Chapter 150: Still Going to the Great Vortex?

The fleet is rarely describable with words like boundless or endless.

Unless the opposite side is the Terran Insect Tide, famed for its sheer numbers.

But today, right above the star‑sector government that has been harassing Fanluosi for months, the ancient legions that once clashed with Terra after the war gathered again, in a posture of paying tribute to the Emperor, blocking the sun overhead.

The warships are not new, even old enough to be called antiquated, but when they appeared, the Imperial fleet docked on the other side saw that the leader was their own Lord Xisi, and hurriedly stood down their arms, rushing over excitedly.

As the two massive orbital fleets slowly merged, Imperial escort ships sailed beside Chaos cruisers, and the dark Mechanical Church began hastily repairing Imperial combat barges.

Thousands of ships plunged the surface into night several hours early!

In the darkness, Fanluosi's way of greeting Xisi's return was to raise his power hammer, smashing the heads of the insects that had tormented him for months into watermelon juice!

Besides the star‑sector government being unable—or daring—to continue harassing, it's also because Fanluosi truly didn't expect his own lord to bring out so many rebels from the Eye of Fear!

Earlier they thought about conserving combat power, but with an army of this scale now, conserving is a joke!

Watching the last insect turn into a watermelon dessert before his power hammer, Fanluosi gasped, his face full of cathartic pleasure.

He, his face smeared with blood, and under a special decree from the Terror lord, opened a backdoor for Xisi's first close attendant, bestowing a Blessing upon that blood and skull.

When Fanluosi, holding his iron hammer, bloodied and radiating red light, stood before the other officials, the officials were not even able to speak, their faces mournful, heads bowed, daring not utter blasphemy.

Even Fanluosi, who has held out for so long, feels a kind of pent‑up anger that, when facing these insects, he should have already turned to Terror!

Stop following the damn procedure; what process is more efficient than just smashing you all into watermelon juice?

Fanluosi, exhilarated, slammed his iron hammer with a "Bang!" onto the floor, no longer shying away from the crimson Blessing on his body, and faced the officials kneeling all over the ground:

"Logistics, arrange people to deliver it immediately."

"Not only the Imperial side must send, but also the veteran legionnaires under Lord Xisi must send."

The officials froze, eyes tearless, looking upward.

What does that mean?

"You want us to directly supply the rebels?!"

The officials tried to speak but couldn't, until Fanluosi, glowing with red light, glared at them viciously, and with a gesture suggesting he would swing his power hammer in a circle, the officials below quickly swallowed their pride and nodded in panic.

After all, if the head on his own neck isn't struck now, his future life won't need to be struck either.

Soon, even before Fanluosi himself boarded a transport craft to Aolake, the supply convoy from the star sector had already taken off densely from the planet's surface worldwide.

Countless transport crafts scrambled to deliver supplies to the fleet hovering overhead; the myriad engine lights, seen from orbit, resembled a swarm of fireflies spreading across the world.

When Fanluosi's transport finally lifted off, the dense swarm of transports outside his porthole gradually gave way to dark void; after a few minutes forward, the view before Fanluosi was an endless expanse of a massive fleet composed entirely of warships.

At this moment, the loyalist and rebel fleets were intermingled, each warship's hangar doors flung wide, with transport crafts constantly shuttling supplies.

Imperial recruits eagerly swapped to standard Imperial weapons, while Chaos veterans finally got to replace the long‑retired Taogang armor plates.

Beyond these supply replacements, there were veterans who had endured torment in the Eye of Fear for tens of thousands of years, now using bodies that were just beginning to return to normal, attempting to eat the ordinary food that only existed in their deep memories.

At this moment, the massive fleet named "Xisi Legion" was gulping down the massive supplies delivered from the storage world below, as if starving and thirsty.

Regarding these supplies, without Fanluosi—or even Xisi—having to speak, the officials below themselves delivered all the provisions.

After all, the main purpose of these supplies is to prevent the Chaos rebels in the Eye of Fear from breaking out.

Now the rebels not only broke out, but also followed Aolake's small Star Torch straight onto the face, and next intend to breach Terra twice.

These supplies are now useless and have no need to exist.

Thus there is no longer a shortage of supplies, even if the scale has multiplied countless times, even if the ancient legions brought out are equally lacking.

With an entire war‑ready star sector's storage as support, Xisi's upcoming grand pilgrimage to Terra will no longer face any supply issues.

When Fanluosi's transport finally docked on the seventh‑level hangar deck of Aolake.

Facing the constantly arriving supply ships and the armies mass‑re‑equipping on the deck, Fanluosi observed that the most common action among these intermingled Imperial and Chaos troops was first to change their insignia and uniform colors to those of the Xisi Legion and black.

"Where is Lord Xisi? On the bridge or in the chapel?"

Fanluosi grabbed a deputy and asked; the deputy, too busy to stop moving, was about to scold when he saw that the person before him was Fanluosi, and also…

radiating red light.

The deputy's face froze, he stared blankly at Fanluosi, then quickly hid his odd expression and bowed respectfully:

"Lord Xisi is on the bridge; many officials from nearby planets have rushed to pay audience, and it is said that envoys from Terra's High Lord Council have arrived, bringing Terra government's loyalty certification."

The deputy quickly relayed the information he knew to Fanluosi, who instantly digested the news, then, without time to wipe the blood from his body, strode toward the bridge.

Only that Fanluosi's body awash in red light was blinding, attracting countless gazes along the way.

Until he reached Xisi's bridge, where officials outside the door were bewildered waiting for Xisi, he walked straight through the crowd.

These officials not only brought massive supplies, but also many who directly led warships and troops in response to Xisi.

Although Xisi had been issuing calls for a long time, few responded; now this proactive stance is not due to sudden enlightenment or fear of Xisi cleaning them up.

But because when Xisi truly brought the ancient legions out, they finally felt there was still hope to go to Terra.

And as long as there is hope, Imperial troops responding to Xisi multiplied instantly.

This is also why Xisi allowed these officials to appear outside his bridge.

These messages, once Fanluosi appeared on the deck and were detected by Aolake, were transmitted to Fanluosi in full via a Servo Skull.

At the same time, Aolake, with inexplicable anxiety, kept urging Fanluosi to hurry to the bridge.

Thus, facing these officials, Fanluosi truly had no desire to engage, especially after having smashed them into watermelon juice just hours earlier.

So when Fanluosi appeared on the bridge, Xisi saw Terrifying Old Two also beginning to bestow Blessings on his people, and couldn't help muttering under his breath that these evil gods were truly ruthless in poaching people.

Then he turned back, and, faced with Daiweiluo's futile pleading, spoke resolutely:

"I said, we won't go to Terra first."

"Wait until the supplies are complete; all fleets must turn."

"I will go to the Great Vortex again!"

Everyone frowned helplessly; the newly arrived Fanluosi stared blankly, then, looking out the porthole at the sufficiently massive fleet, couldn't help inhaling a cold breath at his lord's appetite.

Is it to attack Xiulun?

No!

It's to take the Red Pirates along as well, then bring the three human forces—Chaos, the Empire, and the Pirates—together......

Together 'return' to Terra!