Chapter 245: Just Ten Ships—What

"Quick!"

"Everyone must move!"

"I want every ship, every person, to be ready!"

The General, excited, organized all his troops to prepare for battle at full force; he even pushed his power to the limit, preparing a full ten‑plus meteors in one go.

At the same time, behind those meteors, warships were also arranged, ready to get close and deliver a barrage directly to Xisi.

But amid the bustle, the adjutant would occasionally recall this suddenly appearing warship, constantly feeling that something was off.

"Sir, I think something's wrong."

"They have an Empire ship; why send a Green Skin out to scout?"

The adjutant finally could no longer contain his doubt and went to the General.

The General, upon hearing this, was momentarily stunned, then wore a look of obvious certainty.

"I see the few leaders on the Bridge; they don't look like Green Skin either."

"Maybe they're some subhumans brought from elsewhere?"

After saying that, the General ignored the adjutant and continued to devote himself entirely to preparing his meteors.

The adjutant, looking at this explanation, also frowned, thinking that saying it that way wasn't out of the question.

Just as he was about to turn, a shrill alarm sounded, and an A-space Fluctuation came from nearby; Aolake was finally about to jump into this star system.

"Quick! Activate the meteors immediately!"

The General hurriedly gave the order, and the meteors and warships that had been prepared in advance immediately fired up their engines, wildly increasing speed, ready for Aolake's front leg to emerge and its rear leg to slam into the meteors.

And everything indeed seemed to be proceeding exactly as the General had planned.

The meteors' speed kept increasing, almost turning them into a cannonball.

And Xisi strictly followed the initial agreement, appearing precisely at the designated spot.

Then, even without activating the scanner, everyone on the warship sensed something was wrong.

"The space fluctuation in front of the meteors, could it be...?"

"A bit too big???"

A group of fleet personnel behind the meteors stared blankly at the successive space fluctuations emanating from the meteors' tops.

After all, the void before them now surged wildly like a lake's surface.

The scale of this surge was so massive that even those hiding behind the meteors could see it clearly.

Then, just as the General and everyone in the fleet felt increasingly uneasy, the meteors ahead suddenly decelerated!

Startled, the General quickly looked, and seeing that the meteors were experiencing a massive impact rather than disintegration, he let out a huge sigh of relief.

"Good, it's an impact!"

"We made it!"

The General was overjoyed; he couldn't believe that after being struck by a dozen meteors, Aolake could still be as steady as a mountain.

But when the General turned his head joyfully to look at the followers behind him, their faces hadn't even had time to show joy; they stared at the scene of the meteors shattering, and everyone's eyes simultaneously widened.

In those gazes, the General saw only the incomprehensible terror in his followers' eyes!

The General was stunned; he didn't even have the courage to turn back and look right away.

Only when the distant starlight reflected on the Bridge was slowly covered by a shadow did the General dry his mouth and slowly turn his neck.

Turning back, what came into view was a massive satellite, countless times larger than the meteors, still expanding.

Expanding?

No, not expanding.

It's this satellite rolling toward us!

On the warship, after the General realized, his complexion turned ghostly white in an instant.

At the same time, he watched the battle moon drawing nearer, and his warship began to be tugged by gravity, shaking uncontrollably.

All he could see in his eyes was terror at what this thing was.

Although before the Great Rebellion, humanity had already witnessed the Green Skin's ultimate creation, the "battle moon."

In the first Ulanor battle, the Emperor and Helusu cooperated, barely defeating the opponent.

But such morale‑crushing news the Empire chose to conceal.

Thus, the General had never even imagined in his mind that a celestial‑sized warship of such magnitude could exist in the galaxy!

Especially as he watched the battle moon draw nearer, the surface awash with countless exaggerated‑caliber cannons, and within the ground fortress, innumerable fanatical Green Skin.

The General finally realized how lucky he was!

Nine battle moons, an ancient holy ship, an Ancient Saint artifact.

So many great deities serving only him; not even War General Helusu, let alone the Divine Emperor, gets such treatment!

At this moment, with the battle moon constantly closing in, it finally slowed to a halt just before making contact.

Only then did the General notice that the people around him were all casting silent gazes.

Even as the General swept his gaze, he could see many silently retracting their Chaos insignia, changing their attire back to the Loyal faction!

"Sir, still changing sides?"

An adjutant asked, and everyone, including the General, stared at him with utter speechlessness.

"Asking that question at this moment."

"Kid, you're greener than a Green Skin!"

The crowd was speechless; the General, once he made clear what he had actually encountered, hurried to strip his own Chaos insignia before his own men could fire and kill him.

"Quick, take me to see Lord Sisi!"

At this moment on Aolake's Bridge, Xisi was both laughing and crying at the news coming from the battle moon.

"Father, someone just threw mud at me!"

In the combat Moon, an Ancient Beastman resentfully transmitted a communication to Xisi aboard Aolake.

Seeing the meteor that struck the combat Moon, leaving not even a splash and shattering outright, Xisi truly didn't know how to respond.

It wasn't until the General and his subordinates boarded the ship a second time that Xisi forced back his laughter and feigned confusion:

"Why are they throwing meteors at us again?"

"Ah... mainly, they wanted to give the adult another surprise."

"Oh? A surprise?"

Xisi pretended to be interested, and the General quickly spoke:

"Yes, a surprise!"

The General pointed at the densely packed supply fleet far outside the porthole and forced a smile:

"We were afraid the adult would see, so we used a meteor to block it. We heard the royal army arrived, everyone got especially excited, prepared a large amount of supplies and are waiting for the adult to take them."

Seeing that the supply fleet indeed hadn't fled, Xisi nodded in satisfaction, feeling his acting with them wasn't in vain.

Soon, under Xisi's order and the General's cooperation, a batch of supplies originally intended for Helusu's resupply and for the Terra siege was continuously poured into Xisi's ten celestial ships.

And the General, who had escaped death a second time, when he returned to his Bridge, his face had completely lost its color.

Until the Deputy Officer beside him forced himself to speak:

"Sir, how shall we report to the War General?"

The General, whose face was originally pale, was suddenly startled, anxiously glanced around, made sure no one heard, then glared back in angry surprise:

"What War General? Don't speak nonsense, I don't know him!"

"We are a perfectly upright loyalist!"

Seeing the appearance of their own superior, the Deputy Officer was also left speechless.

After all, the General himself recalled the Emperor's favor in a flash, but earlier he had sent a communication to the nearby rebel fleet, informing them there was fat meat here.

The Deputy Officer thought, could the fat meat we passed over be... a bit too tough?!

Now, seeing his own General unwilling to continue contact, the Deputy Officer also had to shut up.

He only looked toward the direction of the approaching rebel fleet, a vast pity flashing in his eyes.

Meanwhile, in Subspace on the other side, the panic‑transmitted news from the merchant convoy was intercepted by the rebel fleet, and a Death Guard Company Commander leading the team seriously examined the captured message, his face indifferent.

Tai Fengsi casually tossed the report aside, glanced at the fleet he had brought, his expression nonchalant:

"Only ten ships."

"What are you afraid of~"