Chapter 41: The Abundance

[T/L: I had several damn brain crash while doing these, had to also make double efforts to check the wiki's for some sh**s. So forgive me for the low quality.]

In this universe, countless worlds exist, in addition to natural worlds, there are also countless artificial worlds, for example, the Xianzhou Alliance.

The artificial worlds are different, and of course, varying in sizes, some are kingdom like structures, some are worm nests, and some are towering trees.

Space.

Unknown numbers of light years away from Jarlio-VI.

On a certain Giant tree.

Its trunk is thicker than some planets themselves. Its lush branches and leaves obscure the sky, this is an artificial world of the [Denizens of the Abundance] called [Muldrasil].

The people that live in this world goes by many titles, [Denizens of the Abundance], [The bountiful ones], [The undying fiends].

But those from the Xianzhou Alliance refers to them as the [Wingweavers].

[T/L: Alright guys, I'm not sure about this though, but since the OG Author kept it there, I'm doing the same, note, I don't have deep knowledge on Star Rails, so, I'm using the Wiki as guide so you don't have to.]

It was also rumoured that countless of years ago, their home [Muldrasil] was razed to the ground. While some say it was the Hunt, Lan, some also said it was caused by the Antimatter legion running rampant, causing the Wingweavers to lose their world.

However, that has ultimately become an untraceable past.

And at this moment, after thousands of years of a mercenary lifestyle and wandering, these Wingweavers have finally rebuilt their home.

Moreover, the Wingweavers faction has become even stronger than it was in the past.

....

At the top of Muldrasil.

Various creatures with various sets of appearances, with most of them having wings, all gather together un a wide space.

Someone at the front cleared his voice as he began, "Hmm, a new [World Tree] has appeared."

With the voice coming to a stop, one amongst the crowd eagerly spoke up, "The blessings of the Abundance have finally arrived! Where is this newborn [World Tree]!"

As this one's voice fell.

A leaf extends into the space, and its verdant veins transform into a screen, displaying interstellar coordinates.

Starting from the star system where Muldrasil is located, the coordinates move swiftly, finally coming to a rest at the Jarlio star system, fixed on Jarlio-VI.

"The planet that has just emerged from destruction, preparing to embrace its rebirth," the at the foremost front spoke.

"What a weak star system. How and why does it deserve the blessings of the Great Abundance?" a woman with butterfly wings on her back furrows her brow.

"My 'Lord,' entrust this mission to me, and I will clear the planet's inhabitants and reclaim the blessing of the Abundance."

"Very well, Astia, you shall lead the expedition."

"Yes, my 'Lord'."

After this, the man referred to as "Lord" turns around and casually waves his hand, saying, "The rest of you may withdraw."

Once there is no one left in the space, the person referred to as "Lord" then contacts another person he referred to as, "Master."

[T/L: I believe the "Master" of this "Lord" guy is [Shuhu]. The Author hasn't said anything about [Shuhu] though, but I feel it's him (?)]

"Master, I have relayed the message you brought."

However, the voice from the other side sounded nonchalant, as he said, "Hmm, now let's sit back and enjoy the show."

"As you wish, my Master."

....

The woman with butterfly wings, Astia, leads her army towards a particular branch on [Muldrasil]. Unlike other interstellar transit vessels for advanced civilizations, the Wingweavers' transit tool is the "branch" of [Muldrasil].

Looking at her army, Astia commands in a cold tone, "This time, our target is an extremely weak planet. Failure is not an option, and we cannot accept failure."

"And what I want you to do is to eliminate the inhabitants as quickly as possible. Do you all understand?"

"We understand!" 

Under the Wingweavers are the Sky-Defenders (the warrior class), the Hymn-Singers (the academics and secretaries), the Infant-Nurturers (the servant class), and the Bough-Pickers (the laborers). 

Below Muldrasil's five major castes are the Residents of Dirt, the lowest of the low — including all sentient races from other worlds that do not possess the ability to fly. 

These Residents of the Dirts clutched their weapons in preparation to move out with the winged woman Astia.

Astia nods in satisfaction and says, "Move out!"

In the next moment.

The branch where the army stood on transforms into a white light, crossing countless light-years in the blink of an eye and arriving at Jarlio-VI.

The massive branch appears, as if the sky has suddenly cracked open with dense rifts.

It didn't take long for all the residents of Beloberg to take notice. And they soon began discussing the situation.

"What is happening again?"

"Is it the work of the Antimatter Legion?"

In the square,

Sampo looks up and whistles. "They came quickly. The Abundance, huh? I wonder if they'll disperse even faster than they arrived."

With that, he passes through the crowd and heads to the Echoing Corridor, searching for the best vantage point to watch the show.

Meanwhile,

Seele, Bronya, Jepard, Serval, and Natasha simultaneously furrow their brows, looking up at the sky, patiently awaiting orders from Adonis.

Inside Adonis Office.

Cocolia looked out the window from the office, bewildered. "Did the sky just split open? No, up there... What are they?"

Cocolia then turned her gaze to Adonis with a frown.

Adonis on the other hand simply sighed, "I knew they'd be coming; however, this is a little bit beyond my expectations, hmm, it should be their means of travelling the galaxy."

"Iya~ It's really convenient."

After speaking in a sarcastically tone, he then took a glance at Cocolia, "Cocolia, go manage the people. Make sure they don't panic."

"Don't you need to lead them to safety?" Cocolia frown deepened as she took a deep breath and asks in a serious tone.

Although it's not clear, there are at least thousands of these extraterrestrial visitors.

"It's not necessary." Adonis gazes at the sky as he spoke with composure. "They can't get close to Beloberg." Seriously, he was expecting this anyways, they simply arrived faster than he expected, and that's all.

Hearing this, Cocolia couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

She quickly leaves the office to carry out the orders, organizing the people and preventing them from panicking.

Meanwhile.

On the branch.

Astia pinches her nose, while furrowing her brows, she looked towards the snowy field on the outskirts of the city. In a cold voice, "These disgusting bugs just won't go away."

Then, she turns her gaze to Beloberg.

All the lowly dust people are concentrated in that city. Astia makes a sweeping gesture and orders, "Go! Eliminate every last one of the dust people in that town."

Immediately, "Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!"

The Wingweavers all spread their wings and leap from the branch. With the flapping of their wings, they fly towards Beloberg.

From a distance, it looks like an overwhelming swarm of locusts blocking out the sun.

Seeing this, Adonis stretched out his right hand, punching the space behind him, the space around that area cracked for a moment, in the next moments, a lance appeared on his right hand.

[T/L: That Gilgamesh scene of summoning EA from Fate/Strange Fake, after he sensed Enkidu's presence.]

The lance on his hand, the war-flaming lance, the symbol of protection. Adonis lightly stroked the lance as he then raised it high, "Ever-burning Amber."

In the next moment.

"Boom!"

The tip of the amber sword releases a powerful surge of heat.

It pierces through the roof of Supreme Guardian's office, ascends into the air, and then expands into a circular red shield that envelops the entire Beloberg.