Chapter 223: Washituoer Smiles Benevolently

On the battlefield, silence fell as another group of the Xisi faction rushed in.

All warships froze in place, staring dumbfounded at the imposing Abadon fleet.

At the Giant Stone Monastery, Shiwang, Sailestin, and Yifei Lei Ni wore stern expressions.

They alternated between looking at the Abadon marked with a bright Xisi insignia and at the Xisi beside them, equally bewildered.

Although anyone could be part of the Xisi faction these days, you Abadon joining the fun is perhaps a bit shameless.

Even Yifei Lei Ni, who has long borne Shiwang and Sailestin's contempt, can now look up at Abadon with haughty disdain, scoffing that the other has no sense of shame at all!

And the more Shiwang despises Abadon, the more haughty Abadon's expression is on the Bridge, where the Chaos faction was the first to arrive.

Even the Chaos war gangs beside them showed a respect for Abadon never seen before.

Because at this moment, Abadon, as the Chaos representative, after an unknown number of years, finally once again radiated the Four Gods' Blessing!

Although these blessings are far from the Four Gods' treatment of Xisi, the kind of "keep pushing to death if you can't survive".

More so, they are a statement, the Four Gods' indication of willingness to support Xisi.

But Abadon doesn't care about any of that!

He is merely feeling a power he hasn't felt in years, his eyes blooming with a smile.

Even while standing on the Bridge, Abadon stared at the Xisi outside the porthole, dumbfounded atop the Giant Stone Monastery.

Abadon's expression briefly froze, then, with a slight awkwardness, he subtly avoided eye contact with Xisi.

"Actually, following Xisi..."

"... is also pretty good~"

Inside, Abadon felt a mix of resistance, anticipation, and awkwardness.

On the other side, the Unyielding fleet, already dazed by the Green Skin, Spirit race, and Human Alliance, saw Abadon appear suddenly, and their expressions became less complicated.

They all just stared dumbfounded at the complex fleet in the distant void, wondering what they had offended the heavens with today!

The Unyielding fleet's commander kept asking over and over, hoping to get from Kiriman an answer about whether something was wrong.

Even with the Four Gods and Gao Mao's enthusiastic support, none of this news got out.

Even when they discovered that the Divine Emperor had secretly approached Shiwang, the Four Gods and Gao Mao stared the Divine Emperor down, forbidding him from saying another word to Kiriman.

And this directly doomed the Unyielding fleet, forcing them to follow the Empire's usual style, to die protecting the Star Region's senior officials!

Only, even though they decided to protect to the death.

Yet whenever new battle losses arrive, the senior commanders of the Unyielding fleet still can't help but grit their teeth and glance at those Star Region officials.

And the Star Region officials and the elderly Governor have long since their faces fell into utter deathly silence.

Even their fear of death has long turned into a fear of living!

Their greatest hope is simply to have a satisfying death.

After all, they acknowledge the Chief Saint, also the Green Skin saint!

The Battle Nun, standing there, also accepts!

But what about your Spirit race?

And what's up with the current Chaos?

Isn't it me saying to your National Church, don't you think your saint's scope of duties is a bit too broad?!

Now, looking at the void where the crowd has gathered, a Tai Jun suddenly pops up, and the Star Region officials and the elderly seem not that surprised.

Even while watching the bustling void, the elderly actually, in the lull between waiting for death, seriously pondered why the Tai Empire's those things haven't arrived yet?

It couldn't be that someone conveniently dealt with them halfway, could it?

The Governor, thinking of this, felt a little better inside.

After all, at this moment, only seeing more people dragged down by him can slightly soothe his mood.

And then, after that brief solace, for an unknown number of times, he began to berate the show‑off Planet Governor.

Who made you insist on soul‑hunting?!

Searching a priest would be one thing, but why did you hunt the souls of those two sisters?!

Originally I only feared death, now I'm forced to fear living.

At the same time, after countless repetitions of this line of thought, the Governor wondered whether after death he could enter Subspace, and if in Subspace, could he die a satisfying death.

Meanwhile, as Abadon left Longlin Star, half‑pushed and half‑pulled, showing loyalty to Xisi, the Governor numbly awaited death.

In the control room of Longlin Star, Washituoer's physical body in the real universe remained closed‑eyed, but in Subspace, in some utterly ordinary corner of the Sea of Souls.

Washituoer finally found what he had been searching for.

This very corner of the Sea of Souls at this moment.

A group of towering, muscular industrial demons, as bulky as tattooed gangsters, surrounded several low‑rank evil spirits.

The industrial demons each brandished "wolf‑tooth iron rods", glaring viciously at the bewildered evil spirits beneath them.

These evil spirits bore marks of having been beaten all over their bodies.

Meanwhile, the evil spirits truly couldn't understand what they had done to provoke these "organized" industrial demons.

Until the industrial demons moved aside, letting in a mass that, though not as great as the Seven Gods, still possessed tremendous divine might—Washituoer.

In the real universe Washituoer may appear ordinary, but in the Subspace of his birthplace, Washituoer fully upholds his reputation as a Subspace Demigod.

He no longer even has a physical form, but exists as a deity composed entirely of divine power!

Seeing a demigod they could never encounter in several lifetimes appear before them today, the evil spirits widened their eyes, constantly complaining that they hadn't checked the almanac before going out.

Then they were terrified, racking their brains over what they had done to offend this evil god.

After pondering, they realized that aside from daily bullying of mortal souls that entered Subspace after death, they hadn't done anything else!

The evil spirits were baffled, assuming they were about to be thoroughly taught a lesson by Washituoer.

After waiting a long time, Washituoer's punishment never came; he merely glanced at those evil spirits, then his eyes lingered not at all, turning directly to the other side.

Later, amid the sudden, wide‑eyed terror of the evil demons and the industrial demon, Washituoer, this mid‑rank, actually......

He laughed!

It wasn't a grimace, a mockery, or a sneer, but that kind of gentle, harmonious, kindly smile that shouldn't appear on anyone, let alone Washituoer.

Even as a truly vile creation of the gods, Washituoer's soaring Divine Light also became exceedingly gentle.

Washituoer smiled very kindly.

His entire body instinctively crouched down and bent, gently extending both hands:

"Don't be afraid, I'll take you back."

Washituoer's behavior at this moment, in the eyes of the evil demons, could be called terror.

But Washituoer felt that being ten thousand times more gentle would not be excessive.

Because right among these badly beaten evil demons, there was a spot firmly protected by the industrial demon.

There were also two tiny, feeble souls, tightly embracing each other, their eyes shut in terror.

Those two souls were the recently deceased......

Refugee sisters!