Chapter 123: The Grand Expedition Has Not Ended

A demon world filled with profane things.

Black, towering steel forms an endless chain of lofty mountain ranges.

Above, alien warships burst into flames and fall, while the Ominous Sign Ark, grotesque and terrifying, is laden with nightmarish cargo.

Before the eyes lies an infinite demon army, an alien frenzy, and countless traitors launching a renewed counterattack.

In this world that can be called hopeless, when countless enemies of humanity gather and once again attempt to annihilate every human they see.

The Imperial troops, fighting on their own, open their eyes and watch the figure flying at the front, standing with the purest human bearing, confronting the oncoming human foes, matching them point for point, and once again raising their sharp swords to strike down all enemies of humanity!

Let them unite! Humanity must cleanse the galaxy!!!

No one utters the words, yet everyone looking up at Xisi, the sword‑pressing figure above, shouts the phrase in their hearts.

Then, under the wide‑eyed stare of Shiwang as he suddenly turns his head, among Shiwang's upright white whiskers, a mortal bursts from the trench, brandishing a bayonet rifle, his body and face flushed red:

"Long live humanity!"

"Long live the Empire!!"

"Long live Xisi!!!"

He is a nameless mortal, a mortal that everyone present has no recollection of.

He is a mortal indistinguishable from the countless Star Realm Armies and defense forces.

It is because of him that humanity and the Empire have persisted in this galaxy riddled with human enemies, endless smoke and war.

He has no name, yet his name resounds through the galaxy like thunder, becoming the only one in the galaxy to sit on the fifth great evil god throne under his own clan's name!

This name......

is called 'Human'!

There is no further encouragement, no more communication, not even unified command.

On this nightmarish battlefield, in a place where even the planet beneath harbors boundless hostility toward itself.

Humanity needs no superfluous words, nor does it disdain them!

They merely reload their magazines, raise their bayonets, crank the chainsaw‑sword motors to the maximum, then, with dried, blood‑stained scabs on their bodies, follow that mortal, shouting 'Long live' across the planet once more!

Long live! Long live!! Long live!!!

Since enemies lie in every direction, launch attacks in all directions!!!

When humans begin to run one after another, when the squads start to converge.

This tide surging toward humanity's foes no longer distinguishes dark angels, Imperial legions, holy blood angels, Astarte, Star Realm Army, navy, or Mechanical Church.

At this moment, this ocean they have gathered bears only one name, and only one name:

"Human!"

The black thunder sun dives toward the ground.

Even though his body still bears grievous wounds blessed by the Divine Emperor, even though Xisi now has only his own strength, before the human tide collides with the enemy tide, it is this black thunder sun named 'Xisi' that, as always, charges at the forefront of his followers.

The thunder sun streaks across the earth, endless black Spiritual Energy Lightning crackling wildly.

Along the way, demons, aliens, and traitors alike turn into charred ash in the instant Xisi passes.

Then the Red Sword swings, the endless industrial demons in the sky turning into clusters of fire across the heavens.

The Black Spear roars, spawning continuous dense, steaming flames within the enemy tide.

At this moment, Xisi is the spearhead of all humanity, the Empire's sharpest sword tip in the galaxy, and the edge that allows humanity to pierce any formidable foe.

Now, as Xisi pierces the surging enemy tide, flesh‑and‑blood humans suddenly collide with the grotesque demons before them!

Fresh blood, limbs, broken blades spray continuously as the two torrents clash.

Death, pain, and glory continuously play out in the frenzy of multi‑front slaughter.

Who will claim ultimate victory remains unknown, but today, on Longlin Star, the Subspace Evil God will revel in a grand soul feast.

Azrael raises his blessed sword, shouting the name of humanity as he slaughters every enemy before him.

Dante temporarily sets aside his desire for a 'vacation', leading the Holy Blood Guard with a custom Jet Pack into the air, exerting all his might to follow that black thunder sun.

Fanluosi and Bai'er stand together; Bai'er's 'surgical cleaver' easily slices one traitor after another, while Fanluosi charges his iron hammer with energy, the flashing electric hammer blasting one evil after another.

There is also Daiweiluo, Bunoke, and countless humans, who surge forward one after another against the enemy; even if the enemy outnumbers them, even if the gap is huge, humanity has no defense, only offense, and only offense!

