Chapter 239: Washituoer, Do You Want to Ascend to Divinity or Not?

During the Great Expedition, the Emperor led the Human Empire, launching an expeditionary campaign against the entire galaxy from Terra as the starting point.

From the perspective of 40K, this campaign called the "Great Expedition" seemed like an effort to recover humanity's lost territories.

But to the Emperor and the Original Bodies, it had nothing to do with recovery; it was an endless conquest to proclaim humanity's supreme glory!

Did the Tairen storm into the galaxy from other star systems?

If there were no Great Rebellion, humanity would be the one storming out of the galaxy into other star systems!

Boundless universe.

Yet humanity is trapped within a tiny galaxy.

Isn't that the greatest desecration of humanity and the Empire?!

The Divine Emperor's words were not even that calm.

The simulated Divine Emperor voice in the Communicator was slightly noisy, accompanied by sudden surges of electronic pulses.

Great Expedition! Great Expedition!!

If that civil war had not occurred, how magnificent and powerful the Human Empire would be!

Xisi stared blankly at the Divine Emperor gazing down at him, whose deep‑set eye sockets revealed the Empire's profound expectation for the entire human collective.

Even Luojia, who usually opposes the Empire and holds no favor for Kiriman, was at this moment somewhat dazed by this vision.

He looked at Xisi, then at the Divine Emperor.

He seemed to have already seen the once chaotic galaxy finally ushering in a true Human Era.

Every star system, every planet, every human poured their whole being into an even more magnificent expedition.

In that expedition, eighteen Original Bodies gathered, and the nine great Xisi Empires were magnificent.

Above the Subspace stood the towering Divine Emperor; between Subspace and the real universe lay Gilded Silver Armor and Red Sword Black Spear, and Xisi, in a divine form, seized a sword and pointed forward.

Then, under Xisi's sword, a fleet as vast as a sea of smoke surged out of the galaxy!

And that would be an epic far grander, more spectacular, and more glorious than any previous expedition!

Once that expedition is launched, even the most rebellious Chaos war gangs would proudly puff out their chests, gathering under Xisi's sword in humanity's name!

The Dadian's tranquility was slightly broken by the heavy breaths of Luojia, Kiriman, and Tula Zhen.

Xisi stared blankly at the Emperor looking down at him, until the images in his mind were brought back by the still gaunt figure of the Divine Emperor in reality.

Finally, Xisi took a deep breath and decided to discuss some practical matters first.

"Then how do I return?"

"Even with your current power, can you tear open a spacetime tunnel? Can you mass‑transport my people back to 30K?"

When Xisi spoke, Kiriman and Luojia's heavy breaths instantly ceased.

Then came a resigned eye‑contact, which re‑covered the grand scene that had just unfolded in his mind.

And while listening to Xisi's question, the Divine Emperor's expression turned relaxed.

His head slowly straightened, and the energy of the static stance began to surge again.

Just before re‑entering the static stance, the Divine Emperor surprisingly asked Xisi back:

"Is this not simple for you?"

After speaking, the Divine Emperor's body was sealed again, and Kiriman and Luojia looked at Xisi with puzzlement.

Does Xisi have that capability?

Xisi was also stunned, then thought seriously, gradually beginning to understand.

"What did the Divine Emperor just mean?"

"It means that the First Saint Lord now can accomplish what Washituoer can only achieve by relying on Longlin Star?"

The scene fell silent; confirming the Divine Emperor had fully returned to slumber, Tula Zhen could no longer hold back and asked.

And the surrounding Kiriman and Luojia, originally puzzled, also suddenly began to catch on as they listened to Tula Zhen's question.

"Of course not; at present, throughout the galaxy, only Washituoer can manage this, everyone else finds it difficult."

Kiriman shook his head in reply to Tula Zhen, but hearing this answer only deepened Tula Zhen's confusion.

He wanted to ask again, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't even know how to start.

Only when the Xisi ahead finally understood what the Divine Emperor meant did he step up to the Golden Throne, casually find a step, and sit down.

"I need to go to Subspace."

After Xisi finished speaking, he closed his eyes, and Luojia and Kiriman nearby, hearing this, paid no heed to any titles.

