Chapter 156: This Brigade Is Quite Unlucky

Fresh blood, wailing cries, humanity's battle roar full of glory.

All of this vanished as the projection was stomped to pieces by some Astat.

In an unnamed star system far from Xisi, a similarly massive vessel was surrounded by an exceedingly rare, enormous fleet far exceeding the usual scale of the spirit race.

And now, inside that huge ark at the void core where the fleet drifted slowly,

Yifuleini stood pale‑faced in place, staring fixedly at the projection that no longer sent any image.

Around him were the high‑ranking officers of the Death God army, who, though absent from the projection, had still watched the entire process.

At that moment, no one had time to show any dissatisfaction with Yifuleini's earlier decision.

They merely recalled the scene, feeling sorry for their own troops while dry‑swallowing.

Why the dry swallow?

Because behind Xisi lay a spray of slaughtered, splattered corpse blood, and the Divine Light on his body was powdery, about to turn red, tm.

Before the projection shattered, Xisi's cold glance at them made them not only terrified of the human called Xisi, but also terrified of the evil god who had poured enough Blessing to finally, like the Emperor, survey the world through Xisi's eyes.

The gaze that drifted from Xisi was not only his coldness but also the Color Devil's grim smile.

Of course, that grim smile, in the final instant as the image vanished, turned toward Xisi into a flushed eagerness, born from being wildly fed.

The room was silent, while outside, spirit warriors continued dutifully holding their posts, the cruising warships cutting through the void with engine light.

In the room's silence, after an uncertain amount of time, a spirit clown tentatively spoke:

"Shall we…"

"Send someone to make overtures?"

The silence was broken, everyone looked up at Yifuleini, who still wore the daze from Xisi's glance, and after everyone stared for a while, she finally forced herself to regain composure.

"It can…"

"But do not send the spirit race."

Yifuleini whispered without raising her head, and even after speaking, though exhausted to the limit, forced herself to add another sentence.

Because sending the spirit race, they were genuinely afraid that Xisi, before the other side could speak, would again serve them as a snack to the Color Devil.

Everyone nodded in strong approval, and the most seasoned Ark Lord even turned around to handle it.

But before leaving, the Ark Lord seemed to recall something and suddenly halted.

"Then how shall we make overtures?"

We can't make overtures empty‑handed, can we?

Everyone looked back at Yifuleini, since the earlier projection had shown that even sending Yifuleini herself might not compel Xisi to act against the Empire's interests.

To move Xisi, one must present genuine sincerity.

Yifuleini, now much recovered, faced the subordinate's questioning gaze, thought briefly, and raised their head again.

"Coordinates."

Coordinates?

The crowd froze, instinctively thinking Yifuleini was about to send the spirit race's coordinates to Xisi.

But they quickly realized that was impossible; they were merely curious about what coordinates Yifuleini meant.

When Yifuleini produced a piece of technology clearly distinct from the spirit race's, opened it, and watched the projected star map continuously mark light points, the crowd finally understood, and, without any guilt, nodded approvingly.

Xisi doesn't just strike the spirit race; in fact, compared to the spirit race that only meddles behind the scenes, Xisi beats most of the inescapable Dead Spirit Dynasty the hardest.

And as someone who briefly cooperated with the Dead Spirits, Yifuleini's presented coordinates were a piece of data, source unknown, covering the entire Solar Star Region's Dead Spirit coordinates.

Alien Form allies?

Aren't they just for sale?

Edge of the Solar Star Region.

The newly awakened Dead Spirit Dynasty beneath their feet, its overlord stared at the sky‑filled Empire Fleet above, baffled how, despite hiding so well, these Monkeys had discovered them!

Moreover, these Monkeys not only disrespected the old man who was merely sleeping at home, but also blasted him awake, clearly preparing to clash.

And then the even more puzzling question: why these Monkeys didn't kill him while he slept, but waited until he revived the entire dynasty to fight.

The Dead Spirit Overlord could only watch wave after wave of human soldiers pulverize his Dead Spirit army into debris!