The battlefield roars with death cries; in the distance, a Zhong-level Tomb Ship crashes completely onto the ground from orbit, detonating a green sun on the horizon, stirring a gale that scatters the black clouds.

The Imperial fleet overhead launches a desperate strike against the Dead Spirits and the Chaos Fleet; warships one after another, shrouded in thick smoke, ram Aolake, and even the cruiser, using its remaining engine, with the entire crew's frenzied 'Long live' cries, turns whole ship after whole ship into cosmic dust.

Such a feverish assault forces Washituoer and Abadon, who had been hiding behind, to abandon Aolake in its incredulous despair and retreat to the safer Longlin Star.

As for Aolake, Washituoer, being a Subspace Demigod, gave Abadon more than just this Ominous Sign Ark.

This ship can serve as a flagship not because of its combat prowess, but simply because Aolake, as a hateful intelligence, can provide Washituoer with abundant convenience.

Although the fragments are not yet gathered, Washituoer, who now controls Longlin Star, no longer needs Aolake, that wrecked junk.

Awaiting Aolake is only the tragic fate already sealed, cruelly abandoned by those it trusted.

Thus, when the subsequent Imperial fleet rushes toward Aolake, the Ominous Sign Ark, which has endured countless great wars, surprisingly remains silent.

Those on the ground cannot see the space battle clearly; their gaze remains fixed on the black thunder sun overhead, following Xisi as he repeatedly lunges at the enemies before him.

Because the battle before them is so shocking, many who look at Xisi momentarily lose consciousness.

At this moment, in mid‑air, endless industrial demons are continuously forged from the entirety of Longlin Star.

They gather darkly in the sky, eventually forming several black strips from the western horizon, continuously surging toward the battlefield above.

Finally, the ever‑expanding industrial demons encircle Xisi, forming a massive sphere.

Outside is endless demons; inside is the solitary Xisi, surrounded by countless demons, constantly struck by black Spiritual Energy Lightning.

Until distant stars fall and rise, rise and fall.

The crowd, with the last piece of compressed starch in their mouths, thrust their bayonets into the bones of the final Dead Spirits infantryman; as iron meets stone, sparks fly, and when the dead spirit falls, the stunned, panting mortal soldier collapses, kneeling on the ground.

Finally, before him, there are no more enemies.

In the distance, the Chaos Yunxuji belonging to the battle gang scattered and fled, as Abadon's angry rebuke was about to shatter their Communicator.

The Dead Spirits fought until only a single soldier remained, until they were overwhelmed by humans dozens of times their number.

As for the industrial demons, when the Longlin Star factory had nearly squeezed out its last ounce of output, facing the completely depleted spiritual energy in midair, with only Xisi's pure body flying in the void, he gritted his teeth and smashed the last industrial demon; this uneven battle, in the end, the one that stood upon the earth…

It is still humanity!

Boundless corpses carpet the entire ground, while warships with broken Orbits flicker densely with lights.

Living people stood numb, either sitting, lying, or standing; Astat brandished a chainsaw sword, kneeling on one knee, silently gazing at the endless sea of fallen comrades before him.

Then, a full‑throated shout echoed from somewhere on the boundless battlefield.

Soon, as if contagious, every living human summoned their last strength, widened their eyes, opened their mouths, and shouted meaningless cries from their throats.

In the distance, the reassembled industrial demons were gathering, and the shattered Dead Spirits began to flicker with light, slowly taking shape.

Amid the shouts, humans gritted their teeth and rose one by one; they looked up at Xisi, still hanging in the air, watching his blood drip down his armor, and once again clenched their weapons.

And this scene was seen in the eyes of Shiwang, who could view the entire battlefield from afar.

He watched below, regardless of number, and truly saw the eighteen legions that Xisi had reassembled.

He saw humanity unite, campaigning against all enemies of humanity.

For the others who have struggled in this desperate galaxy for tens of thousands of years, this might be a rather different war.

But for Shiwang, he finally, in this galaxy that is completely unfamiliar after his awakening, found the most familiar scene he once knew.

Gazing at Xisi amid the crowd's shouts, gazing at the equally potent spiritual energy, gazing at the enemies of humanity being slaughtered, the ancient legions once again close‑knit, Shiwang, after half a day of silence, finally, from afar, bowed his head toward Xisi.

Then a whispered voice echoed over Longlin Star, where death and turmoil rose together.

"Great Expedition!"

"Great Expedition!!"

"Great Expedition, it is not over yet!!!"