Chapter 258: Burning Galaxy

The 31st millennium of humanity, year 14.

Or expressed in an even older way:

AD 30014.

This year, Helusu officially launched an invasion of Terra!

The two‑century‑long Great Expedition's achievements were destroyed in a matter of years.

Once‑rationality and light have been stained with blood by ever‑increasing death.

Subspace churns with unprecedented towering waves, and the evil god's grimace echoes through the endless void.

The galaxy is burning!

Seven legions have defected, and half the galaxy has fallen.

Mortal crowds as vast as smoke seas, mutants, and cultists pour endlessly toward the Rebel Forces.

Countless Star Realm Armies, group after group, massed in formation under the War General.

Forge World's production runs at full capacity; the Mechanical Church issues orders to billions of servitors, demanding the furnace fire blaze at its peak and the supply line on the conveyor never pause.

Weapons, artillery, armor, and vehicles are loaded onto merchant ships without pause.

Taogang, refined gold, Phosphorus, and molded steel become warships that sail into the void.

The Divine Machine strides with its massive body, accompanied by a sea of armor numbering in the tens of thousands beneath its feet, strolling in the sunset's afterglow.

Eight‑rayed stars tower welded above the Titan's head, while volcanic cannons on its arms surge with exaggerated heat.

From afar, black banners inscribed with profane scriptures drift over Nest City; amid frantic prayers across the sky, the planetary Governors resolutely carry out Helusu's orders.

They swear that every mortal in their world must sacrifice everything for the War General's grand cause.

Thus mortals take up a gun and are loaded onto merchant ships like cargo.

Later, under the relentless torment of Chaos priests, their eyes fill with bloodshot veins, and their hearts twist with raging fire.

In the end, these warships, armies, vehicles, and mortals from half a galaxy converge under the banner named War General on a scale unimaginable in the past ten thousand years or the next ten thousand.

Then, following that flag, the entire force ignites its engines, gathers a sea of light, and formally sets course for Terra!

Oppressed mutants and beast‑people roar madly, demanding that Terra be erased completely.

Even Subspace is gathering!

Amid towering, terrifying waves that stretch beyond sight, endless evil demons gather before the towering Four Gods.

They grind evil blades again and again, and under the sway of the retreating net‑path war demons, the densely packed crowd continuously shouts and howls.

Ahead of them, a blasphemous rite by Chaos priests is slowly tearing the veil, preparing to usher endless demons into the real universe.

Impatient demons, under the Four Gods' will, become demonic engines, flapping their massive black‑steel wings inside the warship hangar.

Then the hangar doors open, and countless Hell fire‑dragons, their steel bodies drenched in blood‑red, demonic flames, surge out of the warships like black clouds.

Carrying the increasingly frenzied cheers of surrounding cultists, they recklessly transmit Subspace's roar into a galaxy they should never have set foot in.

Now, as Helusu's painstakingly planned army finally takes shape and sails toward Terra.

Along the way, worlds that still choose loyalty to the Empire either switch allegiances before Helusu arrives,

or become scorched earth after Helusu's arrival.

In this situation, the only thing the steadfast loyalists can do is, before their own subordinates betray them, fire a single bullet to prove their loyalty to the Empire.

Then, beside the bodies of the loyalists, Helusu's banner is swiftly raised.

At this moment, before Terra burns, all Helusu leaves the Empire is despair…

In this circumstance, the actions of the loyalist faction seem no longer that important.

Fragmented star‑messages convey increasingly vague information.

Even Terra has lost all hope for any reinforcements mentioned in the messages.

Thus, when the entire galaxy's gaze is drawn to Helusu's massive army,

the scenes occurring on Markurag in the eastern star region far from Terra not only fail to attract attention, but Markurag itself is completely forgotten.

Only…

Markurag's splendor is no less than Helusu's!!!

Warships, converge the ring!

Ten stars, aligned to eclipse the sun!

Even from orbit, the magnificent plaza is clearly visible, with countless square formations neatly arranged.

All five hundred worlds are fully mobilized; the Aotulama Auxiliary Army, clad in fine gear, streams continuously from the five hundred worlds, solemnly marching toward the Yunxuji.

At the same time, tens of thousands of Extreme Warriors, clad in brand‑new blue Power Armor, emerge from Markurag's densely packed gene‑mod labs, becoming an Astarte that brings infinite despair to the enemy.

But these alone do not represent Markurag's current grandeur.

Because at this very moment, atop the Aolake ship's spine at the front of the warfleet, guarded by ten star‑craft behind it,

Xisi stands before his towering statue, facing the void behind him, with Markurag beneath his feet, and raises his hand slightly in signal.

"Long live!"

"Waaagh!"

Two voices explode in unison as Xisi lifts his hand.

Behind them, the sea of ships—still spewing junk vessels into the sky—randomly fire cannons with deafening blasts as the Sith Kids' fervor erupts.

Beneath them, tens of thousands of gray heralds, also clad in brand‑new armor, kneel in unison, shouting "Our lord!"

Around them stands the Xisi Legion, slightly under‑equipped but with fierce faces.

A regular Star Realm Army, before entering battle, has at most ten to fifteen years of full‑time training.

Now, this Xisi Legion, which Kiriman and his two companions once regarded as cannon fodder, stands beside the Aotulama Auxiliary Army, fierce and cold, bearing fifty years of intensive training that ordinary human legions could never imagine.

And with their numbers far exceeding those of the auxiliary forces, they deliver absolute crushing force upon them!

Perhaps Xisi's forces do not have the countless cultists and mutant armies of Helusu.

But as a regular field legion, the Xisi Legion and the Ultramar Auxiliary Army are sufficient to look down upon all mortal forces under Helusu.

Even with Helusu's vast cultists and mutants, accompanied by the earth-shaking cheers of Ultramar beneath their feet, Xisi's gaze directly turns toward the nearby battle moon.

Thereupon, the green frenzy completely covered the once-gray battle moon in green!

When the Sith Kids saw Xisi directing his gaze at them, they immediately fervently raised their cleavers, Great Axes, and Trash Guns, repeatedly shouting 'Great Waaagh'; many of the kids even shoved each other, wanting to step on their companions' bodies to bring themselves closer to Xisi's gaze.

Amid this crowding and scramble, the green frenzy almost visibly turned into a huge wave.

Even Helusu's supposedly unique subspace engine.

At this very moment on Longlin Star, there are also countless nefarious factories, amidst rolling toxic smoke and scorching flames, personally delivered by Washituoer to Xisi's forces.

Xisi will lead this legion to Terra to directly confront Helusu.

It will not only be a war of the real universe, but also a war between A-space Demons!

Does the galaxy have only loyalists and rebels?

No!

The galaxy also has the Xisi faction!