Chapter 237: The Yellow‑Skinned Impostor Became a Corpse!

The long void heading toward Terra.

A fleet is docked far away in the distant part of the star system, waiting for supplies and inspections from the neighboring system.

A massive armed merchant ship slowly approaches the fleet, while the small‑caliber self‑defense cannons on the merchant ship raise and lower several times, looking extremely hesitant.

Actually it's no fault of the merchant ships; after all, anyone seeing the target they need to supply is TM's nine Green Skin battle moons, and they have to instinctively raise their weapons first.

And when they finally lower them, it's not because the accompanying indomitable fleet repeatedly emphasized that they are allies; even a casual glance makes these armed merchant ships feel that their little self‑defense firepower doesn't even count as a scratch for the other side.

At this moment, at the very center of the star‑surrounded fleet sea, Aolake's side rear is followed by Kiriman's Makurag Radiance.

Only the former Radiant Queen's massive ship, now positioned among the nine battle moons, strangely appears somewhat petite.

If one had to personify this scene, it would be like a little girl being squeezed in the middle by nine broad‑shouldered, rotund Green Skin hulks.

Of course, the nine Green Skin hulks look at the pitiful little girl without any hint of a creepy‑uncle gaze, only a scrutinizing stare, then let out a light 'snort' of contempt.

Then they give the most candid assessment:

"Not green enough, not big enough, not strong enough, and certainly not Waaagh enough!"

And this kind of battle‑moon scrutiny of the Radiant Queen is also occurring right now on Aolake's Bridge.

Kiriman sits opposite Xisi; even though he has accompanied the journey, looking at the scene opposite him, a dark line of frustration inevitably appears on his face.

Opposite him, Xisi checks the supply list, and behind him, as if nine statues, a row of tall Ancient Beastmen stands neatly.

A full‑size Ancient Beastman stands twelve meters tall, and in physical strength is not even weaker than the Original Body.

Although the Ancient Beastmen behind Xisi have only grown to four meters now, they still exert huge pressure on Kiriman.

And compared to mere physical pressure, the most unacceptable thing for Kiriman is that the Ancient Beastmen opposite him are actually TM wearing glasses, earnestly holding documents, carefully examining and repeatedly touching their chins while nodding:

"I think these supplies are enough Waaagh."

"I feel the same."

"And me as well."

Kiriman watches these nine Ancient Beastmen, who survived the great filtering, very seriously, clearly realizing they are not just having fun; after they actually handle paperwork, Kiriman suddenly begins to understand why the Divine Emperor's relationship with Gao Mao has been improving lately.

Gao Mao only needs Waaagh, while the Divine Emperor only recognizes people.

And the Ancient Beastmen who can cause Waaagh actually perfectly match the core needs of the Divine Emperor and Gao Mao.

What?

How can Ancient Beastmen be considered people?

I think you can ask those nine battle moons yourself about this question.

"What the heck, the inspections are too many."

"Unlike last time, we never encountered any inspections."

Last time?

Kiriman is somewhat puzzled, and the galactic official standing before the Ancient Beastmen, carrying out the necessary inspection procedures, is equally confused.

And seeing the frowning official and Kiriman, these Sith Ancient Beastmen actually speak up.

"Yes, last time."

"Last time we came in with a full Waaagh, didn't see any review?"

Kiriman: "......"

He forces a deeper dark line across his forehead and withdraws his gaze.

If I recall correctly, the last time for these Ancient Beastmen refers to the Beastmen war that almost scared Mars into fleeing.

In that situation, even if a human with a brain comparable to Green Skin came to inspect, they'd probably be blasted to ash by the Green Skin as a mere target for a shot.

Kiriman waits until Xisi finally finishes the list, then hurriedly looks over.

At this moment Kiriman's attitude is quite tense; after all, it's not just that Terra is still bewildered, even Kiriman finds it absurd.

"What does it mean that the Imperial First Saint and the Imperial Regent are together with the National Church's Pope?"

"Bringing a batch of Green Allies to Terra to meet the Emperor, reorganizing the court?"

Although Kiriman's message to Terra was meticulously worded, once it reached Terra, the High Lord and Trajan, no matter how they looked, only saw the three characters 'Da Bai Shou'.

But compared to the last time when everyone united, regardless of what you actually came to do, you first prepared for massive war.

This time, Terra is unexpectedly especially tranquil.

Can't help it; after all, that group of allies not only has two indomitable fleet clusters, but also nine battle moons.

Um......

Plus three Original Bodies and a bunch of saints.

"Is everything over there on Terra ready?"

"Ready. The Imperial First Saint and the Pope have returned; no matter how you look at it, it's a big deal."

After the supplies are replenished, the warship begins preparing for the Leap.

Xisi asks Kiriman, and Kiriman opens his mouth with a strange expression.

Then, looking out the port window at the nine massive battle moons, after holding it in, he can only let out a long sigh.

He even thinks that with this final Leap, the sight of the massive army arriving at Terra just makes his scalp tingle.

After all, watching Terra's equally forced preparations, Kiriman, no matter how many times he looks, still can't help but focus on one particular task.

That is, how to explain to the Empire's people why nine moons suddenly appeared in the sky!

And, consequently, why the former Alien Forms have now all become human subspecies.

Even now, Kiriman still recalls the scene of his remote conference with Terra's High Lord.

Because when Kiriman said he would change all the Empire's records about Green Skin into human subspecies,

the High Lord held back for a while, then could only retort:

"Then you could say it like this..."

These years fighting the Green Skin—does that count as a damn civil war?

And this is still just one of Kiriman's many scalp-numbing internal affairs tasks.

And going further down, the subsequent work is even more numerous than cow hairs.

As a result, all along this journey, Kiriman has been absent-minded, until this final jump also ended, accompanied by the silence of the surrounding humans and the vast Waaagh, that familiar sun slowly drifting in the void.

Aolake docked in Terra's orbit, and also directly entered lunar orbit, forming a line of nine moons encircling the whole Terra.

When the transport carrying Xisi landed amid the cheers of the planet's mortals, Terra was filled with awe for the First Saint's might, as well as the cheers of the Green Skin folk.

Of course, if Xisi looked closely, he would discover that all those cheers were actually pre-recorded trumpets.

But the reality was that the people on the surface, faces black-lined, stared up at the nine moons that had suddenly appeared overhead.

And upon serious thought, besides being just arms and legs, in what way do these Green Skins even resemble humans?

If it's just about structure, then the Spirit Clan, Dead Spirits, even the Titanic Lords—wouldn't they all be humans?

Xisi certainly had no time to pay attention to the mortals' thoughts; his transport went straight into the grand welcome ceremony that the National Church and the Empire's propaganda department were struggling to maintain, arriving at the Imperial Palace.

Tu La Zhen, who had long been waiting, hurriedly brought Xisi straight to the Golden Throne.

Soon, the familiar Golden Throne appeared before his eyes again.

Xisi looked and saw the Emperor still emaciated, still bristling with tubes, and gazed at Kiriman in puzzlement.

"I don't feel the Divine Emperor is any different at all."

Kiriman did not answer, but silently gazed at the Divine Emperor above; then, in the stillness, an extremely faint sound came from the throne.

Xisi froze, his eyes widening, even stiffening for a moment before slowly turning his head back.

But this time, the Divine Emperor, who should have maintained his form, lowered his head slightly, and his eyes turned toward Xisi!

"Huangpizi..."

"Moved???"