Chapter 175: What Is a Dreamship's Dive Into the Atmosphere?

The barrage weaves dozens of layers of fire nets across the sky.

The night, illuminated by the flames, is instantly covered by a veil of orange‑yellow light.

Then a bio‑ship, its body shattered and splattered by explosions, howls and forcefully crashes into the ground.

Along with it, dense spore pods follow his intrusion, and endless orbit‑dropped cargoes rain down like a storm!

"Asitate!"

"Asitate, from the heavens to the ground!"

The high walls of the Nest Cities that Terra still steadfastly holds, and Fanluosi soldiers, staring at the unprecedented spectacle, point in horror toward the world beyond the walls.

Amid the roar of cannon fire across the sky, he shouts wildly at the comrades beside him.

Not far away, an anti‑aircraft gun aimed straight at the sky spins madly, unsure whom to fire at.

"The ancient warship retreated; that beast didn't dare to engage us up close!"

On the Aolake Bridge, Fanluosi stands before the scanner and shouts angrily.

The great battle officially begins, and Xisi finally has no need to sit on the Mechanical Throne to keep up a 'calm' for outsiders.

He also straightens his body, eyes wide, watching the Terra beneath his feet.

Meteors blaze like fire, giant beasts smash the sky.

Not only does Xisi deploy massive legions onto the ground, but the Terrans also crazily slam people onto Terra.

They even, to break through anti‑air fire, use severely wounded bio‑ships as shields, forcefully slam them into the surface, and after landing they become stored biomass, transformed into endless Terran ground war beasts.

Under Asitate's meteors now is a frenzied chitinous surge.

"Yes! I am Tulazhen!"

"Repeat again: any human, regardless of legion, is treated as an ally!"

"What? Traitor?"

"That's just your eyes playing tricks!!!"

Xisi looks at the ground beneath him, and beside the Communicator on the other side, Tulazhen strains to loudly issue commands amid the sky‑full cannon fire.

After angrily berating the ground troops, Tulazhen slams the Communicator down, turns, and briskly leads several Forbidden Army members toward Xisi.

"Sir, I must head to the Imperial Palace at once, or the garrison may end up fighting your... legion...!"

Tulazhen clutches his helmet, hurries from the Communicator to Xisi's side, his face showing great anxiety.

Xisi doesn't need to look; just by hearing the earlier transmission he knows the ground garrison would find it hard to accept the long‑awaited reinforcements, which happen to be the old Baishou Legion.

"Fanluosi, prepare a cloud ship for Tulazhen and assign two squadrons of fighter escorts."

Xisi doesn't turn his head, watching the external battle while speaking to Fanluosi.

Hearing that Xisi still isn't preparing to go to the surface, Tulazhen hesitates.

After all, they are standing on Terra's Orbit; if Tulazhen didn't know the figure before him was still Xisi—

Just seeing the golden aura around him, claiming the Divine Emperor himself is present, no one would doubt it.

Xisi also knows Tulazhen wants him to reach the surface quickly to meet the Divine Emperor, but watching that sly ancient warship in the distance seems to be waiting for him to leave Aolake.

Even around the ancient warship, endless bio‑cannonballs are no longer raining down, but are gathering, as if storing power for a sudden strike.

"I'll go down afterward."

Xisi watches the ancient warship with a helpless sense of being unable to hit it; Tulazhen also eyes the warship hungrily, realizing it's not the right moment, and withdraws his urging.

Tulazhen steps back half a pace, bows slightly toward Xisi respectfully, then instead of leaving points directly at the Black Gold 101 patrolling around the Bridge.

"I would also like to humbly ask, sir, to deploy your Black Gold Forbidden Army to the Imperial Palace."

"I fear the Norn emissaries of the Sacred Star might be dropped into the Imperial Palace."

Tulazhen says this with some hesitation, because to him it sounds like pulling guard forces away and leaving Xisi in danger.

After speaking, he even worries Xisi might overthink, wanting to explain:

"Mainly because most of the palace guard are out, and now......"

"Fine, I will also station the 101 at the palace."

Before Tulazhen finishes, Xisi already speaks up.

Even his eyes stare fixedly at the ancient warship, showing no concern for what Tulazhen sees as weakening his own protection.

Such blunt honesty even makes Tulazhen a little embarrassed.

"Then, sir, your protection......?"

