The Undying Transmigrator

Book 2: Chapter 36: An Easy Rescue

Vol 2 Chapter 36: An Easy Rescue

World Marker Number One.

Bailu, now a great cultivator at the Symbiosis Stage, stood at the bow of the medium patrol warship.

She once believed this era no longer needed "chivalrous heroes," because every person in the Chenyao Dynasty was powerful enough.

Back then, her perspective had been far too narrow.

Throughout the All Heavens, countless enemies still existed, countless worlds remained in dire suffering, and countless people wept, begged, and pleaded. As pioneers, they could still practice "chivalry."

Just like this moment.

"Arrived at new world! Enemy detected!" The shipboard divine mechanism's alert sounded, loading a mini-map into everyone's consciousness.

They could see that this world's remaining survivors had withdrawn into the final city. Formation arrays struggled to block the corruption but couldn't prevent the Heavenly Demon's minions from infiltrating deeply. Valiant warriors fought desperately while the weak either fell into despair or made their final efforts to accomplish something.

People covered in blood, those who had lost limbs, others crying and roaring...The ground crawled with weak Heavenly Demon minions, while slightly stronger ones in the air wore arrogant expressions. As a Symbiosis Stage great cultivator, Bailu could read their thoughts of enjoying despair.

What a rare emotion indeed.

Because they killed too quickly and their research division friends never gave the Heavenly Demon minions any opportunities, Bailu had never witnessed living minions capable of "enjoying" themselves.

She calmly ordered: "Great Matrix of Universal Kindness and Spiritual Tracing, area enhancement."

The shipboard formation array modules completed their transformation within 1 microsecond, converting the protective power into slaughter directed at the Heavenly Demon minions.

From the world's borders to the surroundings of the final city, all Heavenly Demon minions could feel the arrival of great terror.

The shadow of spiritual energy overshadowed the demonic energy they relied on for survival, and indescribable calls penetrated their thinking organs, resonating within their hearts.

Their very selves hung by a thread, their lives like candles in the wind.

Trembling.

Every part corrupted by the Heavenly Demon—whether flesh, blood, or self—trembled violently.

Their twisted instincts compelled them to persistently seek their enemies, and then they saw the massive warship rapidly approaching, continuously deploying monsters.

They felt terrifying hunger and thirst.

That giant warship, that grotesque living creature, that predator viewing them as food—it craved everything about them.

Countless comrades' flesh and blood were being digested in its stomach, even those powerful beings they dared not imagine had become food. They were being converted into its power for more brutal predation.

"Great Devourer"—this name suddenly emerged in their minds.

Bailu sensed the fear of these creatures that deserved death. She showed no mercy, stating calmly: "Attention, no excessive killing. These Heavenly Demon minions have low efficiency as fuel, and they're too weak to worry about breaching safety measures. They're particularly suitable as research materials."

The continuous chewing sounds in the communication channel suddenly fell silent.

To enable sustained combat, many cultivators had grown accustomed to preying on Heavenly Demon minions. Recently, with the promotion of artificial cultivator technology, a "build-a-good-person" craze had emerged. Unlike original bodies, artificial cultivator forms mostly incorporated unorthodox methods, enhancing combat capability at the cost of appearance.

The Heavenly Demon minions, unable even to flee, watched in horror as these terrifying predators—as if emerging from the deepest nightmares—abandoned slaughter and feeding, instead simply depriving them of mobility.

Their thinking organs, filled with countless methods of torture, could already imagine how these monsters would torment them, extracting every last ounce of suffering.

The Heavenly Demon minions desperately attempted suicide, but standard spiritual energy seals prevented them from taking any action.

Unable to escape, unable to even writhe, even their right to think was gradually stripped away, completely reducing them to objects.

Bailu gazed into the distance at the city. Relative to the advancing warship and her thinking speed in serious mode, everything about the survivors appeared like a frozen painting, giving her time to consider how to conduct a proper rescue.

After all, if those being rescued suddenly saw hordes of monsters descending from the sky to torment their original enemies, they definitely wouldn't think reinforcements had arrived.

Also, killing too quickly—so fast they couldn't see clearly—would negatively affect subsequent diplomacy.

They were all human, and based on architectural and clothing styles, their aesthetics should be similar too.

Although the new generation's adaptability had made their aesthetics strangely peculiar, as someone over forty years old, she felt confident about her normal aesthetic sense.

So then...

A thousand-zhang tall divine woman with white clothes and white hair suddenly appeared in the sky. Her expression was solemn and majestic, beautiful as if she had stepped out from mythological paintings, while the long sword before her radiated the imposing manner unique to peerless divine weapons.

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Origin." The divine woman's cherry lips moved slightly as her slender fingers formed sword seals.

Shattered swords of the deceased, newly forged unused swords, weapons thrown into the air by reacting warriors—all suddenly gathered together, forming a sword cloud that blotted out the sky, surrounding and protecting her.

The determination to fight to the death, the will to protect home and country, the sharp intent to slay enemies... Thousands of sword intents became so clear, reminding people how they had been protected in the past, how comrades had died in battle, and why they fought now.

And now, they could finally breathe easily.

Their persistence had lasted until rescue arrived.

The sword cloud passed through the city, through streets and alleys, and through the nearly insane Heavenly Demon minions. All minions within observable range were completely slaughtered.

Collapsed houses returned to their original state, blood-soaked streets became brand new, and people with severe, difficult-to-heal injuries returned to normal.

Then, sweet rain fell from heaven, its cooling sensation penetrating people's bodies and minds, washing away impurities and foul energy within them, cleansing the fatigue from their battle to this point.

And the sword cloud that had slaughtered countless demons returned to its original owner's hand.

Broken swords stood where the completely consumed deceased had made their final stand, becoming their tombstones. Swords soaked in demon blood and filled with glory returned to warriors' hands with even sharper edges. And blades brimming with fighting spirit, as if expecting the next sword wielder, also fell into their proper places.

The divine woman's gaze fell upon the people—some kneeling, some half-kneeling, others unsure what posture to adopt. She said calmly: "I am Bailu, commander of the First Exploration Fleet of the Sky Patrol Alliance."

"Will you join the Sky Patrol Alliance, to rebuild civilization and battle the Heavenly Demon together with us?"

People looked up at her, and those voices—some shy, some determined, some filled with hatred—spoke up intermittently, yet all carried the same meaning: "We are willing."

Bailu smiled lightly.

Meanwhile, in the communication channel, she scolded away those foolish enough trying to stir up trouble, praised several friends for their excellent support in the impressive display just now, and filled out forms to register the consumed supplies.