Chapter 250: The Second Empire

All die‑hard Chaos loyalists are to be shot dead on the spot.

Any rebel soldiers who have taken part in any profane ritual must also be shot dead in full.

The list doesn't need to be shown to me; issue it directly.

On the planet's surface, Xisi walked briskly.

A massive group of followers trailed behind; as Xisi began to speak, the attendants, eyes on the thick pile of lists in their hands, turned away without hesitation.

Then, on a nearby clearing, a group of kneeling rebel Astarte and cult army members had their heads blown off in terror.

All were terrified, with no expectation or madness of returning to the evil god after death.

Because directly opposite the executed, Washituoer's industrial demon, one‑on‑one, seized those traitors' souls on the spot and carried out a second round of Subspace executions!

That scene completely crushed the morale of the Panbian Juntuán, leaving only boundless terror in their hearts.

"Make way first."

Amid the alternating gunfire, Xisi suddenly stepped aside, still issuing orders to those behind him.

Everyone hurriedly moved to both sides; among them, Luojia not only moved extremely quickly but also cast an even more reverent gaze at Xisi.

A multitude of servomechs and demonic entities were released, and now they were carrying the severely wounded Astarte toward a distant clearing.

These Astarte who had been lying on the ground awaiting death now received the best field dressings for their wounds, as well as food supplies and simple surgeries.

Now the large group of recovering wounded are being continuously loaded onto Yunxuji, then transported to the Aolake above.

There they will receive top‑tier treatment inside Aolake!

Watching another Yunxuji packed with casualties roar into the sky and finally become a pinpoint merging into the Aolake in orbit, Xisi only then withdrew his gaze and continued toward his evacuation point.

"There are still casualties; every wounded must be rescued with utmost effort."

Xisi kept walking while speaking, and those beside him immediately nodded in response; then Xisi thought for a moment and suddenly looked to the other side:

"What about the Extreme Warriors? How are they doing now?"

This time Luojia hurriedly replied:

"When the Extreme Warriors spotted our battle moon, they fully retreated and have now broken off contact with our forces."

Xisi glanced, then withdrew his gaze; leading Luojia and a few close followers into the Yunxuji, he ordered the attendants left behind to sweep up:

"The wounded Extreme Warriors must also receive care; when we head to Terra, I will need every soldier capable of fighting!"

After speaking, the Yunxuji began to rise slowly.

Luojia stood at the tail, watching the world below shrink continuously.

And the situation that moments ago was desperate but now dramatically improved; on his face was only an increasingly steadfast devotion to Xisi.

Of course, compared with Luojia's simple piety, the others—Fanluosi and others, even Washituoer—watched Luojia with some unease.

After all, once they thought of Luojia as the future Golden‑Word Messenger, they could no longer view him with the same eyes as before.

Instead, Luojia sensed something off in the cabin atmosphere, thought for a moment, and looked at Xisi:

"Sir, where are we heading next?"

After speaking, Luojia, fearing Xisi might misunderstand and make a wrong decision, quickly added:

"Our legion has suffered heavy losses, and most battlecruisers are battered; whatever we do next, I suggest we first conduct repairs."

Luojia spoke, and just as he finished, Xisi stared at the shrinking star‑map projection inside the cabin, his gaze fixed silently on the Star Torch that, though not in Terra, still glittered.

"We... are going to Makurag."

How could the founding ceremony of the Empire be complete without my Dream Illusion Vessel?!

Extreme Star Region, Makurag!

As the capital of the Five Hundred Worlds and the homeworld of the Extreme Warriors.

Here boasts a standard of living that, across the entire Human Empire from the 30K to 40K eras, is absolutely superior.

No dirty, cramped, oppressive Nest City.

Only a vast, bright city under a deep blue sky.

Countless hover‑cars streak between towering skyscrapers like ribbons of light.

Its traffic is so busy that the light bridge formed entirely of hover‑cars never disappears throughout the year.

Hundreds of billions of people live across five hundred prosperous worlds, along with countless barren planets and asteroid belts surrounding them.

Abundant population, advanced administration, vast resources, and absolute unity—these elements, all stemming from the Extreme Warrior traits—combine to make Kiriman able to tower over all legions!

It is also Kiriman's audacity to establish a second Empire in the Eastern Star Region, unafraid of Helusu, who could flatten Terra.

Now, on the surface of Makurag, the core world of the Five Hundred Worlds.

Countless humans are shouting jubilantly across the sky.

Dark Angels, Holy Blood Angels, and Extreme Warriors—three Astarte legions—march side by side along the grand boulevard.

Accompanied by endless flowers and ribbons, Sheng Jilesi serves as Regent, Lai'ang Zhuangsen as War General, and Kiriman as Governor, as three ornate parade vehicles glide slowly down the avenue.

Along the road, besides the massive Aote Lamma auxiliary troops maintaining order, there are also many newly‑clad Extreme Warrior recruits in fresh Power Armor.

Because of Helusu's scheming, Kiriman's Extreme Warriors suffered extremely heavy losses during this period.

Almost all veterans were wiped out; now over ninety‑five percent of the Extreme Warriors are freshly recruited.

This is also why Sheng Jilesi and Lai'ang Zhuangsen both support Kiriman in establishing the second Empire.

The current situation has deteriorated to an intolerable degree.

If we don't consider other measures, we'll be picked apart by Helusu.

And the war‑torn Five Hundred Worlds, because the three great Original Bodies gathered, erupted in uplifting cheers.

But unlike the surrounding people's jubilant cheers, beneath the countless flowers and ribbons, Kiriman, Sheng Jilesi, and Lai'ang Zhuangsen wore deeply furrowed brows.

Because, relative to their own 'great treason' of founding a second Empire, they are now tormented by mounting pressure from the ever‑increasing intelligence gathered.

Even where no one can see, the three Original Bodies continue to communicate via Communicator, constantly using this time to exchange information.

It wasn't until the touring carriage finally arrived at the destination that the surrounding cheers began to fade, and instead a sense of oppression spread through the air.

The three Kiriman finally collected their thoughts, directing their attention to today's final scene, which was also the most important.

Sheng Jilesi was the first to step down from the touring carriage, followed by Lai'ang Zhuangsen and Kiriman.

The three walked side by side to the highest point, with fresh flowers and ribbons overhead, and a sea of people and an army beneath their feet.

Then the three exchanged glances; Sheng Jilesi stepped forward voluntarily, raising Kiriman's and Lai'ang Zhuangsen's arms high.

Beneath the Dream Illusion Vessel that suddenly appeared overhead, Sheng Jilesi spoke loudly:

"Long live the Second Empire!!!"