Tulazhen whispers the reminder, and hearing that, and seeing Tulazhen waste so much time, Xisi finally frowns and withdraws his gaze.

At the same time, all his attention remains on the ancient warship as he half‑heartedly replies to Tulazhen.

"Protection? Who? Me?"

"Not needed."

Xisi frowns, responding quickly and somewhat perfunctiously; Tulazhen stares blankly at the indifferent Xisi, then glances at Fanluosi and others nearby who show no concern for Xisi's safety, and suddenly begins to realize.

He then, with a hint of insecurity, carefully assesses Xisi.

"Looking at everyone's reactions, I can't help feeling......"

"The best fighter here is Xisi?!"

Tulazhen remains puzzled even as he boards the cloud ship arranged by Fanluosi.

Only after the Yunxuji carrying the Forbidden Army and the 101 departs, escorted by four squadrons of fighters to the surface, does he slightly regain composure.

Then, watching the silent 101 beside him and the Forbidden Army cramped together in the cabin, Tulazhen is speechless about the extra two escort fighter squadrons.

Xisi only asked for two squadrons, but Fanluosi doubled it outright.

And as Tulazhen watches the silent 101, he realizes that the extra two squadrons aren't the point; even the original two were Fanluosi's way of pampering his own 101, not truly protecting the Forbidden Army that guards the Emperor well.

On the Bridge, Fanluosi returns; Xisi stands before a projection, watching the footage Xiulun sends from the ground.

Xiulun stands in the frame; far behind him, under a dark sky reddened by firelight, several rows of massive Titans—creatures that crush the ground, gripping and rolling up the knight Mech—are being besieged by a squadron of fighters bearing Tairen Stone Gargoyles that have gathered into a black cloud, making a desperate charge, finally turning into flames that roll and crash to the ground, scattering dense chitin fragments that briefly illuminate the surroundings.

A nearby squad of Fan soldiers rushes past behind Xiulun; farther away, on a field of rubble, several members of Astarte stand on a height, crazily firing their Explosive Guns down at the ground.

From the scattered fragments, the raging chitin torrent is just a few dozen meters from Xiulun.

"I don't want your casualty figures."

"I only want Terra!"

Xisi, slightly displeased, scolds Xiulun and then, while Xiulun's face is flushed and stiff, turns off the projection.

He then looks again at the Ancient Ship still hidden behind the bio‑ship fleet, gritting his back molars.

"Shall we prepare an assault fleet?"

Fanluosi speaks cautiously, while Xisi clenches his teeth and watches the Ancient Ship tucked behind for a while before finally withdrawing his gaze.

He doesn't dare to leave Aolake like that, lest the Ancient Ship go all‑in and recklessly attack the flagship he has finally managed to locate.

But the ferocity of the ground battle far exceeds his expectations.

"Xiulun didn't advance as planned; Terra's support firepower is many times weaker than what Tula Zhen promised!"

Xisi temporarily ignores the Ancient Ship, recounting the transmission Xiulun just sent; Fanluosi watches the surface battle, where the ground has essentially become a vast white chitin ocean.

At this moment, the troops airdropped onto the field are like isolated islands, covered by the white expanse.

"Then... should we... use some high‑power ground 'support' weapons?"

Fanluosi hesitates for a while before speaking again, and Xisi glances at Fanluosi, also barely holding back.

A Judge actually suggested using an 'extermination weapon' on Terra!

After all, besides extermination weapons, what other high‑power ground‑support weapons does the Empire have?

Xisi thinks seriously for a moment, then shakes his head, casts one last glance at the distant Ancient Ship, and finally focuses all his attention on the surface:

"No need."

"We still have an option that can provide fire support to the ground."

After speaking, Xisi turns and sits back on the Mechanical Throne; seeing Xisi about to command Aolake again, Fanluosi, who had just thought his idea was somewhat disloyal, freezes on the spot.

For some reason, he recalls the day they fought for the Green Skin Crown, when Xisi seemed to have used this 'choice.'

A moment later, Tula Zhen, who had just arrived at the palace, hasn't had time to catch his breath.

A ground Star Realm Army officer rushes over; Tula Zhen looks puzzled, grabs the report, scans it quickly, then his eyes widen:

"What does it mean the Dream Illusion Vessel is breaching the atmosphere?!"