Chapter 199: Teaching Physics to Liemanrus

Aolake burst out of Subspace, and through the torn Subspace fissure, raging waves surged.

Countless Wordbearer warships followed Aolake closely, crazily breaking away from the chaos behind them.

"All troops, hold fast and rest, and tally numbers; in one day we will continue toward 'Prospero.'"

Xisi spoke into the Communicator to broadcast orders to the whole army, then plopped back onto the Bridge's Mechanical Throne.

"So Helusu was alone in the temple for nine days?"

Looking at the awkward Luojia before him, Xisi frowned and asked, while a few of Fanluosi nearby stared at Luojia speechlessly.

Luojia's gaze kept darting left and right, head down staring at the floor, right foot continuously 'cleaning' the deck.

"Hmm."

Luojia dared not say more; Xisi silently stared at Luojia, leaning his whole body fully against his seat.

"Ah~"

"So Helusu can be considered a man after all!"

Xisi couldn't help but sigh, because after Helusu was gravely wounded by Aieribas's cursed sword, his sons, helpless about Helusu's injuries, were deceived by Aieribas and placed Helusu into a shaman temple said to be able to heal him.

And they left Helusu alone in the temple for nine days.

Of course, this temple was not a shaman at all, but a place controlled by the Four Gods.

In other words, Helusu was alone in the temple, in a gravely wounded, near‑death state, stubbornly withstanding the Four Gods' corruption for a full nine days before finally being defeated.

Of course, some say Helusu never abandoned his loyalty to the Emperor from start to finish.

The Helusu who emerged from the temple was not the Helusu who bowed to the Four Gods, but the Helusu whose body was forcibly taken over by the Four Gods!

Even in that condition, Helusu's original aim was not sincerely to launch a rebellion against the Empire, nor did he wish to see the Empire become the dead‑end shape it would later take in 40K.

Whether it was Helusu or Motarian and other rebel Original Bodies, their initial demand was simply to tear apart the Emperor's lies about Subspace.

They wanted the humans, kept in the dark and unaware of Subspace's corruption and deities, to correctly understand Subspace and tear apart the Emperor's 'goal' of sacrificing all humanity to achieve his own ascension.

Of course, this 'goal' was not the Emperor's true intention, but a twisted brainwashing the Four Gods gave to corrupt Helusu.

Thus Helusu's rebellion, from start to finish, was only to kill the Emperor and then continue leading humanity on a great expedition.

But as the former brothers began to pit‑kill each other, the whole situation quickly shifted toward the Four Gods' desired outcome: a full‑scale civil war, a chaotic maelstrom aimed at destruction and desecration.

Until at last the red‑eyed Helusu, who had been completely slain, was killed by the Emperor; after the Four Gods withdrew their corruption, the awakened Helusu was shocked and repentant.

Only then did the Emperor, after personally killing Helusu, turn to the Subspace Evil God with sorrowful anger: "You killed my son!"

If Helusu fell like that, the other rebel Original Bodies were even more so; they were led step by step into a downfall they had never imagined, through the various traps set by the Four Gods.

And in the end they were all forcibly drawn into the rebellion by the Four Gods, either by soul‑possession or forced corruption.

That's why there are three enemies opposite, but you only have two bullets; when asked which two to kill, you said both shots go to Aieribas.

Because every rebel faction, even the zealot Kolfalen who only cares about his own doctrinal authority, never actively sought to smash the Empire; they only wanted to steer the Empire toward another direction, or simply tidy up its interior.

Only that damned Aieribas was the most proactive; even the Four Gods were too lazy to grant him Blessing, yet he leapt up and down, hustling faster than anyone.

"Open a few more slots for the demonic 'care' of Aieribas!"

Xisi, thinking of this, slumped on the Throne and added offhand.

"It's too late to say anything now; the great rebellion has already begun, and we should still think carefully how to deal with the Wolf Pack and the Thousand Sons."

After a long silence on the Bridge, Xisi, leaning on the Throne, looked up at the ceiling and spoke helplessly.

Around him, Fanluosi and the others who knew the whole sequence also withdrew their gaze helplessly.

Luojia was far from being a born scoundrel like Aieribas; now jumping back to the loyalist side, his face showed only awkwardness as he kept avoiding everyone's gaze regarding Helusu's fate.

Now Xisi focused on the soon‑approaching Thousand Sons homeworld Prospero, and Luojia quickly took up the topic.

"Based on the current information, Prospero's situation is terrible."

"Helusu's Subspace storm, stirred up by the Four Gods, completely cut off the Empire's communications."

"Kiriman, Lai'ang Zhuangsen, and Saint Gilles—the three most core loyalist legions—were also reassigned to the frontier far from Terra."

"Thus Subspace is now isolated, and no force in the galaxy can intervene in the war that is about to erupt, or may have already erupted."

"When this great war ends, one of the two loyalist legions will be depleted, the other forced into rebellion; not only will they be unable to help defend Terra, but they will instead bolster the rebel forces."

Luojia quickly described the grim situation; after speaking, his furrowed brow eased the moment he looked up at Xisi.

Then, with a lingering sense of relief, he let out a deep sigh.

Luojia stood upright, gazing devoutly at Xisi, his face no longer anxious:

"Fortunately, thanks to our Lord's Mobile Star Torch, we still retain the ability for large‑scale Subspace traversal."

"In the upcoming battle of Prospero, there will be an extra player at the table!"

Luojia said this with confidence, his eyes flicking toward the densely packed Wordbearer fleet outside the Bridge's port window, looking somewhat smug.

Everyone knows Kiriman is a master of logistics, his troop‑generation capability unrivaled.

But who knows that Luojia's Wordbearer is also a troop‑generation force on par with Extreme Warriors.

Kiriman relies on ultimate logistics, with a large rear continuously supplying reinforcements.

Luojia relies on fervent belief and devotion, drawing endless zealot volunteers from the vast world.

Moreover, both legions' Gene Seeds are of a balanced, stable type, so Kiriman can field countless units of 250,000.

Why can't I, Luojia, do the same?!

Luojia even glanced at his own Wordbearer, couldn't help raising his head, and said to Xisi:

"My Lord, for the upcoming Prospero, let my Wordbearer take the vanguard!"

Other legions carefully deploy their precious troops, rarely committing large numbers of Astartes directly as vanguard.

But Luojia said this without any pretense, even with a hint of anticipation.

Because compared to Kiriman, Luojia's Wordbearer also has steadfast faith, making it tougher than other legions.

Xisi finally glanced at the projection before him, gave a "Hmm" to Luojia's request to be the vanguard, and then sat back down.

No need, after we arrive, I'll have 101 personally explain physics to Limanlus.