Chapter 103: Abadon

A fleet floated silently in the void.

Ten escort ships guarded the sides, and at the very center were two intact Moon-class vessels, which surrounded a Moon-class ship engulfed in flames, continuously dispatching flying drones and Servo Skulls to repair it.

On the Bridge of a Moon-class ship chosen as Xisi's new flagship, a dozen or so battleship captains knelt on the deck, and before them, radiating golden light, stood Xisi, with the Cursed Warrior and the Judge as his platform, respectfully lowering his head.

Although the Empire's high officials would not, merely because a person radiated golden light, directly acknowledge his Divine Emperor's Divine Selection.

After all, one who radiates golden light is not necessarily the Divine Emperor; it could also be the pretentious "two-headed monster bird" Jianqi.

But the Divine Emperor could not, for a time, bypass the Four Gods to seek Kiriman; yet when facing Xisi right under his nose, he could still manifest a saintly presence.

When these captains saw the statue behind Xisi that had received the Divine Emperor's saintly manifestation, with the Divine Emperor himself as its platform, the captains, almost after sending the message to the rear, gladly chose to surrender.

At this moment a group of people stared at Xisi before them, furrowing their brows, recalling the scene they had just witnessed.

Not to mention that our own barrage of Macro Cannons was unexpectedly blocked by the enemy's shield.

When Xisi used the Divine Emperor's Blessing, teleporting to the commander's Bridge of the strike force, these Imperial Navy captains, in that instant, seeing the dazzling golden Xisi, almost thought the Divine Emperor himself had arrived.

Now, as Xisi transfers the core team to the new Moon-class, and looks at the swarming Rebel Forces and Green Skin before him, if the Divine Emperor had not continuously manifested his saintly presence, the captains would have leapt up to berate Jianqi's scheming.

Moreover, as everyone recalled, their peripheral vision kept shifting toward the non‑Empire troops that Xisi had teleported in.

The Alien Form was fine, after all it was just a plain Alien Form.

But those Rebel Forces puzzled the captains, because no matter how they looked, these Chaos Rebel Army seemed different from the other rebels.

Even when looking at these Xisi rebels, the captains couldn't help but furrow their brows, a doubt surfacing.

Because this group of rebels...

No matter how they looked, they all seemed quite pro‑Empire.

"Could they be the rebels of the Chaos rebel army?"

The captains racked their brains and could only arrive at that explanation, yet when they thought of this label, they weren't even sure whether such a 'rebel of the Chaos rebel army' would count as a double negative that makes a positive.

Above, Xisi, seeing that the core team had all relocated, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, looking at the Divine Emperor's apparition slowly retreating behind him, he could only marvel that the Divine Emperor, to keep him, had personally taken action.

Even with all this busyness, he still rushed to step down and give himself a platform.

Otherwise, the Empire, relying only on its own golden Blessing, frightened by deception and betrayal, would often first treat a "living saint" as an A-space Demon.

"After repairing the damaged warship, the entire vessel prepares to jump."

Xisi, standing at the command seat, addressed his captains, and upon hearing this, the captains immediately ceased their idle thoughts, hurried to rise, salute, and prepare to execute.

After all, if a battle group were to jump over, for a strange being like Xisi, the Empire's most efficient choice would still be to blast him first.

The captains likewise understood this, for once they knelt, shocked by the Divine Emperor, they had already become, in the battle group's eyes, corrupted and deceived traitors.

Yet when they thought of themselves as traitors, the captains' faces showed not resentment or regret, but full pride.

Their eyes, when looking at Xisi, were full of eagerness.

After all, having followed a leader whom the Divine Emperor personally endorsed, and having shared rebel experiences with Xisi, would not later become a stumbling block for them.

It would only become a powerful aid for their ascent.

Later, when others ask how long you've been following Lord Sisi, others say that after Xisi returned to the Empire, they joined at whatever time.

And these captains would sneer with a smile, offering a nonchalant "compliment":

"You guys are still good; we are no longer the same, we followed Lord Sisi as rebels for a while, and you chased us for a while."

The captains, upon reaching this point, couldn't suppress the upward curl of their mouths, then respectfully saluted Xisi, turned, and prepared to return to their own warships.

After dismissing these people, Xisi checked the time, ready to start the fleet's countdown for a jump, but before Xisi could speak, an enemy attack alarm suddenly filled the warship.

"Back so soon?"

Xisi was startled, then looked at the projector and could see, far from his fleet, a modest‑sized fleet of only five escort ships and destroyers, whose engines were at full thrust, then realizing the scale was off, hurriedly halted.

At the same time, the top of this fleet quickly displayed the name of the Chaos Sect.

"It's a small Color Devil war gang."

Fanluosi, following behind, glanced and reminded Xisi.

Xisi stared blankly at the distant scene, watching the bewildered Color Devil war gang transform from a single battered cruiser into three cruisers and ten escort ships.

Seeing Fanluosi's eager expression wanting to beat the rebels, Xisi thought, and surprisingly first looked toward the Imperial fleet that, after confirming the Divine Emperor's platform, had decisively chosen to surrender.

Fanluosi was very puzzled by this action, but as Xisi's gaze shifted, he turned to look at the other side, which also had a Color Devil platform, directly dispatching a Color Devil Imperial Prince that followed Xisi; Fanluosi's eyes widened.

"Send a few Imperial Princes, use the Color Devil's Blessing, give this war gang leader a few big blows!"

Fanluosi: "???"

The crowd stared blankly at Xisi issuing such a command, while the Imperial Princes looked at each other, then understood the meaning of Xisi's order, and turned away with a strange expression.

Moreover, because they still held a lot of Blessings seized from Xiulun, several senior Imperial Princes instantly teleported to the nearby war gang Bridge; thereafter, the onlookers couldn't see inside, only hearing the Imperial Prince's Communicator constantly shouting about the opponent being "drawn out", and then this small Color Devil war gang raised the Empire flag.

the Empire flag.

At this point Fanluosi was completely speechless; even the Imperial captains who had just prepared a grand battle to prove loyalty to Xisi could only watch as their own fleet gained five more Color Devil escort ships and destroyers.

Meanwhile, the Astats of this Color Devil war gang collectively headed to Xisi's Bridge, being incorporated among the surrendered Astats of Heilu.

Facing the newly bolstered strength on paper, Fanluosi looked at the three cruisers before his eyes, a dozen or so escort ships and destroyers, and a large number of Astats aboard.

Fanluosi could only muster bewildered confusion, speechless at how something about this chase felt off.

"If this keeps up, under Xisi's command they could probably assemble a strike battle group!"

Fanluosi scoffed at the upcoming "Empire, Chaos" combined battle group.

Xisi, while waving his hand to have the fleet prepare to leave, was curious why Washituoer, having just signed a ceasefire with him, already had two pursuit units arriving.

Meanwhile, as Xisi was deep in thought, on the other side Washituoer, back inside his Ominous Sign Ark, tightly grasped the Explosive Gun Xisi had given him, and gave Abadon a rare nod:

"Your plan is good."

"When Xisi thinks he's safe, send the Coordinates to other adversaries."

"The current Xisi has probably already been caught off guard by the Empire and other chaotic war gangs."

Seeing that he finally regained a bit of face here at Washituoer, Abadon's complexion brightened considerably.

He even wore a hint of triumph, watching Xisi's location flicker repeatedly on the projection; Abadon's eyes sparked with the exhilaration of his plan finally succeeding, then he slammed the projector hard, his gaze full of resolve:

"Send this lunatic's Coordinates."

"Transmit to the whole galaxy!"