Chapter 195: I Am a God

"No!"

"This isn't the Dream Illusion Vessel!"

Even with Astat's superhuman reflexes, after a long dead silence, the first to react, Luojia could no longer mind anything else and suddenly stood upright, shouting at the Wordbearer beside him.

While saying that, he directly activated a projection, displaying the authentic Dream Illusion Vessel.

In fact, Luojia didn't need to project it; the vast majority of the Wordbearers gradually caught on, being former fanatical worshippers of the Emperor.

Other legions might not know many details of the Dream Illusion Vessel, but the Wordbearers are well‑versed.

Just a brief glance reveals many detailed differences.

Especially the front of the ship's spine has been altered, showing a completely unfamiliar human silhouette.

Everyone stared dumbfounded at the sculpture that dared to turn a personal image into a deity.

Actually, this sculpture isn't entirely unfamiliar.

At least Luojia knows he met it not long ago.

Xisi!

At this moment, the ground is swarmed by the continuously emerging Mortal Legion, with dense artillery and vehicles intermingled among infantry formations.

In orbit, a loyal Wordbearer fleet is undergoing emergency re‑equipment, directly emblazoned with the "Xisi" insignia.

Luojia watches this unabashedly "rebellious" Wordbearer fleet and grows increasingly puzzled.

"I thought they had returned to the Empire."

"But now it seems they've directly joined this unfamiliar faction."

This scene makes Luojia both sigh in relief and furrow his brows even deeper.

Putting aside why these Wordbearers would so decisively defect, the mere fact that a super‑massive ship so similar to the Dream Illusion Vessel makes Luojia feel things are increasingly amiss.

After all, even the Emperor lacks the resources, time, and even technology to build a second Dream Illusion Vessel.

Even if it were built, Luojia, as the Original Body, could not be unaware.

Looking at this familiar yet alien massive ship, Luojia becomes increasingly terrified.

Because if he is certain that his universe cannot host a second Dream Illusion Vessel, then doesn't that imply this ship...

... is not from his own universe?!

Crossing time and space?

Isn't this something only a god could accomplish?!

Luojia's cold sweat, which had just evaporated after the Dream Illusion Vessel vanished, flares up again as he delves deeper.

Luojia alternates glances between Aolake and the fanatical Wordbearers, and gradually finds an explanation that closes all his doubts.

Why does the other side know about his grand rebellion plan?

Why do the Wordbearers he sent, no matter how loyal, turn hostile the moment they meet?

Why, when this universe has only one Dream Illusion Vessel, are there now two?

All these questions can be answered with a single reply: beneath his feet...

There truly is a god!

Luojia now has Aieribas's "help" and knows that deities truly exist in Subspace.

Moreover, there is more than one deity.

Given that, who can guarantee that only Subspace houses gods?

Who says the real universe cannot have gods?

So, after arriving at this ultimate explanation, Luojia, still sweating, struggles to look down at the world beneath.

At this moment, the Mortal Legion below begins shouting surrender commands to the Wordbearer fleet standing idle awaiting orders.

Seeing a group of mortals daring to make Astat surrender, the ground Wordbearers' request to attack blows up Luojia's Bridge.

"Luojia?"

"Luojia!!"

A loud shout finally pulls Luojia out of his increasingly terrifying reverie.

Luojia retracts his unfocused eyes, staring blankly at the silhouette calling his name.

The company commander anxiously watches Luojia, and once he looks at him, quickly says:

"If we don't counterattack now, the mortals below will rush up to disarm us!"

Mortals? Disarm?

Luojia finally regains his senses from his daze, and hearing the company commander's words, his puzzled expression freezes completely.

Luojia can't help but retort:

"Who? Which mortals are disarming whom? Our legion?"

Seeing Luojia still unable to react, the company commander, at a loss for explanation, places a projection before Luojia for him to examine.

Then, looking at the projected image, Luojia's previously dazed, drooping eyes gradually widen to their maximum.

How to put it.

No matter how mortals improve, they can never match a one‑for‑one exchange with an Astat.

But the problem is, Luojia can't accept a one‑for‑one trade, which doesn't mean he can accept a hundred‑for‑one.

At this moment, the image shows massive casualties from the initial chaotic battle, followed by a Mortal Legion that fights increasingly ferociously.

They surround the Wordbearers Luojia sent to the surface from all directions, then with hundred‑for‑one casualties, continuously crush the bewildered Wordbearers on the ground, forcing them into a rout.

Luojia feels as if he's hallucinating.

After reviewing it several times and confirming that his Wordbearers on the surface are being brutally beaten by mortals, Luojia suddenly sits up, instinctively ready to defend Astat's glory.

But just as Luojia prepares to issue orders for a counterattack, the company commander, seeing Luojia's demeanor, shows an even greater terror on his face.

Moreover, he didn't even have time to explain, directly clutching Luo Jia tightly.

「Luo Jia! You must not strike! 」

Company Commander Keerfalun was so anxious his voice choked with tears; Luo Jia looked at his company commander, who was also his foster father, unexpectedly telling him not to strike, and his face grew even grimmer.

He was about to refute his foster father's weakness, but Keerfalun then placed another image before Luo Jia's eyes.

This image was not a battle scene, but rather a continuous scene of legions constantly emerging from Nest City.

By now, enough Mortal Legions had already sprouted on the ground, yet the Mortal Legions behind Nest City seemed endless, continuously sprouting.

Even if only counting the arranged Mortal Legions, their number has already surpassed a hundred million.

Seeing the Mortal Legions numbering in the hundreds of millions on the ground, Keerfalun didn't even need to explain; Luo Jia merely did a quick calculation, and it was as if a basin of ice water had been poured over him, extinguishing all his fervor.

One for a hundred.

Even if only counting the opposing five hundred million.

To wipe out the opposition, I at least need to dispatch......

Five million Astartes???

This number just appeared in his mind; not to mention Keerfalun wanting to cry, Luo Jia suddenly felt the urge to cry.

Afterward, he again looked toward the completely silent ground-based Wordkeepers, as well as the Mortal Legions wielding blast hammers that surrounded them.

In Luo Jia's superhuman mind, the keywords six months, recruits, blast-hammer Astartes were instantly linked together.

Afterward, Luo Jia, after extremely brief contemplation upon these words, firmly solidified his first thought upon arriving here.

No matter what this thing below is, he must be a god!

And seemingly to confirm Luo Jia's speculation, on the Bridge of the Creed of Faith, a burst of golden light from humanity's primal divine power suddenly shone!

The brilliant light made it impossible for the surrounding Wordkeepers to open their eyes.

But feeling the reaction coming from their bodies, they were quite certain this was not the kind of divine power from the Aspace Evil God that easily drives people mad.

Rather, it is a human divine power that brings endless benefit to humanity when it shines upon them.

Although they saw no person, for the Wordkeepers who had long sought humanity's true god, they didn't need to see a person; they couldn't help but kneel before the brilliant golden light before them.

Afterward, as Luo Jia struggled to contain his intense emotions, staring blankly at the Divine Light...

In the Divine Light, Xisi gradually emerged from the radiance, and then, amid Luo Jia's increasingly heavy breathing, he spoke the words that drove countless Wordkeepers to madly defect.

「I...... 」

「I am a god! 」