Chapter 230: Golden Words Envoy – Luojia

I did an early shift yesterday, so I can post an extra chapter (*^▽^*).

"Go back!"

"Exile!"

"Go back again!"

"Exile again!"

In Subspace, Sheng Jiliesi and the other great demons no longer had the initial anger on their faces.

Even if they exhausted every method against themselves, they wouldn't even blink at the elder who returns to Subspace.

Their expressions had already shifted from initial anger to insecurity, and finally to solemnity.

Even later, Sheng Jiliesi and the other great demons no longer left, silently waiting for the elder to return.

After the elder appeared, under their increasingly fierce and agitated eyes, they first gave a slight bow to show respect before taking action.

And seeing that he could simultaneously bow to the seven great demons, the seven great demons bowed low as a sign of their high regard for his "iron‑bony" resolve.

The seven great demons even began a seminar, earnestly discussing how to accomplish the Seven Gods' task, how to get this old thing to go back and meet Xisi, and exchanging and learning the "care" techniques.

The seven demons, repeatedly persuaded by the elder's returns, completely sealed the elder's mouth.

Because in the face of actual action, words no longer mattered.

Ugh......

The seven demons thought it unimportant, leaping up and down excitedly, constantly swaggering and twisting their bodies, shouting at the sector Governor who was urging the seven demons to "deal with themselves," yet still felt it was not only important but also very important.

Because I damn well got knocked out by the first punch of the first round!

It's you two sides, you damn dogs, that didn't give me a chance to speak!!!

And Xisi and the others at the Giant Stone Monastery wore puzzled expressions.

Because the Seven Gods had long sent a message saying the Governor had been found and, after being cared for, was sent back.

But now a lot of time has passed, and the Governor not only hasn't appeared, but rumors are increasing that the Seven Gods in Subspace have actually flopped!

At the Giant Stone Monastery.

Yifeileni lacked any enthusiasm for brewing tea, and the one‑armed kid obtained some prophetic visions through the Green Skin shaman, his expression showing solemnity.

"I think this old shrimp."

"Enough Waaagh!"

The one‑armed kid expressed approval, and Shiwang and the others, after a moment of astonishment, suddenly found it reasonable.

After all, to cause such a huge mess, how could it not have some uniqueness?!

Shiwang silently bowed, his face solemn:

"If the Empire's vermin all had half the Governor's grit, I wouldn't have to kill them all and still feel unsatisfied."

Shiwang's words made several captured high officials roll their eyes.

They knelt nearby, waiting for Xisi's decision, initially surprised that their own sector Governor was so gritty.

Now hearing Shiwang's words, they felt an indecision about whether they should be grateful.

"Oh?"

"Do you mean that even if we're gritty, we still have to be slaughtered as usual?"

Finally, Abadon, who also routinely took beatings and empathized, noticed something was off.

Abadon hesitated, then looked at Xisi and composed his words:

"Great War Commander Lord, could it be that this Governor actually submitted early on."

"Just that he was continuously beaten by both sides, with no chance to speak?"

When Abadon spoke, a group couldn't help rolling their eyes slightly; not because the explanation made sense, but because of the phrase "Great War."

"What does Great War General mean?"

"Even so, you kid still have to continue as War General, just as a junior War General?"

"How? The galaxy is big enough to accommodate Great War General Xisi and your junior War General Abadon?"

The crowd was speechless, and after Abadon finished speaking, the Divine Light on his body, which had begun to wane, suddenly surged again.

And it surged quite a lot!

The crowd was stunned, then even more speechless.

If Abadon could be the junior War General and Xisi the Great War General.

That would mean Xisi leads the Sith Kid, Battle Nun, and throws into the mix; we Four Gods would also agree!

This scene, not to mention Xisi and his companions in reality, even the Divine Emperor and the troublemakers in Subspace couldn't stand it.

Your ideas are quite nice!

Xisi stared at Abadon, who gave this explanation, and at his own Divine Light, paused, then couldn't help but give a speechless smile.

Then, under Yifeileni's expectant gaze, he lifted his teacup and poured a sip for himself:

"If at first everyone truly didn't react."

"But after fighting this long, the seven demons might not know, but the Seven Gods definitely do."

"It's just that the Seven Gods are probably......"

"Enjoying the view."

After Xisi finished, the people around finally caught on, Abadon stared blankly, then understood.

This everywhere‑leaky "grit" stubbornness, after half a day, was just seen as a joke by the Seven Gods.

Even the crowd kept thinking further, their faces showing speechlessness toward the Seven Gods.

"Mostly to make the Governor sufficiently 'gritty,' the Seven Gods also exerted some effort."

"After all, isn't this more interesting than just fighting and killing?"

It can in a single stroke satisfy Terror's slashing demand, Color Devil's torment demand, Naguo's proliferation‑corruption demand, and Jianqi's unexpected demand.

Even there is the "Mao" hack‑hack‑hack, the Divine Emperor's beating of the insect beast, which is rare—or even scarce—throughout the galaxy!

Not to mention not only is it fun for oneself, but it also lets Xisi have a good look at how the Seven Gods properly take care of this insect beast for him in Subspace!

Thus, when everyone came to their senses, after a brief vent of anger, they looked with a certain pity at the Governor, who at this point had utterly ceased speaking, only staring with wide, numb eyes, endlessly enduring this Governor for whom life is not better than death, and death not better than life.

And watching this scene, even the priest who was being jointly persecuted, before vanishing in Subspace, felt relieved upon seeing it.

Until the Governor, under the same numb, terrifying exile of the unbending fleet, returned to Subspace.

This time, the seven Great Demons finally did not make a move.

The elder waited for a long while, yet no new tricks from the seven Great Demons arrived.

After numbly waiting for a long time, the Governor finally began to react; he stood still, his deeply buried mind gradually regained color.

He slowly lifted his incredulous eyes; amid the Governor's growing excited anticipation, the seven Great Demons before him actually ceased their attack, and honestly stood in place, looking toward the Governor's back.

And the evil demons watching nearby all vanished, a few laggards remained; the Governor even saw on their faces a terror even greater than that seen on the seven Great Demons.

Seeing this, the Governor's newly risen excited anticipation was instantly replaced by doubt.

Because when he looked again at the seven Great Demons before him, their faces also bore deep apprehension.

All seven apprehensive at once?

Is there a force in Subspace beyond the Seven Gods?

Washituoer?

Impossible; this kid is too lazy to even glance at the self‑destruction of the Seven Gods.

Then who could it be, capable of making the seven Great Demons all cease, while the evil demons flee wildly across the heavens?

The more the Governor pondered, the more puzzled he became, and this puzzlement was finally answered as, from behind him, a sound of footsteps marching on foot arrived, along with the mournful wail of Yonghen from the soul realm.

The Governor slowly turned his head; behind him, in the distance, stood an ancient Holy Ship of immense size, radiating holy light.

In front of him stood a tall living saint, clad in golden ancient armor, with a long fluttering script‑inscribed sash, wielding a massive magical banner.

Unlike the seven Great Demons' purely Subspace forms, this person not only retained a corporeal body, but also had his Subspace essence shining directly behind him.

The footsteps came from Luojia.

The wail came from Aieribas, who after being cut in half became a humanoid magical banner.

Of course, this form of Luojia might better be called:

Golden‑Word Messenger—Luojia!