Chapter 1038: Chapter 1025: Dad’s Here, So Where’s Mom? Chapter 1038: Chapter 1025: Dad’s Here, So Where’s Mom? Because Muria itself possessed a powerful deterrence, when he arrived at the Norman Defensive Line, this line, which should have attracted the majority of the firepower from the alien species during the war, entered a bizarre state of peace.

While other defensive lines were ablaze with gunfire, and the sounds of battle echoed between the sky and the earth, Muria’s line was eerily silent, so quiet it made one feel sleepy.

This made the Empire realize that having a being like Muria stationed permanently at one location, defending a line, was a waste. His strategic and meaningful combat power should be deployed in a roaming capacity.

Therefore, the Empire thought to relocate Muria, allowing him to move around the battlefield, ready to receive orders at any moment to assist wherever a battle line was experiencing difficulties.

This transfer order, still in the drafting stage, was met with protests from the Douglas family.

“I am the head of the Douglas family, and I now formally warn you in the name of the Douglas family not to issue dangerous orders to our member, Jelos Douglas. Otherwise, we will take unconventional measures.”

Upon receiving the message through some secret channels, the head of the Douglas family was struggling to suppress his anger.

The reason they had sent Muria to the battlefield early was to take advantage of his young age and inadequate strength, hoping he would just go through the motions on the battlefield and then return to inherit the family.

Otherwise, after Jelos graduated from college, he might possess even stronger abilities. Arriving on the battlefield then, he would be tasked with more daunting defensive duties by the military, possibly endangering his life.

Although their initial thoughts were optimistic, they were unaware of the true combat strength Muria possessed and didn’t anticipate that Muria would be ambushed by the alien species and exposed his combat capabilities.

Now, when the Douglas family and many elders heard about the Empire’s plans to entrust Muria with important duties and let him roam the battlefield, they were instantly enraged, and thus, he immediately contacted the Empire.

“Your Excellency, please calm yourself. Our Empire has not arranged excessive tasks for your member; we assign them based on their capabilities,” an Empire official responded calmly after suddenly receiving the Douglas family’s accountability and warning.

“You are spewing nonsense. I heard you plan to have Jelos roam the battlefield, supporting wherever command dictates, isn’t that the most dangerous task?”

Seeing the official who spoke formally, a member of the Douglas family angrily slammed the table and then roared at him, shedding his burden as the head of the family and using coarse language.

“Our family sends you money and people every year to support your fight against the alien species. And now, when we send our member to the battlefield for training and to fulfill his duty, you actually push our important talent into the place with the highest frequency of death in battle. What are your intentions?”

“Your Excellency, please calm down. The tasks we arrange for your family members are very reasonable.”

“Huh, whatever you say, just remember one thing: Jelos Douglas belongs to the Zijing Federation, not your Flash Silver Empire. If Genos gets such an order, I will have him return to the Federation directly.”

“Your Excellency, fighting the alien species is a duty and an obligation for every human. You are making Emperor Martial Honor desert his duties; you are going to burden him with an indelible stain,” the Empire official said with a smile.

“So, Genos Douglas is now stationed at the Norman Defensive Line. But fulfilling his duty as a human does not mean you can use him as a weapon. He is not yet twenty years old; he should have a far greater future ahead of him, not just perish on the battlefield.”

“Your Excellency, have you misunderstood us too deep? According to our think tank’s calculations, Sir Jelos’s chance of dying in battle is less than 10%, and most of those deaths would be caused by the Alien King.”

“Huh, but if my clan member follows your orders, the chance of the Alien King intervening is over 90%, and the alien species will definitely kill my clan member pre-emptively.”

“No, rest assured, our Empire is already monitoring every movement of the Alien Kings, and we can detect them quickly as soon as they show any signs of activity.”

“Alien Kings, beings like deities, do you think your monitoring is accurate?” the Douglas family head scoffed. “I repeat, as long as you dare to issue dangerous orders to my clan member, I will have him return to the Federation immediately.”

“Your Excellency, have you considered the consequences of doing so? Would Emperor Martial Honor even follow your orders? To my knowledge, all Martial Artists are extremely belligerent, and for them, battle is a pleasure,” the Empire official said cheerfully.

