Chapter 104: Don't Send It

One month later.

Docked in orbit around a rebel satellite somewhere.

The Chaos Rebel Army were busy on the surface performing all kinds of blasphemous sacrifices using the humans there.

At the same time they also supplied the battleship with provisions, slaves, and cult troops.

The mortals' horrified cries and the Chaos Rebel Army's rampant snarls drifted faintly from the satellite.

The long‑held frustration of being unable to chase down Xisi finally burst free at this moment.

But the lower‑rank rebels' frantic venting did not seem to reach inside the Ominous Sign Ark.

Because on the Bridge, Washituoer faced a pair of red eyes that seemed about to explode.

Even Abadon, who wasn't particularly interested in the other party, chose to stay quiet for now.

Especially when looking at the Explosive Gun inside Washituoer Gongzuoshi, a weapon that had been taken apart and reassembled countless times.

"Why?"

"Why does it just not work?"

Washituoer bowed his head and hunched, dragging the iron‑hammer staff in his hand across the floor, showing no reaction at all.

He kept a dead‑silent expression, muttering as he left the studio, then, catching a sidelong glance from Abadon, circled back mechanically and returned.

Then, standing at his own workbench, he stared at the Explosive Gun whose exaggerated power he had personally witnessed in Xisi's hand; the breathless Washituoer suddenly puffed his chest and let out a fierce breath.

The mechanical doors closed again, and just before they shut, in Abadon's peripheral vision, Washituoer trembled and picked up the Explosive Gun once more.

Abadon silently withdrew his gaze, no longer focusing on Washituoer's despair; he also stared at the intelligence his subordinates had gathered, his bald forehead furrowing.

"It's been a month, we've gone to so many Empires and war gangs, how is this..."

"No reaction at all?"

Seeing the same monotonous normalcy, Abadon couldn't help but take a deep breath, then exhaled heavily.

Then, with a hint of suspicion, he looked up at the reconnaissance team that had delivered the intel, instinctively reaching to kill them and replace the batch.

But seeing these unfamiliar faces, Abadon hesitated, then lowered his hand.

Because during this time Abadon had already killed an unknown number of reconnaissance squads.

Retracting his hand and letting out a long sigh, Abadon weakly waved:

"Understood, go down."

The reconnaissance team, with fine cold sweat on their foreheads, bowed almost tremblingly, then retreated very cautiously.

Just as they were about to leave the Bridge, Abadon, who had been pondering for a while, suddenly spoke:

"Kill this batch as well."

Recon team: "?!?"

An axe swung down, and the head rolled onto the deck.

Smelling the blood beginning to permeate the air, Abadon's mood finally improved a bit.

But before he could take another deep breath, the doors of Washituoer Gongzuoshi behind him burst open.

At the same time, Washituoer raised the Explosive Gun and hurried out:

"I'm going to see Xisi."

Washituoer's voice even trembled, and the words he said to Abadon were uttered with unmistakable certainty.

At this moment, Washituoer only wanted to find out why the Explosive Gun behaved differently in his hands.

And Abadon's slightly calmed mood let him return to reason; after a brief thought, he nodded in agreement:

"I'm going too!"

He did not deploy the entire fleet, not even taking the Ominous Sign Ark.

A Spirit Race Yinjizhan that Washituoer had somehow acquired took the two of them away from the fleet, and after an A-space Fluctuation, flew toward where Xisi was.

Because the distance was not especially far and the fragments provided precise positioning, the two quickly burst out of Subspace again.

They didn't get too close; the two then piloted the battleship to approach slowly, and after Xisi's trace appeared on the scanner, they halted at a distance.

Washituoer had no objection, but watching Abadon approach Xisi and his forehead break out with fine cold sweat again, Washituoer reluctantly withdrew his gaze.

Xisi was about to cast Abadon into shadow!

Soon, as Washituoer's enhanced scanner transmitted the image back.

Washituoer and Abadon's attention finally shifted back from Xisi.

At the same time, Abadon, who had been staring at the screen, suddenly sat up straight and pointed his right hand at the display:

"Th‑this... this... where did this battle group come from?!"

Abadon's body tensed; he had thought the Divine Emperor had already found Kiriman and cleared Xisi's misunderstanding.

But as Washituoer slightly raised his hand, the image zoomed in further, revealing the war gang ships scattered throughout the fleet, and Abadon let out another huge sigh of relief.

He was about to look up to steady himself when he saw Washituoer, his whole body rigid, a pair of huge red eyes staring blankly at the screen.

Abadon was stunned, then a detail even more horrifying than Xisi's revocation of rebel status and receiving Empire support kept replaying clearly in his mind.

He even had to glance back; when Abadon blinked deliberately to be sure he wasn't mistaken, he stared blankly for a while, then raised his head with puzzled eyes:

"This Empire and the war gangs."

"Why aren't they fighting?"

Abadon asked, eyes wide.

Washituoer was also stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and looked at Abadon.

"Because they are allies."

Abadon's eyes widened even more, and he gave Washituoer a look that said 'you fool'.

"Empire?"

"Zhanbang?"

"Allies?!"

He said a line, then paused; Washituoer likewise looked at Abadon, almost raising his hammer.

But without Washituoer physically reminding Abadon, Abadon, after finishing that sentence, realized on his own.

Anything can be faked, but the scene he saw with his own eyes cannot be faked.

When he looked at the scene again, he saw in the distance a mixed combat group of the Empire and Zhanbang, comprising as many as five cruisers, over thirty escort ships, destroyers, and even a strike cruiser.

It was at that moment that Xisi discovered him, and a swarm of Zhanbang Asitat leapt over, which Abadon found reasonable.

But while Abadon thought it reasonable, an unreasonable scene was transmitted.

Because while Abadon and Washituoer were sizing up Xisi, the strike cruiser that served as Xisi's new flagship was turning, pointing its guns toward them.

"Discovered?"

Abadon was startled; Washituoer also straightened slightly, looking puzzled at the warship beneath his feet.

"The strike cruiser's scanner? Its power shouldn't be like that!"

Washituoer, trusting his own vessel, watched as the strike cruiser fired an absurdly massive Light Spear that pierced the vast void, striking the stealth warship directly; he felt the warship being pushed backward by the Light Spear, its shield index plummeting.

Abadon suddenly, in a rage, slammed the emergency Leap button.

At the same time, a pair of eyes were filled with resentment that his own plan should not have turned out this way.

"It must be that not enough Coordinates were sent; I'll broadcast the Coordinates to more people!"

Abadon's eyes reddened as he spoke, and Washituoer, who was astonished by the strike cruiser's exaggerated firepower, jumped back in fright.

Finally, a staff bridge struck the freshly formed tip on Abadon:

"Don't send it!"