Chapter 243: I Think You're Pretty Waaagh

A massive spacetime tunnel.

Longlin Star is at this end of 40K, and massive energy gushes from the entire massive celestial body, continuously flowing in to sustain the tunnel.

In the direction of Terra far away, densely packed, there are as many as two Unyielding fleets and a massive junk armada of the nine great Xisi Empire.

These forces are slowly receiving supplies and repairs from the 40K Empire.

And in the highly watched tunnel, a giant ship and ten star vessels follow the tunnel slowly into 30K.

Looking at this lineup, the onlookers on Terra behind show no concern for this 'small fleet' whose numbers have just reached double digits, only pity for the Rebel Forces that 30K will soon face.

There's nothing we can do; after all, the lead of this small fleet is the ancient holy ship Aolake, and the tail is the ancient saint artifact Longlin Star.

The nine combat moons in the middle aren't that unique, but precisely because they're not unique, combat moons are a mass‑producible unit.

Even if we truly hit a hard spot and lose a few, we only need to return the Ancient Beastmen to their Empire, and before long they can be deployed again.

And the people of Terra, fully aware of this, naturally have not the slightest worry for Xisi's small fleet, only pity and curiosity toward Helusu.

Pity Helusu has to face this small fleet.

Curious how 'radiant' Helusu's smile will be after the encounter.

Soon, as the trailing Longlin Star also slowly sails into the spacetime tunnel, accompanied by a ripple of spacetime, the tunnel closes again.

Then almost everyone in 40K instantly feels a dizziness, and many unfamiliar hazy memories suddenly surface in their minds.

But compared to the memories, what terrifies them more is the golden Throne deep in the palace behind, suddenly soaring with a burst of Divine Light!

30K, an unnamed star system.

In the distant void between star systems, ten giant ships are shrouded by endless darkness.

Standing on Aolake's Bridge, Xisi gazes at the distant glittering galaxy, feeling the greatly reduced spacetime repulsion of this return to 30K.

From behind comes a footstep, a massive heavy voice, indicating that a little giant is approaching:

"My lord, although the nearest star is still dozens of light‑years away, fortunately we haven't crashed straight into a star."

The towering Demigod Washituoer pushes through the crowd.

He looks at the freshly obtained intel and speaks.

In the crowd behind Xisi, besides Fanluosi and other veterans and nine Ancient Beastmen, the followers Luojia and Xiulun, whose influence on the timeline is huge, remain in 40K.

"We lack reference points for the exact location, so we cannot specify it yet; just now we dispatched many Green Skin scout ships from the combat moons to nearby star systems for reconnaissance, and we believe we will soon obtain a precise position."

Washituoer continues his briefing, and no one around tries to cut him off.

And Xisi looks at the nearby galaxy, thinks for a moment and still points to the nearest star:

"Send Aolake to the nearest star first, to see if there is a human colony there."

"If there is, we can directly contact Terra of 30K through them."

"Keep the combat moons and Longlin Star in place for now; after confirmation, have them come over to rendezvous."

Washituoer and the others raise no objections and soon begin executing Xisi's orders.

Aolake also slowly moves away from those ten star vessels, leaping toward the nearest star.

At this moment, in Xisi's target star system, a Green Skin scout ship dispatched not long ago is being surrounded by dozens of Imperial Navy warships.

Not far from those warships, armed merchant vessels packed with supplies are docked densely.

"Sir, to be clear, these Green Skin say they are the reconnaissance vanguard."

"Their mothership is about to head to our current star system right away."

A mortal Imperial Navy aide strides forward, followed by several Green Skin bound with ropes, muttering curses.

Opposite the aide stands a straight‑backed Admiral.

If one only looks at these, it feels like just a regular Imperial Navy unit.

But a slight observation of the surroundings reveals many Chaos Eight-Point Star insignia.

Accompanied by a faint metallic scent in the Bridge air, this is a rebel mortal navy under Helusu's command.

"Their mothership arriving soon?"

"Then..."

"Isn't that colliding right at my muzzle?"

The Admiral's mouth twists into a grim smile as he looks at the 'massive' fleet beside him and the massive military supplies looted under Helusu's orders not far away.

At this moment he feels the thrill of a main course followed by a dessert.

Although the scale of the Green Skin is unknown, seeing only a tiny boat and a scouting team of dozens of Green Skin...

By usual precedent, no matter how many Green Skin are behind, it still won't amount to much!

At this point Imperial humans have not yet deeply realized the absolute gap between Green Skin and human technology.

At this time, under the rational influence of Imperial truth, humans will still, after detailed scrutiny, incorporate alien technology.

Unlike 40K, where only the higher‑ups can critically employ it.

Thus, facing this rebel navy, the Green Skin are practically a piece of fat!

"Sir, shall we strike them again?"

The aide's face is full of anticipation, and the Admiral, without a second thought, nods, about to swing a hand to continue snacking, but hesitates.

He glances at the disgruntled Green Skin beside him, his expression turning helpless.

"Can you persuade these Green Skin to guide us?"

The aide also pauses, then nods.

"Whether it works or not, ask first."

After speaking, the aide goes to find the Green Skin, while the Admiral prepares to find a place to sit, waiting for the aide to grind it out.

But before he even sits down, the aide returns with a strange look.

Admiral: "He refused so outrightly?"

Deputy Officer: "It's not a refusal, it's... the agreement was quite straightforward."

Deputy Officer's face was full of oddness and awkwardness; he is still puzzling over how this group of Green Skin suddenly became so easy to talk to.

If they want to be taken to see their own mothership, then just take them to see their own mothership.

General was also a bit puzzled, stared blankly for a moment, then walked straight toward the Green Skin, preparing to verify it personally.

After another brief communication, it wasn't the General confirming, but the Sith Kid opposite, tied up in a big knot, repeatedly confirming:

"So you want me to take you to find our boss and have a fight?"

The Sith Kid's face no longer showed the initial rage, only a puzzled hesitation.

He stared blankly at the confirming General, and after receiving a positive reply, his head even tilted slightly backward.

Then he stared blankly for a while, finally confirming he hadn't misheard.

"Right! So, you're scared?"

General, fearing the Green Skin in front might backtrack, even subconsciously provoked them first.

Meanwhile, the Sith Kid also puzzled for a while, truly unable to understand what this group of humans were thinking, but still forced himself to set aside his doubt and looked seriously at the General.

"I'm not scared, I just think you're a shrimp..."

"Pretty Waaagh."