They immediately positioned themselves to his left and right, becoming Xisi's guardians.

Then Tula Zhen looked up at the Divine Emperor seated above, while Luojia and Kiriman, the two Original Bodies, guarded on either side.

Only Xisi remained seated, eyes closed, venturing within.

Later, Tula Zhen's confusion was finally clarified by Luojia:

"Since only Washituoer can do it."

"Then just have Washituoer help!"

Washituoer? Help?

Tula Zhen's eyes widened even more:

"Then Washituoer… on what basis would he help?"

"Right! On what grounds do I help you?"

In Subspace, Xisi used his projection to manifest a temporary body.

At this moment, the Washituoer before him stared blankly at the suddenly arrived Xisi, his face equally puzzled.

Meanwhile, Xisi watched his Divine Light wane dramatically, forcibly contending with the Seven Gods, and the Washituoer who still hadn't won, and without any hesitation, directly asked Washituoer a question.

Facing the Subspace embodiment of Washituoer, amid the surging iron‑colored Divine Light, Xisi looked at Washituoer and slowly began:

"Washituoer."

"Do you want to ascend to godhood or not?"

A puzzled expression froze on Washituoer's face as he stared blankly at Xisi, who was asking him earnestly.

If it were some unknown minor evil spirit, or even those other seven old beings, daring to ask him this question.

Washituoer immediately wanted to bring his huge iron hammer down on their faces!

But the one asking now is Xisi, and although Washituoer truly cannot imagine how Xisi could possibly achieve that, after a moment of daze he chose to remain silent.

Washituoer calmly looked at Xisi, and Xisi, seeing that Washituoer did not immediately launch an angry rebuttal, knew he had already succeeded for the most part.

In reality, Xisi has no way to make Washituoer ascend to godhood instantly.

If it were truly a divine rank that could stand shoulder to shoulder with the Seven Great Evil Gods, let alone whether Xisi could do it, even if it were possible.

Given Washituoer's Subspace nature as a "vicious creation," his divine rank doesn't even compare to Om Messiah!

Let alone the supreme conceptual divine rank of the Four Gods.

Therefore, even if Washituoer truly ascended, unless he devoured Om Messiah's divine rank, even as a god he would still be a tier below the Seven Great Evil Gods, perhaps two tiers lower.

This is why Washituoer has been desperately seeking ancient artifacts; this massive gap has forced him to scramble for solutions in the physical universe.

Now, faced with this reality, Washituoer cannot figure out how to break the deadlock, so he is even more curious about how Xisi intends to achieve what he mentioned.

Xisi looked at Washituoer's body, equipped with gears, mechanical wings, an iron hammer, and other mechanical constructs.

After scrutinizing him for a while, Xisi finally asked the second question.

"Washituoer, in a sense... you could be considered a vehicle, right?"

Ascending to godhood is for power, so if I give you Hundredfold power, wouldn't that suffice?

Washituoer: "???"

Gears, wings, evil dragon.

This is Washituoer's general form.

Although Xisi's words are somewhat disdainful, if you insist on calling Washituoer a mount, it's not impossible.

Similarly, regarding the Divine Emperor's massive physique, as long as the Divine Emperor and Xisi both accept the riding form of "the Divine Emperor carrying Xisi into the charge," it also fits this theory~

Then, under Washituoer's increasingly puzzled and dissatisfied stare, Xisi's Subspace avatar lightly leapt and landed onto Washituoer's body.

"Don't argue yet; just acknowledge it in your heart for one second, and after that second, answer me."

Xisi sat on Washituoer's back, and while Washituoer was about to rage and go berserk, he presented his final request.

Although Washituoer was deeply dissatisfied inside, faced with Xisi's condition and that unbelievable reward—something even Abadon could tolerate—Washituoer, after a brief silence, silently closed his eyes.

One second.

Indeed, just one second.

But that second came with the Subspace's sudden Hundredfold surge of an iron‑colored blazing sun.

In Washituoer's suddenly widened eyes, only an extreme brightness remained, divine power densely converging into a lightning...

Iron‑red thunderbolt!