Chapter 140: Execute Plan B

In the deep void far from Xisi's flagship.

An Alien Form warship with equally advanced technology completely hides its whereabouts.

At the same time, watching from afar as the Undead Fleet directly jumps onto Aolake's face, the crew on the Bridge shows a rare look of embarrassment.

Leading the group is a dark Spirit Race conspirator, the Regiment Commander, accompanied by a mix of Ark Spirit Race, pirates and other crew, and at the very end of the crowd a clown who supervises subordinates to fulfill Ivereni's will.

But now, whether clown or all the Spirit Race, everyone looks at each other with awkward faces.

To avoid being detected by Xisi, they dare not scan, and can only cautiously approach based on Xisi's public broadcast that summons followers' coordinates.

At the same time, using the Spirit Race's usual tricks, they manage to lure the Dead Spirits, who also intend to eradicate Xisi, over.

Then, just as everyone thought the great deed was about to succeed, finally able to decapitate Xisi with a single strike, they finally saw that Xisi had somehow produced this massive warship from nowhere!

Then the Dead Spirits that were drawn in stared blankly at the Macro Cannon array facing their own façade.

Just before Aolake fires, a frantic call from the Dead Spirits comes from within the Spirit Race Yinjizhan.

But seeing the Communicator's speaker nearly shattering, the Spirit Race members exchange a glance and then seem to hear nothing.

Meanwhile, as the Dead Spirits desperately try to contact the Spirit Race, Aolake doesn't fire a synchronized Macro Cannon barrage at all; instead, it uses a one‑on‑one Macro Cannon to blast the Dead Spirits fleet that jumped onto its face, giving them a good 'face wash'!

Brilliant green sparks explode in the void.

From start to finish, the Undead Fleet never fires a single Gauss shot and instantly turns into cosmic dust.

Although they had anticipated it and knew that against such a massive warship the Dead Spirits fleet had no chance of survival.

But the Spirit Race, witnessing this, truly did not expect Xisi's flagship to be so exaggerated in power.

So much so that the Spirit Race on the Bridge even subconsciously withdrew their gaze.

"This firepower..."

"It can destroy a warship with a single shot..."

"Even the Dead Spirits warship famed for its technology..."

The Spirit Race hunches, frowning and murmuring, some even baring teeth, as if that blast not only shattered the jumping‑face Dead Spirits but also hurt their hearts.

Then, someone's remark makes everyone unable to help but look up again toward the massive warship in the distance.

"This is only a small‑scale shot; if it were a synchronized barrage with the main spine cannon, then it would be..."

He even swallows dryly, and as everyone's faces turn pallid, he struggles to add:

"What would that look like?"

No one has ever seen Aolake fire a synchronized barrage, not even Aolake itself.

But as everyone imagines it, their already pale faces turn a steely blue from the imagined Aolake barrage.

Finally, they all swallow dryly in unison, their faces showing great relief:

"Lady Ivereni's plan is truly excellent."

"If we had attacked, the thing lying in the void would have been us."

The Spirit Race, with a post‑catastrophe ease, to avoid Xisi's detection, even rely solely on naked‑eye observation.

Now that they are sure their plan was just a giveaway, they ignore the now‑silent Communicator, silently ignite the engines, and prepare to withdraw.

Even though they didn't scan Aolake and only dared naked‑eye observation, the moment their engines ignited in the void, Aolake's numerous close‑range cannons and small Light Spears suddenly swivelled.

Simultaneously, the alarm on the Spirit Race Bridge went hoarsely deafening!

"It can detect us?!"

The Spirit Race, terrified, watch the light fire instantly target them; the ever‑silent clown suddenly slams the button for the immediate Leap, and before the Light Spears roar, the warship jumps away.

Aolake watches the opponent depart, reluctantly retracts its barrels, and transmits the report to Xisi on the Bridge.

"Spirit Race warship?"

Ustali's Foundry General, having saluted, respectfully departs and now commands hundreds of Mechanical Church warships to join Xisi's expeditionary force.

Originally focused on the Mechanical Church and the believers salvaging Dead Spirits wreckage, Xisi is still startled when hearing Aolake's transmission.

Then he roughly guesses why these two Alien Forms appear together around him, and Xisi chuckles again.

"To kill me, you two can cooperate; that's flattering!"

Dead Spirits and the Spirit Race are ancient enemies; although in the galaxy's complex situation they sometimes cooperate, such instances are few, and they achieve a shared goal first only to immediately wish to kill each other afterward.

Now, because of Xisi, they actually have a long‑term cooperative objective!

But after Xisi's chuckle on the Bridge, his expression turns indifferent again.

Xisi doesn't need the Alien Forms' favor; after all, his allies, in a sense, are almost entirely in Subspace... and whether killing Dead Spirits or the Spirit Race, it pleases his Subspace 'friends'.

"After the fleet is ready, do not depart immediately; collect all usable supplies from nearby Alien Form warships as much as possible."

"Isn't there an Empire fleet nearby attacked by Alien Forms? Before proceeding, first go to the battlefield to continue gathering supplies."

It's another war cut off from supply lines, and a distant expedition; Xisi refuses to forgo any resupply opportunity.

While Xisi is busy dispatching salvage teams, on the other side, in the dark void far from the star system, a Spirit Race warship suddenly bursts out of the net.

After confirming no danger nearby, the Bridge crew, trembling and a bit weak, hold onto anything that can support them.

At the same time, deep down they feel endless terror at Aolake's exaggerated sensitivity just now.

The Spirit Race has always, to survive and preserve population, focused almost all their technology on concealment.

This indeed allows them to avoid many needless battles.

But now, recalling that they just ignited the engines, were locked on immediately, with their cloaking fully active and at a great distance.

This scene is, for the Spirit Race, no less than a death sentence.

Everyone understands the meaning of that moment, and as they gradually lose physical stability, almost all cement in their eyes a resolve never to appear before Xisi.

The Spirit Race, let alone other humans, will truly detour when encountering Xisi, and must flee at the mere sound of his name.

After all, even if they pay a heavy price to annihilate Xisi, the post‑war losses would be utterly unacceptable to them.

After all, even if they paid an extremely heavy price to besiege and kill Xisi, the post-war losses would still be completely unacceptable to them.

Of course, the premise is that a terrible price must be paid, then we can surround‑kill; otherwise…

This surround‑kill is just another big gift from Xisi to the sister behind the scenes!

The Bridge is quiet until everyone gradually steadies their minds, then the conspiratorial Regiment Commander leading the team breaks the lingering fear of the crowd:

"Since Plan A fails, we'll execute Plan B."

The Spirit Clan nods, then looks at the projection on the Bridge, where another Alien Form slowly materializes.

What is the Spirit Clan best at?

Obviously, tricking one Alien Form into attacking another Alien Form.

But now, who among those who can be tricked by the Spirit Clan, who also have the capability to launch an Alien force threatening humanity, is bold enough to dare attack Xisi?

Or rather, who's foolish enough?

Thinking that, the Spirits look at the projected Alien Form, a smile gradually appearing at the corners of their mouths.

Brothers!

In this damn galaxy, there really are such bold Alien Forms!

Because of the figure in the Spirit Clan's projection, an Alien Form, covered in blue skin, looks at the Spirits with a confident face.