Chapter 254: Your Ship, My Home

Extreme Warriors always keep 250,000 on hand.

And no matter how many times the whole army is annihilated, Kiriman can instantly pull another fresh 250,000 from the five hundred worlds.

Thus, even without a full mobilization, Kiriman at least always has 500,000 Astarte ready.

Now, although the brutal clash between Extreme Warriors and the Orators has also incurred heavy losses, Kiriman without hesitation turns and summons another 500,000.

And he does so without the kind of demonstrative, in‑depth introduction that Luojia would give, just stating it plainly.

As if 500,000 Astarte were a completely casual matter.

But Kiriman's rebuttal to Luojia, which even overwhelms Luojia, instantly silences the already shocked Saint Jiles and Lai'ang Zhuangsen beside him.

Then they suddenly realize why the Four Gods and the Divine Emperor are targeting these two.

If these two could stand on the same side, the remaining legions, whether under the Divine Emperor or the Four Gods, would seriously consider just handing them all over to the other side.

All they need are the Orators and the Extreme Warriors.

Because of just these few short sentences from the two, Xisi can bring the Astarte rushing to Terra, instantly reaching a massive 800,000!

Although this does not yet include Dark Angels and Holy Blood Angels, even combined the two sides amount to only a few ten‑thousands.

Lai'ang Zhuangsen and Saint Jiles even think they might be standing a bit too far forward.

With this power gap, they should damn well be in the third echelon!

Then they look with a hint of amusement at Luojia, who is instantly frozen by the 500,000 figure.

Luojia opens his mouth several times, trying to rebut Kiriman.

But he knows his own limits; within the same time frame, 300,000 Astarte is truly his ceiling.

No matter how he argues, he cannot win against the absolute numbers.

But this does not mean the Orators are truly inferior to the Extreme Warriors.

It's just that while pursuing a rational 30K, Luojia's idealistic mass‑recruiting is indeed less effective than Kiriman's.

If the prevailing idealism were at 40K, Luojia could instead pin Kiriman to the ground.

Luojia grits his teeth and withdraws his gaze from Kiriman, and the group, watching the two split the outcome, cast an even more amused look at Xisi.

After all, this is a joint operation; naturally, the strongest determines who has the confidence to lead the coalition.

Although Xisi possesses ten star‑cruisers and the super‑massive battleship Aolake.

If the ground forces consist only of Luojia's 300,000 Orators, the division of command becomes very ambiguous.

Even though the three Kiriman commanders' flagship fleet is far inferior to Xisi's, they still have three Radiant Queens plus the regular fleets of three legions.

Even if their space power is weaker than Xisi's, they are not at an absolute disadvantage.

Therefore, now Xisi must also play his trump card, proving he has the absolute confidence to lead the coalition!

The three Kiriman say nothing, but their glances already convey that meaning.

And Xisi, knowing it is his turn, does not hesitate and looks at the other core members behind Luojia.

The first to step forward are Fanluosi and Bunoke.

As the representative of the mortal forces, Fanluosi calmly says:

"Using the Orators' fleet, we dispatched a large number of conscription officers, and have now mobilized roughly one hundred billion mortals from these thousand war‑torn worlds."

"The first batch of ten billion new recruits is already in position."

"According to the plan, they will undergo full‑time training over the next six months."

Fanluosi speaks, but the three Kiriman show no exaggerated reaction.

After all, even a force of unprecedented 30K, let alone 40K, can often exceed a hundred billion in a single Revelation, and even counting the full hundred billion Fanluosi mentioned, it would only suffice for at most ten Revelations.

Thus, Fanluosi's mortal troops do not attract the attention of the three Kiriman.

The three Kiriman are even speechless, given the contrast with the well‑equipped, long‑trained Autramas auxiliary forces.

Fanluosi's hundred‑billion mortal auxiliary army, besides possessing faith and sheer numbers, is deemed by them unfit even to fetch shoes for the Autramas auxiliary troops, let alone match them in equipment or training duration.

The hundred‑billion mortals Xisi mobilized, in their eyes at this moment, seem more like cannon fodder recruited on a whim of faith to be sent to their deaths.

Xisi gives the three Kiriman no further explanation; after all, they only need to wait six months, and even without fighting, the training experience alone will be enough for the three Kiriman to understand the full picture!

After Fanluosi finishes and steps back, Washituoer casually glances at the three Kiriman and says more succinctly:

"Fifty million Industrial Demons, dead they automatically resurrect."

Fewest in number, their combat power lies between mortals and Astarte.

Initially the three Kiriman, hearing only fifty million, looked even more dismissive, but Washituoer's follow‑up, 'dead they automatically resurrect',

made their hearts skip a beat.

Then they look toward Xisi with a solemn gaze.

Even excluding mortals, just the 300,000 Orators plus the locked‑in fifty million Industrial Demons already prove that Xisi's power is the absolute top within the coalition.

And this, even without counting the Sith Kid.

After Washituoer finishes and casually steps back, everyone finally turns their gaze to the nine Ancient Beastmen led by the One‑Arm Kid.

The ensuing scene immediately freezes the crowd.

Fanluosi and the others are fine, after all it's not their first time seeing this.

But when the three Kiriman see nine Green‑Skinned figures wearing inexplicably sourced glasses, sitting together, stroking their chins in serious discussion, occasionally uttering 'I think that's reasonable',

they wonder if they're seeing things!

Of course, at this moment the Loyal Party's Four Gods still know little, otherwise they would have already raged at Jianqi.

Only after the One‑Arm Kid finishes discussing with the other eight Ancient Beastmen does he turn around solemnly and address Xisi:

"In six months, we can have several thousand ships and several hundred billion youngsters."

The numbers are huge, though they're all cannon‑fodder junk boats and three‑month‑old Green‑Skin 'infants'.

Yet this completely quashes the three Kiriman's thoughts of claiming command of the coalition.

It was only the one‑armed kid's words, and it was not yet the end.

"Then every three months, the kid and the junk ship double."

Kiriman: "???"

If we say that previously there was only the lack of desire to vie for command, then this meeting is doubting what kind of team one actually joined.

Is this a matter of whether we can face Helusu in a direct battle?

This is whether Helusu can face Xisi in a direct battle!

Only this kind of insane troop‑spawning speed can show the confidence to match the numbers of the Terran.

After doing all this, when Xisi again looked at the three Kirimans, without much hesitation Kiriman honestly bowed his head to Xisi, showing obedience to Xisi's command of the allied forces.

Then, as Xisi was about to say some polite words for Kiriman and the others to go back and prepare, an Extreme Warrior and a speaker hurriedly ran in from the perimeter.

I thought it was just another little interlude, but Xisi listened casually, then his eyes widened, looking very surprised at the Aolake overhead.

To be precise, it was a person attempting to "move" from the Lai'ang Zhuangsen flagship to Xisi's flagship.

And Xisi suddenly recalled that at this moment, Makurag, there were not only these few Original Bodies in front of him!

Looking up at the Aolake overhead, a strange voice echoed in Xisi's ears:

"Your ship."

"My home~"