all fallen at the Crimson Throne..."

On a floating platform in the Celestial Vault Kingdom that resembled a city palace, Westheid walked side-by-side with the Celestial Vault Elder, listening as the latter explained the situation.

The social structure of the Celestial Vault People was maintained through individual Clans. One Clan would manage multiple Floating Cities, and all Clans answered to the unified command of the Kings in the Capital. The administrative system was quite relaxed and flat.

'Their system was relatively loose, but their extremely high level of technology and civic quality compensated for it.'

Aside from being a bit "haughty," the Celestial Vault People surpassed all other races of the Mortal World in every other aspect—be it physical strength, personal cultivation, innate martial Talent, or organizational discipline. The Dragon Race was the only exception.

And their "haughtiness" was more aloofness than arrogance. Compared to the Dragon Race, it was nothing at all.

Even in the face of annihilation, they could remain composed and calmly coordinate their actions.

After hearing the Celestial Vault Elder's report, Westheid realized that more than half of the vast Celestial Vault Kingdom was mired in Temporal Chaos—an area that couldn't even be touched. In the remaining regions, the various Clans had difficulty contacting one another and had all been ravaged by the Dragon Race. Even now, the Celestial Vault People of the Silence Clan couldn't share the news of Westheid's arrival with the other Elders.

"That sounds truly terrible. In a situation like this, even I don't really have a good solution. The only way is to fight our way through, one by one, and eliminate the enemy on a massive scale."

The Celestial Vault Elder shook their head and said:

"As long as we aren't engulfed by an all-encompassing temporal storm, self-preservation has never been the problem. But as long as this storm persists for even a day, as long as the Chaos Domain isn't eliminated, the Demon Army will be endless. Therefore, to resolve this disaster, we must strike at its very root."

Westheid stopped and quietly regarded the encased Elder. He realized the other had a plan in mind, so he prepared to listen intently.

The Celestial Vault Elder remained silent for a moment before speaking:

"The Divine Ancestor... may not have been cut off from us."

"Hm? What do you mean by that?"

"On the Crimson Throne, the Divine Ancestor has always maintained a portion of its will. If the Great Chaos Enemy merely severed the connection between the Supreme Heaven and the Mortal World, then the will left behind by the Divine Ancestor should still be there... It has always been there."

"'A Celestial God... entrusting its will to the Mortal World?'"