Chapter 212: Why Is the Entire Galaxy Raising Alarms?

The sector government is here.

A dozen sector high officials who control the lives of tens of billions of mortals are quietly and honestly awaiting in a luxurious room.

At the far end of the room stands a large door, and at this moment two elite noble private soldiers clad in powered armor stand before it.

The mercenaries display extreme elite prowess, so that just these two alone cause the officials below to feel some apprehension and keep their distance.

They have indeed seen powerful mortals before, but even someone like Kasha Jin would be far inferior to these two.

From this one can see how noble the identity of the one behind the door is.

The fact is indeed so, thanks to the Empire's "advanced" administrative system.

Everything good or bad is determined by tax payment, so as long as the planetary Governor can pay taxes on time—no need to speak of tyranny or slavery—if you pay taxes, even if you turn your jurisdiction into a sea of corpses, the Empire will be too lazy to intervene.

Thus the planetary Governor truly holds absolute life‑and‑death authority over the planet.

And this power structure naturally extends throughout the entire governance hierarchy.

For example, right now in the room, the sector Governor who possesses absolute life‑and‑death authority over the whole sector.

The Empire's governance hierarchy from top to bottom is Terra, star domain, sector, sub‑sector, and star system.

Terra and star domains are too lofty to contemplate; for ordinary humans, becoming a sector Governor already represents the highest stage of a family's millennia‑long accumulation of effort.

Therefore the authority of a sector Governor far exceeds that of an ordinary planetary Governor.

A planetary Governor, already comparable to a deity in the eyes of other humans, is at best considered cannon fodder from the sector's perspective.

At this moment, the elder who treats the planetary Governor as cannon fodder sits quietly in a wheelchair, continuously praying to a statue.

Finally, as hurried footsteps arrive from outside, the officials quickly stand, and the closed door silently swings open.

The elder makes no move, remaining devout; the officials glance cautiously and can see a Judge's statue.

"May Fanluosi protect this sinner of mine......"

The officials look at the Fanluosi statue, already worshipped to the heavens, and likewise bow their heads in silence.

Especially a low‑rank Judge also respectfully bows to the elder.

Only a group whose heads have not yet bowed, the officials who rushed to deliver the news, arrived at the elder's side with faces full of panic, almost trembling.

"Governor!"

The officials are startled, and even the elder who was devoutly praying is taken aback.

Who knew that one must never be disturbed while praying?!

The elder indifferently looks at the official who interrupted him, and before the official can even assign a fate, the official's words freeze the elder in place.

"The message just received from the planetary Governor."

"That saint who appeared from nowhere, seems... seems..."

The official even dares not utter the title directly, especially now facing Fanluosi, whom the elder venerates as a deity, making it feel like what kind of matter this even is!

Only when the elder begins to frown in displeasure does he clench his teeth and point directly at Fanluosi.

"Is it Fanluosi???"

The elder startles, and before the official can speak, he already opens his mouth in a somewhat terrified tone.

He had thought he was merely lucky enough to encounter a low‑rank saint, after all, over ten thousand years the National Church and Battle Nuns have worshipped an incalculable number.

But he didn't expect it to be someone as renowned as Fanluosi!

Then extreme terror, because if it really were Fanluosi, wouldn't he be hitting a brick wall?

He came to beg for life, not to seek death!

Only when the elder's terrified retort came, the official's face froze, then he frantically shook his head.

Seeing this, the elder and the other officials finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the elder slumped back into his wheelchair:

"As long as it's not Fanluosi, that's good."

"It's the First Saint Xisi!!!"

The official could no longer hold back, and loudly relayed the message that the planetary Governor received after seeing Xisi.

Then the massive room, which had just relaxed, seemed to have everyone frozen in place, all standing still without moving.

Even the two especially fierce mortal soldiers, whose faces had long held indifference, composure, and confidence, directly after a brief shock could no longer hold themselves.

The two turned their heads and stared blankly at the elder behind them, eyes full of endless doubt.

"You say......"

"Who did you provoke???"

The mercenaries wonder how they got entangled with the 'First Saint', whether it's a damn hostile relationship.

On the other side, between the elder and the officials, after a brief deathly silence, the elder finally regains his reaction.

But now he no longer possesses the former elegance or noble composure.

Facing a being far superior to himself, his performance is not necessarily any better than an ordinary person's.

"Worship Death Cult!"

"Quick, first go clear out all the Death Cult that took over this matter."

Even the elder's teeth tremble as he speaks.

The surrounding officials who hear this remain terrified and dare not act, while the two mercenaries at the door seize the chance, regardless of whether the elder ordered them, and immediately salute before fleeing.

Then the official who rushed to deliver the news, with a grim face, keeps gesturing:

"No need, the First Saint has already killed his way up to the Nest City, publicly lighting a sky lantern for the planetary Governor!"

"Killed his way up to the Nest City? The National Church on the planet has already...?"

The elder is stunned; instinctively he thinks the National Church discovered Xisi, goes completely mad, and lunges forward in one breath.

Meanwhile the official's expression grows more bitter as his superior keeps questioning.

He waves his hand; the official's face reddens to the point that both eyes are completely blood‑shot.

No, it was the Chief Saint himself who went up and killed.

Chief Saint himself???

Although, for the veteran who fought alongside Xisi all the way, the Apocalypse is considered an entry-level skill, they think it's no problem for Xisi to single-handedly charge into Nest City.

But to those who still rely on conventional strength, this is practically a myth.

Can you imagine one person swimming across the Pacific, slaughtering an entire army group, and finally hanging the enemy nation's leader to light a sky lantern?

Now, for the Sector Governor and others, the words of a high official are no less significant than this news.

The scene fell dead silent again, until the old man, suppressing his fearful doubt, spoke:

Was it the Death Worship Sect that leaked the news?

No, if the Death Worship Sect messed up, they would immediately commit suicide.

Furthermore, according to news from the planet, the Chief Saint's emotions were initially stable, only intending to kill the planetary governor, but later, for unknown reasons, the Chief Saint flew into a rage.

Furthermore......

Furthermore, the Chief Saint seems to intend to...... kill even you.

The old man's eyes widened, seeing the high official shrink back; instead of killing him first, he looked at the other high officials beginning to dodge, and let out a cold snort:

It's not about killing me, it's about killing us.

The high officials stared, stunned; the old man's expression returned to calm, then, after looking at the planet in the projection and staying silent for a moment, he spoke coldly:

Mobilize the Sector Fleet and exterminate this planet.

Those around hesitated a bit, while the old man, while canceling the planet's marker, spoke calmly:

Even if he truly is the Chief Saint, without a fleet he is nothing more than something to be completely wiped out on the surface.

The old man's action was also decisive; the surrounding high officials, concerned for their own lives, after a brief silence, had their eyes turn ruthless in their will to survive.

A group of people turned around, ready to carry out the order, but just as they pushed open the door, a lower-ranking official who had been waiting outside hurriedly delivered a piece of intelligence.

Whatever it is, we'll talk about it later.

No, you esteemed officials must see this right now.

The official was firm, even anxious; the high officials, seeing his attitude, had no choice but to let the lowest-ranking person among them take a look.

Then, while the group was busy erasing all traces of their attack on Xisi, the official who had taken over expressed surprise.

Strange, why is the whole galaxy......

... sounding the alarm?