“I will bear all the consequences alone, and all the disgrace will be on me. As for Jelos, psh, he is not a typical Martial Artist; he is a born king. And being a king, he certainly won’t charge to the front.”

Beep!

After finishing, the head of the Douglas family immediately terminated the communication, his dissatisfaction with the Empire reaching its peak.

In fact, when Muria was sent to be stationed at the Norman Defensive Line, he also had objections. However, after consulting with Muria himself, he agreed.

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Norman Defensive Line
“Have you heard? It seems the higher-ups are planning to transfer Emperor Martial Honor away?”

“On what grounds?” The soldiers in the fortress were suddenly abuzz with this shocking news, causing others to turn their heads.

Ever since Muria took charge of the Norman Defensive Line, this battle-heavy line had completely entered a stage of peace.

The soldiers on this line were relishing in the taste of peace, no longer needing to be in constant fear or worrying about the sudden appearance of terrifying different species within their sight, sleeping soundly every night, eating meals on time.

For ordinary people, this might seem like an unbearably dull life, but for the soldiers on this line, it was nothing short of paradise. Hence, nobody wanted to leave this paradise.

Every soldier knew the reason they could enjoy such a paradisiacal life was none other than the Emperor Martial Honor, Jelos Douglas, who had traveled from afar just for them.

“Because the people up top think it’s a waste to have Emperor Martial Honor Sir just guarding our Norman Line. They want to transfer him to a position where he can be more impactful,” said a junior officer who knew some insider information through backdoor connections.

“What waste? Don’t the people up top realize how important our Norman Line is? Keeping Emperor Martial Honor here is perfectly appropriate!”

“But ever since Emperor Martial Honor arrived, there hasn’t been a single battle, not even a minor skirmish,” sighed the junior officer.

“I don’t care what the people above think, I believe that under no circumstances should Emperor Martial Honor leave our line.”

“Aren’t you thinking too much? How can we rank and file soldiers influence decisions made by those higher-ups?”

“One person might not make a difference, but what if all the soldiers on this line unite?”

“What are you suggesting? A revolt?”

“Of course not, I’m suggesting we collectively submit a petition!”

“Hmm, would that even work?”

“Why not just try it?”

“Then let’s do it, I’ll contact the others.”

So, three days later, a massive petition event unfolded within the Norman Defensive Line, where countless transferred soldiers signed their names on identical petition forms.

The petitions all shared the same content at their core, which was to protest the Empire’s decision to transfer Muria. This action drastically surprised the Empire’s military headquarters.

Considering Muria’s presence, the Empire’s military headquarters did not send martial forces to suppress them but instead sent a literature and art troupe to appease the situation at the Norman frontline.

To no avail, after quietly watching the troupe’s performance, the stubborn soldiers started protesting again.

After enduring continuous pressure from the Douglas family, the Empire’s military headquarters finally gave up on transferring Muria. After making this decision, they immediately informed the soldiers at the Norman Line, and everything calmed down.

Muria then continued to enjoy his holiday-like life on the battlefield, a leisure that lasted for nine months, until he received news of support in terms of supplies and military reinforcements from the federation, something he normally wouldn’t pay attention to.

However, he couldn’t ignore it this time as the supporter had a special identity, and the government oversaw this mission, thus sending a prominent government martial artist, and that person was Aine, well-known to Muria.

Yes, it was the reincarnated body of Titan Father Anssol, in other words, his dad had arrived.

As expected by Muria, after learning that his father had arrived at an unknown station of the Empire, three days later, he saw his father who had made the special trip to see him.

“Where’s mom? Why didn’t she come with you?” Muria flew into the sky and met Anssol flying under the envelopment of a golden Qi halo, looking around somewhat puzzled.

He was here, and then his dad had also come, so it didn’t make sense for Golden Dragon Mother to not follow.

“She’s in the region governed by the Stars Congregation!” Hearing his son immediately asking about his mother upon arrival, Anssol’s lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

“What is she doing there?” Muria asked, surprised.

“We discovered traces of a deity there, but those traces were peculiar, so your mother went to investigate. We’ll have news soon enough.”

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