Chapter 144: Recruiting Troops at the Eye of Fear?

The account of the bombardment is unremarkable.

So many State Church Priests who rushed over were at a loss for half a while on how to describe how our great Lord Sisi brilliantly and mightily won yet another victory over the detestable Alien Forms.

It can't be that we fired a single shot and the opposite side just surrendered, can it?

Even if that shot raised the sea into ten‑thousand‑foot waves, giving the Ti a "cataclysmic flood."

And why didn't we bomb the city district?

Xisi can't bear to part with his starch!

So after the flood recedes, letting the overheated Aethers cool down, the surviving Ti can only watch helplessly as massive numbers of humans descend like meteors, and like a horde of starving beggars, even pack up the green plants on both sides of the road!

Flames spread across the once‑prosperous main street of the Ti Empire.

Night falls, but what illuminates the ground again is not lanterns, but a sky of fire, and the dense fleet linked to the Orbit, dotted with countless Yunxuji.

A common soldier of the Empire, wielding a plasma Rifle, excitedly carries a bag of starch down the main street.

The flames light the soldier's face, highlighting his grinned mouth.

To the fellow humans nearby, it looks like a sunny, bountiful joy.

But for the Ti being escorted in large numbers toward the Starch Factory on both sides of the road, it seems like a demon.

At the end of the main street, a group of senior Aethers kneel on the ground, feeling knee pain while constantly looking up at the sci‑fi skyscrapers built by the Ti Empire, pondering when the human named Xisi will summon them.

"These Alien Forms are too abundant!"

"Even without plants or beasts, the starch and protein they produce are enough to fund our entire army."

"If we also count the planet's plants and beasts, we will solve our previous supply shortage and even provide fresh meat for the whole army."

Fanluosi, looking excited, holds the supply list that Ana just compiled, and finally shows his first completely relaxed smile since the campaign began.

Meanwhile, Xisi, who was assessing the Ti Empire's living standards, was genuinely terrified of poverty, and hurriedly withdrew his gaze from the surrounding buildings, pointing to the densely packed Ti nobles outside the skyscraper:

"There are also nearly a billion Alien Forms here; they are uncorrupted and unpolluted, making excellent starch material."

Xisi at this moment has fully integrated into the Empire, and feels no discomfort at large‑scale slaughter and processing!

After all, there's no reason that because it's inhumane, we should only eat our own kind and spare the Alien Forms, right?

If anyone truly thinks this is inhumane, then in other words, each extra Alien Form consumed saves a human life.

Said like that, doesn't it become more humane?

Fanluosi, with an embarrassed look as if he almost messed up something important, smacks his forehead and respectfully bows to Xisi, laughing:

"Lord, you were right to remind us; after processing these Alien Forms into starch, we can even transport a lot back to the Alert Star."

Fanluosi quickly records and drafts the order, respectfully hands it to Xisi, and watches Xisi sign his name without a moment's hesitation.

Thus the fate of the Alien Forms was settled in a distinctly Imperial manner.

After that, while the Aethers below were being dragged away, still puzzled and curious, Xisi could not possibly have delivered a killing blow without even seeing their faces; at the same time, atop the Ti Empire's skyscraper, Xisi and his core team finally welcomed a long‑awaited sumptuous feast.

Because more and more humans are appearing within the Ti Empire, the warehouses now hold a large stock of food supplies directly usable for humans.

No longer the death‑taste survival starch, now the staple foods of humans for hundreds of thousands of years—rice and noodles—are served, along with Western desserts, Eastern dishes, and even Central Asian kebabs.

Xisi can only sip red wine while once again complaining that the Empire's citizens are truly no better than a roadside trash.

But Xisi's complaints aside, he doesn't place much blame.

Because the Ti Empire's advanced living standards are built upon highly intelligent, developed productivity.

For the Human Empire that has endured the Iron Giant rebellion, better food and the continuation of the entire race are fundamentally incomparable.

After all, as long as there aren't successive desperate wars, in relatively peaceful regions like the Five Hundred Worlds, human living standards aren't that outrageously poor.

Swallowing the last sip of undrinkable, bitter red wine, Xisi lies back satisfied on his chair.

Then, looking at the surrounding sci‑fi, minimalist, bright Ti Empire room, he silently complains that the space utilization is rather low.

He then refocuses his attention on what lies before him.

"Although supplies are abundant, the plan to resupply via the Empire worlds along the way is likely unworkable."

"Moreover, because the Coordinates were made public, we did gain many followers' support, but it also attracted constant attacks by Dead Spirits along the route."

"If this continues, even when we reach Terra, such a force will have little effect."

Xisi slowly speaks; those below who hadn't finished eating, except Bunoke who still buried his face in food, Fanluosi and the others quickly set down their utensils.

Bai'er hasn't been by Xisi's side lately; after confirming the creation of the 19th legion, Bai'er locked himself deep in the lower decks of Aolake, occasionally calling Xisi for a blood draw.

At this moment Xisi speaks, and Fanluosi's brows, which had just relaxed after solving the urgent supply issue, furrow again.

"Should we send a direct message to Terra, asking any future reinforcements to gather somewhere and wait for us?"

Daiweiluo couldn't help but offer a suggestion; not only Xisi, even Fanluosi's face darkened.

But as long as there are any reinforcements that can be mobilized, there'd be no need to press Xisi so urgently!

Daiweiluo also thought of this, and after speaking fell silent again.

Then the whole room, deep in contemplation, fell into silence.

Then, Bunoke, still hungrily shoveling food, looked up satisfied, asking for another serving, and couldn't help but complain:

"If only there were a region with massive human concentrations and relatively few Alien Forms, that would be great."

Bunoke spoke; hearing this, Fanluosi and Daiweiluo simply gave each other a speechless glance.

"Isn't that just nonsense?"

"If such a place truly existed, that would explain our current dilemma."

Just as Fanluosi and Daiweiluo glanced at Bunoke, then turned back to Xisi, they suddenly noticed Xisi's usually somber gaze beginning to brighten.

Then, after Fanluosi seriously recalled the galactic situation and actually found such a suitable location, Fanluosi, with his face turned ghostly pale and the four pairs of increasingly mischievous eyes in Subspace, Xisi…

took a deep breath in front of everyone.

"How did I forget this?"

"The human rebels inside the Eye of Fear…"

"Isn't that plenty!"

"The room fell silent, and even Bunoke suddenly halted his dry-rice eating, and then a group of people, including Aolake, all stared at Xisi."

"What does that mean?"

"You want to lead the human army bearing the Eye of Fear......"

"To Terra?!"