Dresden Empire Strikes! (1)

Somewhere in the Ancient Eternal Star Region, around the same time.

Right now, it was quite a time on the borders between Ancient Eternal Star Region and Central Star Region, that much quiet and peace that nobody from the facts of the Ancient Eternal Star Region, which were stationed here, bothered to do any kind of patrol check.

Especially considering that most of them were dealing with the aftermath of the Hivemind's invasion and attacks, they were a bit lax at the moment.

This whole part of the border was under the patronage of the Three-Eyed Race, and all of the factions that were here were basically their vassals.

Nicely said that.

In other words, they were slaves or servants.

And just like that, during some silent day, where nothing out of the ordinary happened, suddenly the space folded as thousands of space cracks appeared all around the border between two Star Region of the Astral Boundary and thousands of spaceships started existing them in neat formations.

They were not humongous like that of the Chthonian Empire, but they bore with themselves some sort of elegance and beauty of the Dresden Arcanum Empire.

Even when compared to the designs of the Chthonian Empire of the Baator, which was known for its fearsome navy, the Dresden Arcanum Empire wasn't that much behind.

On the largest ship in the entire fleet, which exited from one of the space cracks, in the command center, Arcane Ancestor Weissmann was talking with a silver-haired man clad in runic battle armor, who was happily drinking beer.

"I think that you are in a very good mood Sigmar."

Stated the Arcane Ancestor Adolf K. Weissmann as he looked at Sigmar Helason-Lucifer, who was happily drinking and eating, not really caring about the angry looks he was getting from his two female companions, who looked like they would burst out every second.

In fact, he recognized the blonde one with fox ears, as she looked like an older and more mature version of Kunou Lucifer, Sigmar's daughter, so he quickly concluded that this should be Kunou's mother, Yasaka.

Though the second woman was relatively unfamiliar to him, she was a very young-looking beautiful woman with long, straight silver hair and aqua-colored eyes who appeared to be in her late teens.

She wore a battle attire consisting of a set of Valkyrie armor consisting of a white breastplate with gold and pale blue accents and matching, fingerless gauntlets, boots, hip guards, and wing-shaped hair clips. She also wears a black leotard underneath her breastplate, black thigh-high stockings, and a pale blue cloth wrapped underneath her hip guards, all clad with pink lacing along with her hair clips.

She was Rossweisse, Sigmar's second wife, whom he married only a few centuries ago; they met when he was named to his position of a Magister of the Outer Plane Development, where she worked as one of the high-ranking administrative state employees.

"Of course! There is nothing better than three things. Good fight, then good food and drink and good sex."

And immediately when he said that sentence, both of his wives slapped him on the back of his head.

"Sigmar, that was absolutely inappropriate behavior for some of your status!"

Shouted Rossweiss as she started reprimanding him for his behavior while Ysasaka just nodded her head in agreement, agreeing with her co-wife, while Sigmar was grinning with a silly smile, not saying anything.

This was happening every time.

Sigmar was never of social conventions or some official protocols; one could say he was a brute who did what he wished, and when he wished, that was why he was never put in any position which would require him to negotiate with foreign powers.

Fortunately, the position of Magister of the Outer Plane development was like heaven-sent for him.

Right now, Sigmar was assigned in the front that the Dresden Arcanum Empire would create because the Dresdens were trying new applications of military strategies, mainly adopted from the Chthonian Empire.

"We would be arriving within the next half an hour."

After some uncomfortable silence that was created after a twenty-minute long lecture from Yasaka and Rossweisse about the appropriate behavior for high-ranking people, though Weissmann seriously doubted the man would remember anything from it.

"Excellent. What are the first targets?"

Sigmar asked happily, finally some sort of action.

Right now, the man in question was already at the peak of Tier 10 as now all of the children of the Father of All Devils were competing for who would reach Tier 11 next after Sirzechs.

Not talking about Renxue, who, unfortunately, was still stuck at Tier 8, but everyone knew that if she ascended as God in her Universe, then she could reach Tier 11 within a few months at best.

"The strongest faction here is the Heaven Defying Sect... it is created from some cultivators from another Universe. Ancient Eternal Staar Region has many factions that do not originate from the Astral Boudanry; most of them are actually outsiders that just settled here, though many of them are living here for countless Eras."

Answered Weissmann while Sigmar tilted his head in confusion.

"Heaven Defying? What an arrogant name... really, these cultivators are silly people."

Sigmar grinned as he said, already caressing his Warhammer Ghal-Maraz in anticipation of a good fight.

"How strong are they?"

Questioned Sigmar's wife, Rossweisse.

"Not much; they have only one Tier 11 expert, most of the vassals of the Hegemons of the Ancient Eternal Star Region are very restricted on their development, and only the most loyal factions are allowed even to have Tier 11 expert."

Answered Silver King of the Dresden Empire.

That was indeed not really strong, but it just showed how paranoid the Hegemons of the Ancient Eternal Star Region were.

That was partially understandable, as most of them were foreigners who were cast out from their home Universe, mostly because they lost in some strife there.

"So just a small fries."

Sigmar said relatively unhappily, but at the same time, this was a good opportunity to fight a Tier 11 expert for him, who wouldn't be very strong.