Meanwhile, as ground combat raged, inside Aolake, Xisi walked atop the serene, spacious cathedral, frowning as he surveyed the window's view of the PoLi Galaxy, which showed no A-space Fluctuation whatsoever, completely normal.

Xisi's frown stemmed from the fact that the starry sky here had Subspace Energy so low that even the few eyes behind him had completely vanished.

It seemed some inexplicable presence used its unrivaled shadow to block the link between Subspace and the real universe.

"Insect Nest Will…"

Xisi stopped, gazing at the quiet galaxy outside the port window, and then, as a spirit‑energy user naturally repelled by the Insect Nest's shadow, felt an inexplicable irritation deep within.

The door behind him opened amid his irritation.

Fanluosi stood in the doorway; having already received Xisi's orders, he did not waste time with a respectful bow, but entered directly.

"Still no star‑language communications from the local sector."

Fanluosi frowned, noting that the Insect Tide Will not only isolates Subspace but also blocks the star‑language court that relies on Subspace for communication.

In other words, while Xisi was single‑mindedly rushing to aid Terra, upon reaching the doorway they discovered that the entire Solar Star Region had no information to give, and they didn't even know where to lead the army they had painstakingly rallied.

Because Terra sent an emergency, the emergency concerned the whole Solar Star Region, not that the Insect Tide had already struck Terra directly.

Xisi's brows furrowed tighter at the words, about to dismiss Fanluosi, but after speaking, Fanluosi instead produced a projection and inserted an ancient magnetic disk.

Although ultra‑long‑range communication relies on the star‑language court's dream‑relay, if the distance isn't vast, humans still extensively use radio.

At that moment, amid Xisi's astonishment, Fanluosi released a vague image sourced from radio.

The image showed a planet still holding its ground, with a massive transport cavity sprouting from a bio‑ship's body and drilling into the earth.

In the distance, a Nest City was under relentless artillery fire, fiercely repelling the Insect Tide's onslaught.

Even within the fuzzy footage, one could vaguely see an Astat cooperating closely with Fanluosi's soldiers.

Not only do mortal soldiers sacrifice themselves for Astarte, we can even see Astarte providing a rear guard for mortals.

"There are still humans here; we can obtain urgently needed intelligence!"

Xisi looked at the projection and spoke immediately, while Fanluosi also stared at the screen, frowning and shaking his head.

Then the projection zoomed out; in planetary orbit, a fleet of bio‑ships whose numbers were not fewer than Xisi's Grand Expedition Fleet could be seen.

Xisi was stunned, and Fanluosi said helplessly:

"Sir, the cost of rescuing them far exceeds the returns we could obtain."

The senior officers of the fleet, quietly waiting in the surrounding stillness, also cast approving glances.

For such a tiny handful of human survivors, there is really no need to sacrifice our precious combat power.

Xiulun, adhering to pure pragmatism, quietly spoke:

"We could launch Whirlwind Torpedoes; they would both ease their suffering and greatly deplete the Tyran numbers."

The crowd, hearing this, showed even more approving looks; Xisi, watching his subordinates' attitudes and seriously considering that this truly is the most reasonable choice, silently nodded.

Sacrifice is the cornerstone of the Empire; when Kaerjia not only sent Xisi to jump and assist Abadon, but also personally acted as a live target, Xisi already knew.

Xiulun, after seeing Xisi nod and bow respectfully, turned to prepare execution, and Xisi, not wanting to watch the projection any longer, prepared to have Fanluosi turn it off.

However, among the waiting crowd in the corner of the room, a slight complaint about a nearby companion suddenly interrupted Xisi's action.

"It's actually this brigade?"

"Sigh, they've always had bad luck."

This brigade? Bad luck?

Xisi always felt he'd heard that phrase before, looked up again at the projection, and then, under Xisi's furrowed brow and squinting, a lone yellow figure that had plunged into the sea of insects beneath the city to secure a chance of survival for the mortals behind him suddenly ignited the fire in Xisi's eyes!

"The Lamenter?!"