Chapter 189: He Wants a Fight—Can You Endure It?

Deep within the altar.

After finishing his speech, Aieribas returned to his inner chamber.

In the dead‑silent room with no windows, Aieribas shut the door, completely cutting off all light, then stared at the unresponsive Chaos altar bathed in the faint candlelight, his gaze filled with great displeasure.

There was no anxiety or anger, just the simple irritation of a failed sabotage.

Then, after looking at the Chaos altar, he remained silent for a moment, lit another incense stick, and dragged a terrified mortal, whose mouth and nose were completely sealed, out of the darkness.

Sharp blades, fresh blood, terrifying eyes.

Blood vapors drifted with the incense toward the altar; Aieribas closed his eyes in prayer, muttering continuously, reporting Xisi's condition to the Chaos deities.

But as Aieribas kept murmuring, the incense entwined with the blood vapors shot straight through the Chaos Eight-Point Star and out beyond the altar.

"Why can't the news about this person get through?"

Aieribas opened his eyes again, his brows furrowing deeply as he stared at the unresponsive altar.

He naturally didn't know what ancient artifact Abadon and Washituoer had created, an artifact that was now preventing Xisi from making excessive contact with this world.

Aieribas could only ruminate according to his understanding, and cold sweat began to bead on his forehead.

"The Four Gods are all blocked."

"He..."

"Truly a god?!"

At this moment Aieribas could only think of these things, and as he did, his expression finally showed panic for the first time.

The thought that he might truly be standing opposite the human god made even Aieribas involuntarily fluster.

In fact, as a top‑tier relic from the era of the Ancient Saint and Star God, the ancient artifact was indeed exceptionally powerful in correcting space‑time.

Back then on Longlin Star, the dark angels desperately sought why their homeworld had been destroyed; their relentless pursuit revealed it was due to Abadon and Washituoer's ancient artifact.

Thus the dark angels chased on; had Xisi not intervened, the Battle of Longlin Star would have required them to personally travel from 40K through the tunnel and destroy their own homeworld to prevent half of the rebel dark angels from slipping into 40K.

In other words, the dark angels' pursuit caused their homeworld's destruction, and the 30K dark angels inherited this mystery, continuing the endless time‑space loop.

Although the dark angels made many attempts, each was forcibly reverted to the original closed loop by the artifact's mighty space‑time correction.

Now that power completely envelops Xisi.

Nevertheless, these facts were too unfamiliar and unexpected for Aieribas; he could only watch the incense fade, the silent lightless darkness around him, smell the blood vapors in his nose, and grow increasingly terrified.

Meanwhile, in some other star system.

On the ground, countless believers shouted the name 'Xisi' with fervor, continuously joining the ever‑growing fleet in orbit.

After entering space, they impatiently set course for Aolake to make a pilgrimage.

Within Aolake at that moment.

【9】 One transport, Yunxuji, after another, docked steadily on the deck, and from them emerged countless believers who had shed their Power Armor, bare‑chested and bearing thorns, voluntarily tormenting their flesh as penance.

Ship after ship Yunxuji steadily docked on the deck, and then from within walked out a large number of penitents who had removed their Power Armor, bare-chested, bearing thorns, voluntarily torturing their own flesh as penance.

These believers thought they had been deceived by Aieribas before, causing them to worship the wrong true god.

Therefore, at this moment they sought an even more fervent stance to prove their devotion to Xisi.

Their method was to walk barefoot across the entire Holy Ship while remaining in a state of continual suffering.

Only the surrounding crew, watching the believers' expressions as they walked, could not associate them with the word 'penance' at all.

Because, amid the forced propagation of Empire truth, the suppressed believers, from the moment they entered Aolake, felt they had arrived at their dreamed holy land.

The ships were filled with statues, openly preaching priests, and even warships whose tops had been transformed into soaring cathedrals.

These made the believers, who never even imagined such things, feel as if they had arrived at their dream vessel.

What delighted the believers even more was the constant noble divinity radiating from the Holy Ship.

To other A-space Demons, the holy light emitted inside Aolake's ships was a scorching, poisonous sun that burned their bodies.

But for humans, it was a holy light that cleansed both flesh and soul.

Even under the gaze of many believers, some who had fallen deeper into Chaos began to see the mutations on their bodies slowly heal.

Such seemingly miraculous scenes further fueled the believers' fervor for Xisi.

After all, compared to the painful mutations that come from worshipping a dark god, it was better to believe in a human true god who could restore one to normal.

Seeing the terrified 30K believers beneath the towering cathedral, bowing before their own statues and the slowly rising faith, Xisi silently withdrew his gaze.

Then he looked at the repentant believer in his office, whose face was full of contrition.

"So, Aieribas, you want to discuss the Dao with me?"

Xisi swallowed the challenge letter that the former die‑hard loyalist Aieribas had rushed to send.

At this moment, the believer whom Aieribas trusted most and considered least likely to betray him presented Xisi with boundless reverence.

While recalling the many miracles he had witnessed after entering Aolake, he felt he had grievously wronged Xisi.

"Right!"

"But Aieribas isn't sincere in discussing the Dao; he merely intends to lure the true god over and then summon an A-space Demon to behead the true god."

The believer, reporting the faith, blurted out Aieribas's entire plan; his face was full of anxiety, even a hint of panic.

He feared that his true god might suffer any harm because of his involvement.

But after he finished, Xisi hadn't even had time to smile; instead, Fanluosi and the others beside him couldn't help but burst into laughter.

A-space Demon? Decapitation? The god‑filled Xisi?

Fanluosi could only imagine those A-space Demons, incited by Aieribas, excitedly preparing to feast on the mortal world with their immortal, indestructible bodies.

Only to crash head‑first into Xisi and Aolake's anti‑demon strike, meeting a truly horrific death, which made them want to laugh.

As for the decapitation…

After all, every tactic in this cursed galaxy ultimately circles back to decapitation, but watching Xisi, whose ears seemed about to be shredded by those two words, the crowd also lost any urge to keep teasing.

Only Xisi gave a slight smile, then decisively tapped the table:

"Fine, I'm going."

"Ah?!"

Aireibas's former loyalist looked up in surprise; he hadn't expected his true god to go even though he knew there was an ambush.

Around them, Fanluosi and the others were also a bit puzzled, for at this moment shouldn't they seize the time to keep courting the Huaiyanists, so that the team could go and stop the Thousand Son from being forced to rebel?

Only Xisi, watching the reactions of those before him, finally couldn't help but laugh:

"Aireibas! He's now just waiting for us to beat him up."

"Can you hold it?!"