Chapter 246: Do You Really Believe That Thing Is Useful?

In the void.

The merchant fleet laden with supplies docked beside Aolake and other giant warships.

Rows upon rows of transport aircraft continuously hurled massive amounts of supplies onto those giant warships.

Thanks to the enormous size of those warships, the supplies on the merchant ships had no trouble being stored.

"The supplies are a bit excessive; this resupply, at our current scale, will cover our expenses for the next hundred years!"

On Aolake's bridge, Fanluosi, holding the latest supply report, reported to Xisi.

Around them, Washituoer and other attendants were either seated or standing.

In the crowd, Bunoke, who had returned to 30K, still harbored a faint fear of the Emperor in his eyes.

He dreaded another ten‑thousand‑year wait.

At that moment, hearing this, he couldn't help but stare blankly.

He carefully glanced out the port window at the massive nine battle moons and Longlin Star, then looked at the merchant fleet—numerous, yet only enough to fill a single satellite—and felt an instinctive doubt.

"This much j*** of supplies, enough for a hundred years for us?"

Still 'refined and easygoing', Xisi silently glanced at Bunoke, feeling that ever since he cursed the Divine Emperor, he had completely let loose.

Now, only when answering Xisi can he hold back a bit; otherwise, he truly speaks eloquently!

In contrast, Fanluosi, who had waited for tens of thousands of years, showed not a hint of emotion on his face.

"Our forces are massive, but the number that actually need food is quite small."

"Not to mention those ten starships, even on Aolake, nearly half the crew have been replaced by demonic entities that neither eat nor drink, and revive automatically upon starvation."

"What about those damn green giants? Their damn excrement exceeds their food intake!"

Bunoke immediately retorted, Fanluosi was utterly speechless, while Xisi took the initiative to speak, hoping to wrap this up quickly.

"Green Skin needs food, but its logistical supply relies mainly on self‑production and self‑consumption."

Xisi quickly outlined Green Skin's logistical issues, leaving Bunoke speechless.

What does Green Skin eat? Primarily fungi and Shiguge.

Fungi are the vegetable dish, and Shiguge is the meat dish.

Fungi can proliferate wildly in Green Skin's feces, corpses, and all sorts of decaying matter.

Meanwhile, Shiguge, no matter what you feed it, only grows meat.

Among these, feces and corpses—'proper' biomass—are considered rare delicacies for Shiguge, whereas most days it subsists on scrap metal, chemical waste, and industrial trash.

Of course, this isn't Green Skin deliberately targeting Shiguge; after all, in Green Skin's recipes, they believe that the green, smoking, gurgling chemical waste that can launch a big Rocket is quite energizing when consumed!

Moreover, thanks to Green Skin's extraordinary photosynthesis, even if they eat nothing they can bask in sunlight and feel full; Bunoke's remark that 'they excrete more than they eat' is not mere sarcasm.

It is a fact Bunoke discovered in his daily observations that left him astonished!

In other words, they feed on the void through photosynthesis.

The Green Skin species follows the rule: the more they eat, the more they excrete; the more they excrete, the more food they attract; the more food they have, the more they excrete!

Self‑production, self‑consumption, spiraling upward!

In Green Skin's lexicon, the concept of logistics barely exists!

"Moreover, the industrial demons on Longlin Star don't need to eat, so the only ones who require these supplies are the humans aboard Aolake."

After Xisi finished speaking, Bunoke finally fell silent for once.

It must be said, as the Ancient Saint's ultimate biological weapon against Star Gods and Dead Spirits.

From any angle, Green Skin is simply god‑defying!

In Subspace, regional networks never decay; logistics benefit from photosynthetic self‑production; technology is driven by My Thought's unreasonable logic; racial amplification works as long as there's enough Waaagh.

Even the species' evolution possesses a Terran‑like ability, growing stronger the more it fights based on the opponent's strength!

Finally, even after completing all war missions, the Ancient Saint, even if it does nothing, will see Green Skin automatically degenerate and weaken due to lack of combat platforms.

No matter how you look at it, it remains a clean and efficient war weapon.

Thus, in the later stage of the ancient great war, the dead at their peak had no recourse; they resorted to a total slumber, refusing to fight Green Skin, waiting for Green Skin to lose its platforms, and gradually regressed from Ancient Beastmen to the current Green Skin.

Otherwise, if it were Ancient Beastmen at full strength combined with these myriad god‑defying configurations, the Emperor's Astart would render genetic engineering unfit even to provide shoes for the Ancient Saint!

Even the Original Body, without the Subspace essence boost, during the Ancient Saint–Star God war, was truly just frontline elite Ancient Beastmen cannon fodder!

"Alright, after loading these supplies onto the ships, we can just wait for the troops here."

"According to the rebel navy's word, a rebel Juntuán should arrive any moment now."

Xisi signed and filed the supply list Fanluosi handed over.

Those nearby perked up at the news, and were about to ask where the rebel fleet emerged from, when Xisi, having just finished signing, suddenly looked up toward a distant direction with a sense of realization.

Also looking that way was Washituoer, a Subspace Demigod like himself.

Because in a place unseen by others, Xisi clearly sensed a prayer from his own followers!

Unlike before, without Subspace projection, now that Xisi possesses Subspace projection, he can receive prayers from sufficiently devout followers.

And now, such a prayer is traveling through Subspace, rapidly approaching him while continuously resonating!

At this moment, Xisi looked toward that direction.

In Subspace.

A fleet of Death Guard ships was speeding forward.

These warships have begun to gradually break away from normal physical universal laws.

As vessels fallen into Nacou, their hulls sprouted vast patches of rotting flesh, and the Macro Cannon churned with 'cannonballs' formed by the Nacou spirit corps.

Coupled with constantly bubbling pus sacs, these ships increasingly resembled flying corpses rather than warships!

Inside one of those corpses, at the lowest deck, a Harbinger lay on an operating table, his body swathed in horrific rotting sores.

Next to him stood a towering, corpulent, feces‑colored Astart.

He held in his hand the new pathogen he had carefully prepared, looking with contempt at the Faithful before him.

Still praying?

Taifengsi's face was full of mockery as he splashed the pathogen onto the Faithful's already severely rotting body, all the while enjoying the appreciation and kindness of the Father Who Accepts Filth behind him.

Come to think of it, you guys are pretty stupid.

Your rebellion, and yet you didn't rebel.

The reason is still that you found the true god?!

Then tell me, in your current state, you've been praying on my ship for so long, your god......

Where is it?

Taifengsi spoke and laughed, watching his pathogen make this Faithful who refused to yield, who clung to faith in Xisi, become even more hideously rotted.

Just then, as he was about to say a few more words, the Faithful on the operating table suddenly opened his eyes!

Divine Light...

began to spread!