Chapter 133: Xisi Inn

In Subspace.

The A-space Demons, already accustomed to all kinds of ships, are watching a warship with surprise and doubt.

Because in their view, this warship seems like a moving Holy Ship, radiating the light of heroic souls.

Even some A-space Demons that couldn't dodge, merely by getting close, were scorched by its light, spewing black smoke from their bodies.

This scene made more A-space Demons flee wildly, and for some unknown reason, as they looked at this magnificent, solemn, massive black‑gold warship, they felt as if they'd seen it somewhere before.

But recalling the images deep in their memory, the demons thought, hasn't that thing already sunk long ago?!

And inside the warship.

The Holy Light, scorching and terrifying to the demons, brings spiritual calm and peace to the crew inside.

Because of the Holy Light's protection and Xisi himself stationed there, the mortal crew need not, as on other warships entering Subspace, restrain their behavior and suppress emotional fluctuations to avoid Subspace erosion; they can freely carry out all normal activities.

Thus, at this moment, the warship interior, already like a moving city shaped as a warship, allows countless crew, soldiers, and even Astats to find their own ways to rest.

On the main thoroughfare of the mid‑deck at this moment, crew bustle back and forth; in stark contrast to the Galaxy's first warship, the Xisi flagship, Aolake even specially designed a crew rest area.

Allowing the crew, amid desperate war intervals, to achieve genuine relaxation.

Moreover, with the massive supplies seized from wrecked ships, compared to the post‑war human population that has shrunk by a hundredfold, almost everyone has ample provisions.

In that rest area at this moment, there is not only hot food available twenty‑four hours, but also at least two vegetable meals daily, and a fixed amount of fruit per person.

As for starches, proteins, oils and salts, even fresh meat, snacks and desserts, they are offered openly.

Furthermore, Aolake specially upgraded a batch of "humanoid wetware" equipped with top‑tier cooking cores.

Confronted with the flagship cuisine of any variety, ingredient, flavor, or even presentation, even Fanluosi occasionally feels as if he were in a planetary governor's private kitchen.

And Fanluosi feels this way, let alone the vast majority of mortal soldiers who have endured a lifetime of hardship.

Thus, many mortals have begun to call the flagship the "Xisi Inn"!

Thereafter, in order to stay on the flagship and remain loyal to Lord Sisi, the crew's self‑improvement and self‑training initiative has been driven to the extreme.

Consequently, after four meals a day, the crew must also run to the gym, spa, projection hall, and shooting range to constantly improve themselves and optimize their condition, then return to their four‑person cabins with personal desks and lockers, always maintaining peak work performance.

The most direct benefit is that, with equal hardware, having fully‑charged crew allows several extra volleys of synchronized fire.

Of course, beyond material support, spiritual support also directly meets top‑level standards.

After all, the flagship's largest, most magnificent, most solemn Dadian is the Flying Cathedral!

Inside the cathedral at this moment.

Gradually, crew of various types, soldiers, and even Astats arrive, facing the towering colossal statue before them, praying devoutly to obtain inner spiritual peace.

And at the top of the cathedral, in the Xisi Office level with the statue.

Xisi stands by the floor‑to‑ceiling window, watching that kid Aolake, who deliberately carved the Divine Emperor's face to resemble his own, then let the people below worship, and couldn't help glancing at the black‑gold skull beside him.

He then quickly redirects the crowd's puzzled gazes back:

"So this time we are not simply returning to aid Terra, but confronting two Insect Tide tentacles besieging the entire Solar Star Region."

Speaking, Aolake directly projects an image; the screen first shows a galaxy‑scale display, with two terrifying Insect Tide tentacles extending from opposite directions toward Terra.

Then follows a massive montage of battles across the star regions and worlds along the way.

But watching the footage of star sectors flooded by tens of thousands of Tylian bio‑ships, and the ground where each soldier must face thousands to tens of thousands of insects, and finally looking at their own lone ship—without even a fleet.

Even those who follow Xisi blindly can't help but frown and exchange glances, unusually refraining from speaking up.

At this moment, beneath Xisi are only Bai'er, Fanluosi, Daiweiluo, Bunoke, Ana and others; Dante, as the Dark Zone Regent, also faces a great deal of arduous war awaiting him and the Holy Blood Angel.

Shiwang returns to the Dark Angel, continuing the Divine Emperor‑assigned mission to hunt Abadon and Washituoer.

Thus, on the warship now, those remaining are Xisi's core team and the elite from various former Empire forces who voluntarily joined Xisi; Dante and Shiwang each also brought a contingent of Astats into the Xisi Legion.

Xisi watches his subordinates' avoidance, knows the situation is absurd, and then produces the document Kiriman sent not long ago, trying to inspire everyone:

"We are not going with a single ship; Alert Star has officially been designated as a Conscription World of the Black Watch."

"We have six months of repair time on Alert Star to replenish personnel and fleet."

Hearing 'six months,' the faces below grow even sicker.

After all, on a galactic scale, six months is but a blink of an eye.

Not to mention Alert Star was previously battered that way; even with Xisi pouring many people inside, how large a force can he sustain?

Recall that in previous Tylian wars, humanity faced only a single Insect Tide tentacle each time; now, with almost no support from surrounding worlds, they must face two at once.

Even if we muster a few unyielding fleets, let alone Alert Star, it would be hard to make any fundamental impact.

Xisi, seeing the crowd still lacking confidence, can only continue helplessly.

He picks up the list Kiriman gave Xisi, and Xisi raises it slightly:

"After the battle, Alert Star received Terra's decree, urging all nearby sector governments to fully support reconstruction."

"As long as we reach Alert Star, we can at least assemble a reasonably sized expedition fleet."

Seeing Xisi's renewed encouragement, though hope remains limited, the crowd summons a burst of spiritual light.

Terra will not tolerate failure; since support is inevitable, we should first reach Alert Star and mobilize as many troops as possible.

At this moment, the warship finally bursts out of Subspace; under Aolake's Hundredfold control, the massive vessel steadily halts in orbit around Alert Star.

Gazing at the familiar starry sky through the porthole, Xisi hurriedly leads the way to the window, ready to guide everyone's view.

But when Bai'er and Fanluosi followed from behind, they saw Xisi suddenly freeze in place, his smile instantly stiffening.

Then Xisi took a deep breath, suddenly gripping tightly the report Kiriman gave him about Alert Star's reconstruction work, full of praise.

Because right before Xisi's eyes, the damaged space dock lay utterly silent, and the collapsed Pure Water Space Elevator remained broken.

On the ground, Nest City remains collapsed, and the desolate wasteland beyond its ruins is dotted with refugee camps so massive that they are clearly visible even from orbit.

And the route that should have been packed with support fleets from nearby sectors now shows only two or three old cargo ships, sailing alone toward Alert Star.

As Xisi's Conscription World, the rear base from which Xisi will soon rush to aid Terra.

Alert Star......

It's even worse than before Xisi left!!!