Chapter 187: We

Planetary surface.

There is no boundless 40K Nest City, and no 40K agricultural smog filled with factories and chemicals.

Walking through the endless sea of wheat, blue sky and white clouds overhead, a gentle wind brushes by, stirring the rolling wheat waves.

Hoo—

He closes his eyes and deliberately takes a deep breath of fresh air; Xisi, who has been stuck in the 40K shit pit for far too long, even feels reluctant to exhale.

Only after his whole body is washed by the fresh air does he slowly exhale.

Opening his eyes again, a sense of contentment appears on Xisi's face.

The entire pastoral scenery stretches out, with only a few 101 units standing quietly in the far distance, and then not far behind Xisi, silently following Fanluosi, Bai'er and others.

It is unclear whether they, too, have lingered in the shit pit too long, but at this moment, looking at the scene before them, they rarely show such contentment and reminiscence.

Compared with 40K, 30K is practically heaven.

After all, when Kiriman woke up and saw the "Intelligent Angel" that had transformed infants into mechanical white wings, and was declared by the National Church as a symbol of holy purity, Kiriman, who had lived in 30K all along, nearly collapsed outright.

In any case, the 30K Empire, in almost every aspect, surpasses the anthropomorphic 40K.

Even the somewhat mad Bai'er now looks at the surrounding fields, and his expression seems somewhat normal.

A sudden footstep shatters the current tranquility.

The heavy Taogang, combined with original forging, makes an even taller physique, adding a jarring element to this pastoral scene.

Fanluosi and Bai'er glance, see Xiulun, and slightly shift aside.

Xiulun also dares not get too close to disturb his master's elegance; keeping a distance of a dozen meters, he stops early and, from afar, beats his chest and bows:

"Master, the inquiry is out; the Great Rebellion has now been triggered, and the Thousand Son Original Body Magrus's 'psionic call' has reached Terra.

"Helusu altered the Emperor's order that demanded Magrus come to Terra for accountability, changing it to the extermination of the Thousand Son legion."

"Now the Wolf Pack Original Body Limanlus, leading the Space Wild Wolf legion, along with the Imperial Guard and the Silent Nuns, is rushing toward the Thousand Son homeworld."

Xiulun quickly speaks, hearing that Magrus's 'call' has already been sent; Fanluosi and Bai'er cannot help but frown.

Xisi's previously leisurely mood instantly vanishes.

Magrus's action was far more than merely making a call; upon discovering Helusu's rebellion, he hastily employed an A-space Evil Method to send a psionic transmission to the Emperor on Terra—the 'call' is merely a later colloquialism.

But this psionic transmission struck the Emperor's most critical project node directly.

The Emperor had originally intended to tackle the Net-Path technology left by the Ancient Saint, hoping to free humanity entirely from Subspace constraints and enable space navigation via Net-Path.

At the crucial moment, Magrus's alarm call arrived, not only derailing the Emperor's plan but also directly linking the Net-Path in the Solar System with Subspace, forcing the Emperor to sit upon the Golden Throne and personally suppress the A-space demons flooding the Net-Path.

Consequently, the vast majority of the Imperial Guard and Solar Auxiliary forces, among other ultimate elites, were redeployed to fill the endless Net-Path war.

Otherwise, the Emperor's Net-Path would not only fail to free humanity from Subspace but would cause the Solar System to erupt completely, becoming a second Eye of Fear!

This is why the Emperor must sit on the Golden Throne.

Now, hearing that the Emperor has already taken the Golden Throne, Xisi and his men, who failed to catch up, immediately show a hint of regret on their faces.

But at the same time they let out a huge sigh of relief.

At least after fully exposing his own existence, the Emperor has no time to go after Xisi first.

Finally, Xisi glances at the boundless wheat waves stirred by the gentle wind, then turns and walks toward Xiulun and the others behind him.

Xiulun stands respectfully in place, and after Xisi approaches, slightly bows and hands over the freshly compiled report.

Xisi takes it, scans it quickly, grasps the gist, and passes the report to Fanluosi.

Fanluosi and Bai'er also hurriedly examine it; Xisi ponders, looks up at the solitary Aolake overhead, then says:

"We cannot let the Thousand Son be forced to rebel."

The 30K Great Rebellion has many regrets, but among the most lamentable is that the loyal Thousand Son was forcibly coerced into rebellion!

Fanluosi and Bai'er finish reading quickly; upon hearing this, they also glance at the Aolake above and cannot help but frown.

This gathering's A-space Demon legion is not a 1,000-man 40K battle group; this A-space Demon legion truly allows anyone with skill to unleash as many as they wish.

The most famous is Kiriman's Extreme Warrior, who killed 250,000 with his first foot and another 250,000 with his second.

No matter how long or disastrous the Great Rebellion lasted, Kiriman always has countless batches of 250,000.

Although the Wolf Pack is not a mass‑recruit A-space Demon, its combat power and stubborn nature make the Wolf Path a blade in the Emperor's hand specifically to counter other A-space Demons.

Beyond the Emperor, the Wolf Pack's genetic stubbornness makes them utterly incapable of accepting any outsider's explanation, nor will they allow you to explain.

Thus, when Xisi speaks now, not only Fanluosi and Xiulun, but even Bai'er furrows his brow deeply.

The Wolf Pack will not give you any chance for reasoning.

Probably Xisi's first foot, bearing Aolake, will appear, and his second foot will be surrounded and beaten to death by the Wolf Pack and the Imperial Guard coalition.

Xisi, of course, does not fear such a beating; though still wounded, Aolake has just completed Sanctification, so even if he cannot win, he can simply run away.

But with the Great Rebellion imminent, Xisi truly does not wish to further weaken the loyal faction's strength.

"No talk of reason; we speak physics."

Physics, you say?!

Fanluosi and the others are stunned for a moment, then quickly realize their master intends to subdue the Wolf Pack with force.

But after regaining composure, they look again at Aolake and can only bow their heads in silence.

Only Fanluosi forces himself to speak:

"Opposite us is the entire Space Wild Wolf legion; we have only a single ship—will we..."

Xisi now focuses entirely on the immediate situation; after speaking, he heads straight toward the nearby Yunxuji transport ships.

At the same time, his gaze turns to the newly assembled Harbinger beside the transport.

"We also have a legion."

We also have?

Where is it?

Fanluosi and the other two were startled, then followed Xisi's gaze toward the Yunxuji, and could only see the supplicant, after seeing Xisi cast his gaze at them, again devoutly kneeling and offering a salute.

At the same time, beneath the lowered helmets, a faint murmur of prayer recitation could be heard.

"Isn't the supplicant praying to a god?"

"Let Aolake scan the supplicant's prayers in Subspace; as long as they're prayers to a god, we'll go over and manifest!"

Fanluosi, Bai'er, Xiulun: "???"

What are they doing? Are they preparing to forcibly rebrand the instigator of the Great Rebellion as loyalists?

The others' faces were stunned, and as they followed Xisi's direction in thought, their expressions grew even stranger.

When they imagined that after Helusu finally arrived at Terra, he would look up to see Luojia leading the supplicant standing on Terra's surface, then raising his head to face Helusu directly, the crowd didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Helusu: You caused the Great Rebellion, why are you running to the opposite side?

Luojia: Didn't expect that, huh? Grandpa jumped back again!!!