Chapter 174: Shouting: For Humanity, For Xisi

Not only Xiulun, Bai'er and the others, but also they noticed that the golden light on Xisi's body was becoming increasingly obvious.

Even Xisi himself sensed that something was amiss.

This power indeed came from Terra, and Xisi was certain that it originated from the Emperor.

But unlike before, beyond the solar system, the Divine Emperor's power had to pass through Subspace to bestow Blessing upon oneself.

Now Xisi knows clearly that this power is not even a deliberate Blessing from the Divine Emperor, but rather that Xisi is...

Too close!

So close that the Divine Emperor no longer needs to go through Subspace and can look at Xisi directly in the real universe.

Even the golden light spreading on his own body, though still faint, can be slightly manipulated by Xisi's hand, and he can feel that this divine power will never wane.

It is, in the truest sense, an endless power from the Divine Emperor.

"Could it be that upon reaching Terra..."

"I can obtain a hundred percent Blessing from the Divine Emperor?"

Gazing at the ever‑spreading golden light beneath him, Xisi lightly clenched his fist and seized the glow.

Aolake flawlessly carried out Xisi's order, the entire warship bearing the endless Terran siege, steadfastly sailing toward distant Terra.

As the warship's tremors grew more frequent and as they drew nearer to Terra, the golden light on Xisi's body became ever more pronounced.

So evident that even Tula Zhen, who had kept his distance, had to stare at Xisi ahead, then stare again at distant Terra.

Although their appearances differ, Tula Zhen, who had been pushing from 30K to 40K, reluctant at heart to admit it, could not deny that the Xisi, glowing with golden light on the Bridge of the Dream Illusion Vessel, indeed possessed a hint of...

the momentum of the Divine Emperor's Grand Expedition.

Thinking of this, Tula Zhen bowed his head in some panic, feeling that his thought was highly disrespectful.

Yet the very mind he had just buried could not help but cautiously glance toward the Xisi ahead, continuously receiving the Divine Emperor's Blessing.

Then Tula Zhen suddenly realized that Xisi's remark about reaching Terra first, perhaps, was not only Xisi's thought but also the thought of the Golden Throne at this moment.

A massive fleet trailed closely behind Aolake, who employed all his skill to continuously blast the endlessly arriving bio‑ships around him into fragments.

But even with Aolake's firepower at full, the Terran bio‑ships ahead truly had no match.

Yet the massive Empire fleet surrounding and behind them was not so fortunate!

A Cobra-class destroyer near Aolake was engulfed by bio‑cannonballs, and, accompanied by a violent self‑detonation, began to disintegrate.

Among the wreckage adorned with the Battle Nun Order's motifs were countless corpses of Battle Nuns clad in combat‑assist armor, their faces preserving the final blaze of fervent devotion before death.

Then, under the gaze of the surrounding Empire warships, those corpses together with the warship were hauled away by smaller, battlefield‑shuttling bio‑ships, heading toward Jupiter to be dumped en masse.

A few Battle Nun warships nearby, seeing this, angrily launched an attack; unable to rescue, they instead used intense fire to incinerate their sisters' remains, trying to prevent this tragic end.

Xisi silently cast a glance and then withdrew his gaze; under the careful watch of those around him, he did his utmost to fulfill his duties.

Aside from remaining composed, Xisi displayed no superfluous emotions.

He didn't even signal Aolake to deploy a close‑range cannon for support, leaving this group of devout Battle Nuns with a relatively 'pleasant' afterlife.

At least don't let them, in a few days, become the chitin of some bio‑ship's hull.

Xisi remained unresponsive, still silently seated on the Mechanical Throne of the Bridge, his gaze fixed steadfastly on Terra, showing no extra reaction.

The crew on the Bridge witnessed this, silently turning back to continue their tasks, while the fleet bearing the Terran siege, forcing its way into Terra, inexplicably accelerated by a few knots.

Even the Battle Nun warship, eager to avenge its sisters, gritted its teeth and kept close behind Aolake.

