Chapter 220: No Rush, First Build Wave Favorability

Markurage's Radiance.

Kiriman, faced with the latest report, finally collapsed completely onto his seat.

On his face there was nothing but endless numbness and rising self‑doubt.

"Selerstin has rebelled, the National Church has rebelled, and now even the Shiwang has rebelled..."

How do I feel......

"If this keeps going, I'll end up being the traitor?!"

Kiriman, alone and feeble, stared at the report before him, unable to stop his mind from wandering.

There's no choice; if only one rebellion occurs, Kiriman can still represent the Empire in subduing it.

But watching one important power after another 'rebel', when the 'rebelling side' spreads across the whole Empire, the remaining one is the traitor!

Now, with one unsettling piece of intelligence after another arriving, Kiriman feels the ending is not far off.

"Sir, that lady has arrived."

That lady is the nickname that those around Kiriman use for Yifuleini.

After all, even with Kiriman's personal endorsement, no one dares to name an Alien Form outright in the Empire.

If it spreads that Lord Kiriman is secretly dealing with an Alien Form, regardless of any objective factors, it would become a massive political disaster.

Hearing that Yifuleini has arrived, Kiriman's face showed no relief, nor any expectation of his so‑called 'spirit‑race wife' coming.

Already at his wits' end over the increasingly incomprehensible situation, Kiriman's face now showed even greater discontent.

At the moment he is about to become part of the Rebel Forces, if anyone discovers his collusion with an Alien Form, it would be a total disaster—no matter what, it's a mess!

After all, in the whole Empire, who would dare openly associate with an Alien Form?

Xisi doesn't count; even the Green Skin under Xisi, when the Divine Emperor arrives, can keep their eyes open and claim, with righteous rhetoric, that they are human!

But although Kiriman is displeased, he is also eager to learn the outside news, so he swallows his discontent and turns toward Yifuleini's chamber.

That place is Kiriman's private audience room, reserved for important meetings unsuitable for public display.

Soon, as Kiriman arrives, in the least conspicuous corner of the room, Yifuleini stands in the darkness, gazing at the void beyond Markurage's Radiance.

This spot lies extremely close to the Spirit‑driven Death Zone; for the spirit race, it not only suppresses Subspace but also repels them intensely.

Thus, when Kiriman steps into the audience room, Yifuleini's complexion turns a bit pale.

"What news do you have over there?"

Kiriman and Yifuleini speak almost simultaneously, and as they look directly at each other, both understand that without first showing some sincerity, neither can extract words from the other.

"The National Church and the Shiwang have rebelled."

Kiriman gets straight to the point; such matters won't stay hidden long, so telling Yifuleini early isn't a big issue.

But hearing such explosive news, Yifuleini's face freezes, then she looks at Kiriman with a strange expression.

"The National Church and the Shiwang have both rebelled?"

"If you look at it that way, you're the traitor!"

Kiriman clearly knows what Yifuleini will think upon hearing it; his expression sours, yet he says nothing, staring intently at her, waiting for her to present her intelligence.

Yifuleini, after a brief silence, offers an equally weighted piece of information:

"This matter isn't confined to the material universe; even in Subspace, the Seven Gods are anxious."

Yifuleini finished speaking, and Kiriman's eyes were just like that?

Seeing Kiriman's dissatisfaction, Yifuleini could only sigh and add another detail:

"Among the Seven Gods, the first to react was Gaomao, but the most urgent is your human Divine Emperor."

This detail is crucial; hearing it, Kiriman finally grasps some key points.

He almost instantly links the National Church and Shiwang's rebellion with the Divine Emperor's urgency, yet he remains curious why Gaomao reacted first.

"Could it really be that Xisi has returned?"

Kiriman can only think of that explanation, but it has a flaw: if Xisi has returned, why cause such a massive commotion?

And then fight against his own Unyielding Fleet?

Kiriman, puzzled and contemplative, even prepares to dispatch his most trusted Asitate Yingjie to investigate.

There's no way around it; stuck in the Spirit‑driven Death Zone, Kiriman's communication efficiency drops back to the '1g' era!

After obtaining the information she wanted, Yifuleini departs Markurage's Radiance by spirit‑race means, reappearing nearby in full concealment, awaiting her spirit‑race clown warship.

Just as Yifuleini returns, a Pirate Prince immediately greets her.

"We intercepted a report from Washituoer and Abadon; the human First Saint has returned!"

Yifuleini startles, then quickly takes the report from the Pirate Prince.

The report isn't comprehensive—it's just snippets intercepted—but the information already clarifies many matters.

The core point is that Xisi is dragging the Green Skin to brutally beat the Empire Fleet!

On the warship, a group of spirit‑race members sit in silence, all watching Yifuleini intently, awaiting their leader's decision.

Yifuleini consolidates the information, her mind racing to find the most advantageous choice for the spirit race.

After the silence stretches too long, the distant, inexplicable Unyielding Fleet sees several Mechanical Church vessels begin to approach, prompting the Pirate Prince to finally interject:

"Should we brief Kiriman?"

The Pirate Prince speaks cautiously, and Yifuleini finally regains her composure.

She still maintains a contemplative expression, eyes lowered as she thinks, then slowly says:

"Not urgent."

"Informing Kiriman yields some benefit, but the benefit isn't large enough."

"Not large enough?"

It's actually simple: just figure out why Xisi is beating the Empire, then clear up the misunderstanding.

How can something that looks lively but isn't very damaging still yield high returns?

A group of the Spirit Clan were puzzled, until Yifuleini finally lifted her head, her expression completely calming.

"We didn't get along well with Xisi before."

"Don't you think this is an opportunity to repair our relationship?"

Yifuleini spoke, and the Spirit Clan members were completely stunned; after they reacted, a group of them all stared blankly at their leader.

"What does that mean?"

"We also want to go help Xisi fight the Empire?!"

Yifuleini, meanwhile, suddenly stood up amid the Spirit Clan's dumbfounded stares.

"Gather the fleet; no matter who provoked Lord Sisi, my Death God Army will go help out!"

"If not now to raise affection, when then???"

Yifuleini's word settled it; after a brief shock, the Spirit Clan members gritted their teeth, turned around, and prepared to execute.

And Yifuleini also turned, heading toward her chambers at this time.

A group of the Spirit Clan were puzzled; with battle imminent, why aren't you staying on the bridge at this time?

Yifuleini, meanwhile, faced her subordinates' doubts, her expression unchanged:

"I'll go change clothes; I'm about to meet Xisi right now—this outfit has too much fabric."

As a Spirit Clan member, is Yifuleini not dignified?

"Don't forget who created the Color Devil!"

But before Yifuleini could even enter her chambers, a simultaneous cry of pain from all psionics suddenly swept across the galaxy.

This was caused by extreme subspace turbulence, and thereafter all psionics, including Yifuleini, witnessed it.

Within subspace, the Four Gods, the Divine Emperor, and Gao Mao finally came together in a clash!

Meanwhile, as the Divine Emperor and Gao Mao desperately held off the Four Gods, they finally, with the Dark Angel's help, saw their own junior; thereafter both sides dropped all pretenses and directly issued frantic orders outward.

"Everyone, hurry up and help Xisi beat the Empire!"

"Well, right!"

"The one who said that…"

"Even the Emperor is included!"