Chapter 259: Nine Moons?

"According to the plan, the Holy Blood Angel and Dark Angel legions must continue as originally scheduled."

"Shiwang will cut off Helusu's reinforcements, strike Helusu's logistics base and the Conscription World."

"Shengjilesi needs to return to defend Terra as soon as possible, lest Terra's defensive strength wane and cannot hold until we arrive."

"Aolake, a towering battle command room."

"Xisi stands before a several‑hundred‑meter‑wide sand‑table projection, issuing orders to Kiriman and Luojia behind him."

"Only when Xisi speaks do Kiriman and the others behind him remain somewhat stunned by the grandeur of the command room before them."

"After all, as the forthcoming decisive hub directing the massive war, this command room is even more grand and huge than Aolake's Bridge."

"It's not that Kiriman and his group have never seen such a large command room, but recalling Aolake right before them."

"It automatically reshaped within the hull into this massive chamber, and the many crew and servants inside are literally A‑space Demons, which is hard to comprehend."

"Until Xisi, seeing Kiriman's lack of response, frowned and repeated the line, prompting Kiriman and the others to finally snap out of it."

"And hearing Xisi's directive, the three Kiriman men unusually accepted the order together."

"Aside from the numbers of these two legions, they simply cannot sustain the main force, purely from a military standpoint."

"Dispatching small elite units to reinforce the awaiting side, and sending small elite units to harass enemy logistics, is also an extremely necessary choice."

"Shengjilesi and Lai'ang Zhuangsen, after silently confirming the sand‑table deployment, exchanged glances with Kiriman, then turned to leave."

"Just before Shengjilesi left, Kiriman suddenly grabbed the other; unlike Shiwang's callousness, Kiriman, though still unaware what Shengjilesi's departure to Terra truly means."

"But he knows that Shengjilesi's departure could very well be the last meeting."

"Kiriman holds Shengjilesi, with words on his face he wants to say, yet ultimately doesn't know how to begin."

"Conversely, Shengjilesi, who can foresee his own future, wears a calm expression."

"Besides Shengjilesi's own willingness to accept his fate, because of Xisi's presence, the future Shengjilesi sees is far less clear than back then."

"At least, in Shengjilesi's view at this moment, what awaits him is not absolute death."

"Seeing Kiriman and Shengjilesi's somewhat reluctant trend, Xisi can't help but speak:"

"If we can't win, we run; no need to grind it out."

"Rest assured, those evil gods only dare to leave the Emperor half‑dead, never truly dead."

"When Xisi speaks, Shengjilesi and the others, having communicated with Xisi during this period, have learned much about Subspace."

"Now, with Xisi's words, although Xisi isn't sure how much Shengjilesi absorbed, Xisi can see a flicker in Shengjilesi's death resolve."

"Watching this, Xisi doesn't waste more time; he turns back, refocuses on the sand‑table, and, amid Shengjilesi's and Kiriman's confusion, continues:"

"And rest assured, this time I will never let Kiriman exceed nine hours!"

"After Xisi finishes, Shengjilesi, though a bit puzzled by what Xisi means,"

"but the dire situation leaves Shengjilesi no time to ask further, so he turns and leads his Holy Blood Angel to depart."

"Later, with fewer people in the Command Center, Xisi glances at the star map, then looks toward Luojia who has taken over Shengjilesi's command."

"So after the third fold, our forces will fully deploy before the enemy......"

"Luojia stands before the star map, continuously pointing out the situation."

"Kiriman, Washituoer, Fanluosi and others listen attentively, while on the other side Kanglade also stands nearby watching."

"Although it's the most secretive command deployment, Kanglade, after a few glances, withdraws his gaze disinterestedly."

"It's not that Luojia's command is poor; rather, a decisive battle of this scale simply can't afford any flashy command."

"Both sides' commands focus more on how to deploy troops faster and how to commit them in one go as much as possible."

"What remains is just a simple, pure A past!"

"Thus Kanglade's attention shifts from the sand‑table projection to the surroundings, especially watching Kiriman's earnest face now obediently accepting Luojia's assigned task without any resistance, prompting him to snicker again."

"At this moment, Kiriman doesn't have the air of commanding tens of millions of auxiliary troops and a half‑million Astat Original Body."

"Whenever Kanglade imagines Kiriman's ecstatic expression upon seeing the billions of 'new recruits' Xisi pulled from other star sectors, Kanglade feels delighted."

"Because even Kiriman, adept at mass troop deployment, finds it hard to truly treat these billions of mortals as 'new recruits'."

"After all, where in this world are there twenty‑year‑old youths trained for fifty years???"

"It's just a matter of slightly inferior equipment; otherwise they could outright crush Kiriman's Autramma auxiliary army!"

"Given this background, Kanglade for the first time sees on Kiriman's face a respect for other operators."

"Kanglade looks left and right, while Luojia keeps pointing."

"Everyone in the battle command room is making final preparations."

"As Makurage's gathered forces increase, Shiwang and Shengjilesi also depart with their troops, each carrying out their own missions."

"Finally, beyond Helusu, Terra, and Xisi, other factions begin to follow the traces and turn their gaze."

"Their scouts haven't yet quickly discovered Makurage's grandeur, but the dispatched scouts bring back earlier news."

"At this time, far from Terra, the wolf pack's homeworld Fenris, which does not directly partake in Terra's defense,"

"serves as the price for clashing with Qianzi and repeatedly battling the Panbian Juntuán."

"Now the wolf pack's force size is only slightly larger than Qianzi's."

"This is also why Limanlus abandoned the defense of Terra; he shifted his strategic goal to use his scarce troops to assassinate Helusu."

"The divine weapon, the Wine God Spear, in his hand once truly assassinated an Original Body whose existence had been erased."

"Now, Limanlus, who had been scattering many scouts constantly monitoring Helusu, sees among the chaotic reports a thread that catches his keen interest."

"In Limanlus's palace now, chaotic military reports lie on his left, fine wine and meat on his right."

"Limanlus slowly pours himself wine while scrutinizing the report in his hand."

"Below, the wolf pack's company commander, with a solemn face, says:"

"Helusu's forces are unprecedented; even if we rush to aid Terra, we probably can't even stir a ripple."

"This galaxy likely has nothing left that can block Helusu's might."

The wolf pack company commander was summarizing the information from this period, while Limanlus stared intently at the military report in his hand and, without waiting for the commander to finish speaking, handed the report out.

He then, with a puzzled expression, refuted his own offspring:

"Perhaps… there really is a force that can resist Helusu."

The commander was taken aback; he didn't understand where this confidence came from in his Original Body father.

But when he saw the report Limanlus passed him, he skimmed it quickly, then his eyes narrowed slightly:

"Combat Moon?"

"Nine?!"