Xisi's intention, besides telling his subordinates that Terra is the primary and sole objective, also stemmed from the fact that on this vast battlefield, even the Empire fleet's scale had swelled to thousands in chaotic melee.

Xisi truly did not deploy a close‑range cannon to grant these Battle Nuns a final dignified necessity.

Because if Xisi were to fire a cannon to give the Battle Nuns dignity, then elsewhere there would be Astat or Imperial Navy casualties who would not receive such dignity.

Aolake pressed on with all his might, advancing continuously.

Although the Bridge crew were surrounded by bio‑ships and could not see the distant situation, they watched the increasingly bright golden light on Xisi and knew Terra was drawing ever nearer.

Behind them, scenes of reinforcement fleets exploding kept arriving; though sound cannot travel through the void, the clatter of countless warship fragments striking hulls still reached everyone's ears.

If even Aolake cannot fully block the ferocious onslaught, how could this group of ordinary warships behind him possibly do so?

"Our losses are growing larger..."

Watching the endless roar from outside and the successive frantic self‑detonations over the Communicator.

This time, even Tula Zhen, who only cares about the Divine Emperor, couldn't help but frown and speak.

Facing the steadfast Throne ahead, with his golden light soaring higher, Xisi finally showed a hint of genuine respect.

At that moment, while speaking, Tula Zhen, facing Xisi, lowered his head slightly without even realizing it.

Xisi still tried to stay as calm as possible, not looking around, but turning his back to Tula Zhen, he said calmly:

"They already knew their fate before they set out."

After speaking, Tula Zhen felt a bit awkward and wanted to shut up, while Xisi, having just finished his sentence, suddenly turned his head.

The Bridge crew, constantly monitoring Xisi, froze for an instant; Xisi did not look at the fleet commander Fanluosi, but at Xiulun.

"You may go to the deck now."

Half‑retreating, Tula Zhen was puzzled; Fanluosi and the others were stunned, then their faces flushed hotly.

At this moment, the golden light on Xisi surged to near parity with a Divine Emperor possession; not only were the surrounding fervent believers' faces flushed bright red, but even Tula Zhen felt an inexplicable stirring in his heart.

Although everyone knows Xisi is not the Divine Emperor, what does that matter?

If the Divine Emperor's power truly can walk the world, is there any more exhilarating inspiration for the dying Empire?

Xiulun, after a brief daze, said nothing, and, amid Tula Zhen's confusion, pounded his chest and left.

Soon, one side of the Bridge's screens switched entirely to the decks of various warships.

Beyond the screens, Terra gradually emerged into view.

These warships were firmly shielded by outer warships; even though losses outside neared four figures, these vessels sustained barely any damage.

Under Tula Zhen's widening gaze, the multi‑layer decks of these warships slowly lowered their shields, revealing inside countless formations of Astat.

Knight Mechs, armored vehicles, even the Titan Legion—these behemoths towered within the Astat formation.

Beyond these elite forces lay the boundless, and even now the Mortal Legion kept pouring out endlessly from within the ships.

Only by looking at the insignia on the legion's shoulder pads did we finally understand why Kiriman and the High Lord's evasive Turazhen could only watch helplessly as those former "enemies" all turned their gaze toward the Camera.

To be precise, it was Xisi behind the Camera, staring at them.

Having accepted the War Brigade and assimilated the Great Vortex pirates.

After ten thousand years, the Ancient Legion finally managed to roughly restore its former organization.

At this very moment, the mighty Ancient Legion, fully crewed, stood on the deck, looking toward Xisi behind the Camera.

Then Turazhen swallowed hard, a fine layer of cold sweat forming on his forehead.

Xiulun's figure appeared on the deck, with an ever more massive Terra looming behind.

Facing the ready-to-deploy Ancient Legion poised for a second war against Terra, Xiulun turned his back to Terra and raised his arm, shouting:

"Today, we do not shout for the Empire, for the Emperor."

"Today, we shout for humanity, for Xisi!"

"Terra is beneath our feet!"

"All troops, air‑drop!!!"