Chapter 181: The Closer I Get to Terra, the More I Panic

"How much longer until Abadon?"

"At most half a Terra Time."

Xisi looked at Aolake pointing the direction; in the distant depths of the void, Abadon was about to surge from there into the real universe.

Having confirmed the time, Xisi turned his head back to what lay before him: in the distance, the ancient ship bearing the will of the Terran tendrils was straining to flee with all its might.

"Half an hour is enough to wipe out the Terrans."

Xisi spoke, then turned and teleported, appearing in front of the ancient ship that had been running for half a day.

The ancient ship, which had been continuously accelerating itself toward sub-light speed, stared at the suddenly appearing "sun" before it; all its deceleration mechanisms instantly activated, and its massive body hurriedly veered to the side.

Even though it was surrounded by golden light, Xisi standing before the ancient ship was minuscule to the extreme.

At this moment, all targeting devices on the ground activated, fixating on the void's transmitted image, allowing everyone to witness this awkward scene.

A gigantic stellar beast was actually forced to detour by a human no larger than its own cells—!

Unlike ordinary biological ships, the ancient ship serves as the core of the tendrils, and the Terrans would not casually discard it as a mere biological vessel.

And when an entity's importance reaches a certain level, even the Terrans exhibit a reaction akin to "fear".

At least to the humans on the ground, the Terrans that were suffocating humans actually...

They're scared!

They truly are scared; even Tula Zhen, watching the exclusive big screen, wore a deadpan expression, unable to mock.

The ancient ship showed no expression, yet its movements and reactions, from any angle, displayed terror toward Xisi.

Then, just as everyone thought the ancient ship would change direction and keep fleeing, a massive flash of golden light flickered beside Xisi, and Aolake, using divine power, teleported to the opposite side where the ancient ship was preparing to run!

It was teleportation, not a Leap.

Although the final outcome was the same, the implication behind it was entirely different.

On the ground, the National Church members had just placed the urgently carved statue of Xisi on the incense platform, then, after staring at the overhead screen for a long moment, they clenched their teeth and grabbed the carving tools to resume turning.

Got it~

They also have to equip Lord Sisi's carriage with a deity statue.

Tula Zhen suddenly sat up straight, his eyes—along with the many eyes of the imperial guards behind him—staring blankly at the scene on the screen.

No, it's a battleship! Or a massive flagship like Aolake.

It can also teleport?!

Tula Zhen kept pondering this image, his expression turning only stranger when thinking about the upcoming fleet battle involving Aolake.

"Can you imagine?"

The enemy forces spread out, about to engage Aolake in a fierce duel.

But then they suddenly realized that the massive ship not only refused to stay put under concentrated fire, but kept "sideways hopping" around them.

When the cannon pointed left, Aolake jumped to the right; when the cannon pointed right, Aolake leapt to the left.

Just imagining that scene, Tula Zhen felt a shiver down his scalp at the thought of enemy troops having to face Aolake.

Then he snapped back to reality, frantically reminding himself deep down that they were allies, while pitifully glancing toward the direction where Abadon would soon appear.

At the same time, he was curious about Abadon's reaction after emerging.

Soon, the surrounding people's exclamations pulled Tula Zhen's attention away from Abadon.

He hurriedly refocused on the exclusive big screen before him; beneath the frantic worship of the National Church at his feet, Aolake, which should have already fired its ammunition, was wildly spewing brilliant golden rays from the ancient ship's completely immobilized body!

The Macro Cannon array continued firing, but what it launched were no longer physical cannonballs, but dazzling Divine Light!

These Divine Lights striking the ancient ship's hull directly ripped up large sheets of chitin fragments, their power surpassing that of the Macro Cannons.

Moreover, Tula Zhen kept a sharper eye than those below who were busy worshipping.

He widened his eyes and scanned carefully, indeed discovering that some Macro Cannons not only emitted Divine Light but also carried holy light within cannonballs.

When a cannonball combined with Divine Light, that single shot pierced straight through the massive body of the ancient ship.

Under this almost unreasonable firepower, Tula Zhen and everyone on Terra saw the distant Terran war beast standing silently in place, then gazing at Xisi and Aolake, its chest rising and falling silently as if sighing...

But Tula Zhen's face showed contempt for this scene, and he couldn't help to mock:

"What's so speechless about this?"

"After all, compared to you, who have no soul, it's the A-space Demons who should be sighing, right?"

And thinking of the A-space Demons following Washituoer, ready to devour the real universe again, about to face this Holy Ship that gives extra boost against demons, Tula Zhen's gaze, while pitiful, also carried a hint of compassion.

For the A-space Demons, this is like a whip dipped in chili—the more it snaps, the stronger it gets!

Whether it's because Tula Zhen has seen too many sights, or because the Terrans' emotions have already been transmitted through the wormnest shadows, nobody knows.

At this moment, as it prepares to leave the Subspace lane, the massive Longlin Star, leading a huge fleet, is rapidly approaching Terra.

Within Longlin Star, they finally managed to cobble together an ancient artifact, and used it to recruit Abadon with a massive Rebel Forces fleet, but his face gradually lost the earlier anticipation of "beating" Xisi.

He just stared blankly at the countdown drawing nearer, his bald forehead creasing into a "mountain range".

Then, facing Washituoer's surprise, Abadon reached out and vigorously rubbed his smooth forehead.

"I don't know why."

"The closer I get to Terra,"

"the more anxious I become!"

Abadon, anxious and restless, while Washituoer, seeing Abadon's forehead actually able to crease, looked wordlessly toward Terra.

Abadon's forehead, smooth for tens of thousands of years, now bore wrinkles from Xisi!

The once smooth, reflective forehead was no longer translucent!

Washituoer couldn't sense Abadon's anxiety; his senses were being shrouded by the wormnest shadows, and he merely offered a grudging "comfort" to his ally.

"Our plan has already succeeded; as long as we use it properly, relying on the ancient artifact, Xisi will soon become a thing of the past."

Washituoer spoke, but his tone could hardly be called friendly.

Abadon reaches out, flicks the cold sweat from his forehead, takes a deep breath and tries to steady his mind.

Abadon casts one last glance at the artifact that has fully merged into Longlin Star, and finally regains some emotion.

"Right, we have an ancient artifact; we aren't afraid."

Abadon doesn't know whether he's responding to Washituoer or cheering himself on; after he finishes the sentence, Longlin Star finally bursts out of Subspace.

Abadon grits his teeth, stands upright, about to address the massive fleet he recruited, when the first scene his eyes see is an ancient ship in the distance being hammered onto the ground by a sun.

Abadon's words that part his mouth instantly turn into a shrill quack:

"Divine Emperor?!"

"It rose?!!!"