Chapter 232: Encounter After Ten Thousand Years

In the void, the factions that had been fighting hurriedly withdrew.

The terrifying data index, even with the Four Gods' strenuous shielding, could not stir any desire in the Unyielding Fleet to keep charging forward.

The void indicated by the probe is also the place where the terrifying energy index is about to reveal its true form.

The warring factions unexpectedly surrounded that void, forming a circle.

Then, atop the Giant Stone Monastery, with the Dark Angel and the Sith Kid on edge, and with Shiwang hesitating as he watched Xisi's back, the void began to ripple!

It was a genuine fluctuation; space seemed to become a water surface, wave after wave, making the surrounding warships appear as flat patterns in a picture, and they began to twist irregularly.

Then the waves grew larger, soon about to become a surge.

In the instant the surrounding warships hurriedly retreated in terror, the giant beast finally broke through the water surface!

An incomparably massive body!

After ten thousand years of worship, Aolake's size had become even larger than before.

He resembled a moving mountain range, and under the stunned gaze of the surrounding warships, the towering form slid out of the fissure.

On both sides, massive Macro Cannons were arrayed, each pointing toward the surroundings.

Then, with the mixed crew of humans and demons operating the gun decks, the Macro Cannons tore off their casings, one after another extending their barrels.

The successive extensions were accompanied by the crisp clicks of the cannons locking into place.

Dense close‑range defense cannons rotated, firmly targeting every surrounding warship.

Especially the massive sacred Gauss Light Spear mounted on the ship's spine, slowly shifting with its mountain‑sized bulk, aimed its barrel at the most threatening enemies nearby.

And half of them were all aimed at the Giant Stone Monastery where Shiwang was stationed!

Above the monastery.

Gazing at Aolake, who had not yet reached star‑class but was already infinitely close.

Shiwang stared blankly at the pointing, giant Gauss Light Spear emitting Divine Light, his eyes shifting from hesitation to tension in an instant.

The surrounding Dark Angels, amid the Sith Kids' rousing 'Waaagh', also hesitated, stepping back half a pace, repeatedly glancing at their Father of Genes.

At this moment, Shiwang, looking up at the ancient Holy Ship above, had no inclination to consider how to 'protect' Xisi.

Not only was Shiwang uninterested in pondering what to do with Xisi.

Present were Abadon, Iveline and others, all wondering how Xisi would handle them next!

Abadon came to find Xisi; although he dared not bring out his vital revenge spirit, he sat aboard an Emperor‑class battleship.

Watching Aolake glide slowly past him, his face showed a dazed expression, as if whether he carried the revenge spirit or not made little difference.

The surrounding Chaos war gang watched helplessly as the massive ship barreled through the front fleet without yielding, hurriedly giving way.

There was also Iveline on the Giant Stone Monastery, along with the Death Guard she brought.

At this moment, the spirit race stared with wide‑eyed amazement, fixating on the Holy Ship that was unprecedented for humanity.

Their expressions, for the first time toward humans, showed both heartfelt and verbal submission!

Iveline's face no longer displayed the feigned affection toward Xisi.

She now stared blankly upward, watching a mountain range of warship shapes slowly pressing toward her.

All that remained on her face was the dazed question, 'Is this thing a 40K battleship?'

To be honest, although the spirit race acknowledges that the current galaxy is in the Human Era,

the spirit race, even its most 'friendly' Death Guard and Iveline, never consider humanity superior to them in any respect!

Yes! In every aspect!

After all, this damned cesspit galaxy, no one truly believes that only humans are racist, right?

The spirit race prides itself on supreme nobility, casually slaughtering all outsiders.

Even the youngest Titanium Empire is an unabashed supremacist.

The most obvious point: have people never wondered where those heterodox alien races have gone?

Corpse Starch, called Bio Starch by the Titanium Lord!

Now, this pervasive arrogance of the spirit race toward humanity, innate and fatal,

at this moment, as Aolake slowly revealed his form, change finally arrived!

Because its unmatched power could give observers the most 'friendly' response.

When a spirit‑race escort ship sees the Macro Cannon barrel it could fire straight into itself, all arrogance ceases before absolute power.

It becomes hubris and recklessness!

Especially this Macro Cannon that offers the spirit‑race escort ship boundless friendliness; from just one side it could easily dispatch the entire Death Guard that Iveline brought in a single sweep!

On the other side, the Unyielding Fleet, after fighting for ages,

watched as the 'enemy' launched a Holy Ship imbued with primordial human divine power.

Even with the Four Gods' 'cognitive overlay', they finally reacted.

Many warship commanders stared at each other, then after a long pause, could no longer hold back and spoke:

"It seems we..."

"We hit the wrong target!"

The commanders were stunned, while the Unyielding Fleet's commander, after a brief silence, lifted his head again.

"It's not that we hit the wrong target; this beating is all on behalf of those high officials in the star sector!"

The chief commander's remark finally clarified the theme.

The captains of the Unyielding Fleet, after a brief silence, glanced at their lost crew and beloved warships riddled with wounds, hesitating only for a moment.

A group of Unyielding Fleet ships, bearing red, pink, green, and purple, began desperately hunting the high officials still daring to hide.

Meanwhile, the Bridge where the star‑sector Governor usually stood was surrounded by a crowd eager for his return, but after a long wait only disappointment, they muttered curses:

"Damn it, if only we'd brought two more magazines earlier!"

The Unyielding Fleet muttered complaints.

Meanwhile, at the Giant Stone Monastery, a flash of Divine Light flickered.

Having embraced his own Subspace nature, the Golden Words Envoy Luo Jia brought with him a group that, to ordinary people of 40K, exists only in myth and legend, and arrived on the surface.

At this moment, Luo Jia has become an existence stronger than other Original Bodies; although not only Luo Jia has embraced his own Subspace nature, many Original Bodies have also, to varying degrees, embraced the nature.

Take the Lion King before us, for example—he has embraced only half of it.

But compared to Luo Jia, who is now infinitely close to a perfect form, at least for now, because of Xisi, he has gone from being shouted at by everyone to being nothing more than a roadside backdrop.

Become the unequivocal First Original Body of the entire galaxy!

At this moment, the First Original Body Luo Jia, his eyes filled with excited complexity, silently gazes at the opposite side—where Xisi, who likewise possesses Hundredfold psychic power, has gone further than merely embracing the nature and awakened a Subspace projection.

Then, under the gaze of the myriad eyes of 40K, Luo Jia......

Bending at the waist, lowering to one knee, bowing his head:

"My lord, we are in the galaxy."

"We have waited ten thousand years!"