A New Dawn 6 Blulu Blu?

While most people would have disregarded such words, especially coming from nothing more but a mere soul, Leilade hadn't gained her place by disregarding the dead. She was the keeper of countless masters and hidden experts, all that due to some unforeseen consequences had their mortal body destroyed. Whether it was a master engineer, the soul of a very dragon or even a renowned chief, all were surviving because of her. Other means of conservation were founded, but each and every one of them was not that practical. Some would provoke an important decay of the souls, others would not allow the souls to come back to life for a short moment as she did with master Agnil. In the end, she became the vault of souls in this part of the galaxy.

She already knew that those two possibilities were a reality, but the Viscount was almost never wrong, one of his best quality. Looking at the gla.s.s one last time, she began to slowly walk away from the shadows covering her. They kept following her, lurking on the ground, awaiting any prey that would come too close. But her silhouette was finally visible to the rest of the world.

Her dark hair floating behind her, muddling into the moving darkness. Her perfect white skin, without any impurities. Her face still looked like the one of a child, she never aged from the days she left the cavern of the dark mages. If someone normal would be looking at her, he could take her as a normal child, besides the strangeness of her eyes. Two black holes, devouring any light that could enter them. On her right arm, a bracelet similar to the one that Akama was wearing could be seen. As for the rest of her body, it was hidden behind a white robe and two slippers at her feet.

Of course, it was not her battle clothes, just something that she found comfy. Under it, she had a sort of purple chest plate covering her. If she felt at risk, this would automatically deploy and cover her entire body, protecting her from any external threats. From head to toe, the metal would spread and prevent any damage to her body. It was designated to react at less than a nanosecond and allow the respiration to the race that needed that. It was barely less protective than the armor that the red demon, the Akûl wore.

As for the reasons for the slippers, it was only because she liked to walk. At her level of magic, she could easily teleport to any location she wished on that planet or even levitate. But she always thought that it was only used by a show-off, like that b.a.s.t.a.r.d Candaith. To teleport between two planets, not in the same solar system, only him was capable of doing it in less than a minute. And he boasted about that fact to the point that even their superiors were annoyed. Allowing her for the first and last time to punish the weak magician. After that, he never put a front like that again.

Outside of her room, the entire army was preparing. Boxes filled with plasma cells for the weapons, weapons checked, verified and repaired, food and supplies transported to the spatial ships and near the future locations of the portals. She could see the faces of the humans begging and crying in their cages while the demons transporting them were humming. Nearly every races were represented, in both camps. Above her was the energy shield allowing her and her subordinates to breathe normally and work more efficiently. Without it, they would need to have a suit on them at all time, slowing their movements and making them clumsy. None of them wanted to have an engineer that way when they were working on something critical or they would all turn like master Agnil.

Seeing no problem, she easily reached the communication post without anyone slowing her down. First of all, she was slow because of her size. Comparing her that was barely a meter tall to a demon of more than 4 meters was useless since the result would be obvious. So everyone could avoid her quite easily. But the most important thing was the circle of darkness surrounding her. In the broad light, no one could miss the numerous tentacles that were moving at her feet. As for what will happen to anyone that was grabbed, if he was recognized as useless by the Empress of the underworld, only one end was possible. Everything would be absorbed and turned into energy for their small mistress.

Arriving at her destination, she magically opened the door. The pad to do it normally was a little too high for her. Everyone looked at the incoming guest, and after seeing her, returned to their work. One of the many perks of working under Leilade was her lack of interest in the usual gestures of respect when it was not in an official matter. For example, like now, when a lot of work was still needed to be done. Leilade withdrew her darkness to only her body, not disrupting the atmosphere. She noticed the red demon that made a report talking to another Akûl near a holographic map.

"Ymir, you and your World-Eaters will have to take those two planets, I let you decide how you want to split your troop here is the report of the defenses on the ground."

His interlocutor was clearly p.i.s.sed, but he still accepted without complaining. Only after reading the report did he finally reacted.

"Drugrat what is this? Letting me conduct an a.s.sault on the originally planned planet was fine, but the other? They are both heavily defended and the drop point is far from them. How can we travel the distance without sustaining heavy casualties?"

"Change of plan. The Death Corps should have taken care of that planet, with an army of cannon fodders they could have breached the defenses and let another troop clean up. But since they are gone, we can only ask you to do that job."

"BUT WHAT ARE THE DEA…"

At that moment, the angry demon noticed Leilade and immediately stopped in his outrage. Insulting her personal army would make him end up in the frontlines for the next century. He will not live long that way. Not being able to question anything and sent to a suicide mission, the captain of the World-Eaters shouted one last time before leaving the room. He still lightly bowed in front of Leilade, just in case.

On the other hand, the equally gigantic Drugrat was frowning. The Death Corps were vital for saving a lot of important people, in case of unexpected accidents. They saved so many people that some joked about the fact that they should be renamed as the Life Corps. And in battle, they could indefinitely create an army of undead from the corpse of the slaves that were thrown at the enemy. That style of fight was greatly appreciated, reducing the casualties to only those that were expendables. The supposedly perfect invasion was already flawed before even starting.

"Empress, what can we do to help you?"

The demon still respectfully asked that question. He was just hoping that she didn't come here with more bad news.

"Don't worry, it is not related to the invasion or the behavior of that Akûl. Where are the archives?"

Hearing the world Akûl, Drugrat tensed a little and after seeing that she didn't continue with that, he relaxed. But the sudden interest for the past from Leilade surprised him. He kept his questions for him and accompanied her to a piece nearby. Inside, a sort of floating blue octopus was constantly rearranging small bubbles on multiple metallic shelves. In the middle of the room, however, new bubbles were constantly appearing. Inside them, all the knowledge of the Demonic Empire was transferred and stocked. Across this intergalactic empire, many of those points could be found. It was a measure to prevent any loss of information and a better access in some remote parts of the empire.

Seeing two new visitors, the octopus waved two of his tentacles.

"Blu Blulu Blulululu?"

"We are happy to see you too. The Empress is looking for …"

At this moment, Drugrat was still perplexed by the actions of Leilade. Normally, she could have all the information needed on the bracelet that she was wearing. Very few were not available on it, and most of them required a high level of accreditation. That was obviously not a problem in this case. The small human approached the octopus and smiled, provoking its retreat. Even the archivist knew that her smile was not a good news.

"I would like some information about some specific weapons."

"Blulu Blu?"

The alien and the demon were dumbfounded. Who would go to the archives to know something about weapons? Everyone would go to the armory, or even ask a weapon master. Worst, Leilade had a soul of a weapon master that died last year. But the looks of surprise quickly turned into one of confusion for the blue octopus and despair for Drugrat.

"What are the most destructive weapons created by the Ancients?"