Chapter 269: Helusu, Your Speed Bumps Are Too Many

Kill!

If we don't kill, we can't enforce strict military discipline!

If we don't kill, we cannot appease the gods!

The soul of vengeance rises.

Seeing Fulikes' front foot reach the front line, his rear foot brought an entire defensive line of troops, standing firm on the spot, swearing allegiance to Xisi.

Helusu finally trembled all over with anger.

And below, Petulabo also wore a grim expression, somewhat regretting that he had sent the wrong person.

In fact, the Rebel Forces aren't truly that soft.

On the rebel side there are many, even a great many capable and resolute fighters.

But Helusu has kept his focus from start to finish on Terra, these truly core rebels; Helusu simply cannot bear to waste effort elsewhere.

As for the rear defensive lines that mainly serve to delay, naturally the ones sent there are just the fringe troops of the legion.

This also means that in the entire Panbian Juntuán, none of those who face Xisi are any tough nuts; instead they are all busy vying for power!

And Fulikes, as the answer to being driven into a corner by Helusu, surrendered to Xisi without a second thought.

Just as when he faced Helusu's internal purge that day, he surrendered to Helusu without thinking.

Helusu was furious at that moment, and the Original Bodies below wore varied expressions.

Fugrem was too lazy to complain, while Angelon seized the chance to attack Petulabo:

"Just let me send a World Devourer over casually; even if we lose, at least we won't look this shameful!"

Angelon furiously flapped his wings.

When no one was cutting, Angelon could only scratch the itch with his words.

But this time, faced with the provocation, Petulabo was even too lazy to retort.

They also had no desire at all to show any stance to Helusu.

They just stood before the star map, silently watching the countless red dots that, after many days, finally appeared.

Each of those red dots on the star map signified a battlefield location.

Moreover, the planets depicted on the map are places that virtually every human in the galaxy has seen at least in part.

Because this is the Solar System!

Although there were many subsequent side stories, Helusu's army still arrived on schedule as originally planned.

Now the outer Solar System, bounded by the asteroid belt and aided by Pluto, is pervaded by artillery fire everywhere.

The few Terra fleets, meanwhile, were launching a desperate assault, trying to decapitate Helusu; after an unsurprising failure, they fled the Solar System via the Dream Illusion Vessel from another direction.

They waited on the battlefield's outskirts, ready to re‑strike at any moment, and after total defeat, they took the Emperor away.

One could say that now Terra, in substantive terms, has no mobile forces left.

The Solar System Guard's only option is to stay at their pre‑prepared stations, fighting for the Emperor until the very end.

And the mortals welded into the asteroid fortress took on the first round of resistance.

Helusu's fury gradually subsided as Petulabo remained calm.

Behind them are a few final defensive lines, whose garrisoners are relatively core usable personnel.

Helusu is still very confident in them; even if they lose, they will never surrender.

After all, humanity's long‑standing pride in the galaxy stems from an abundance of courage: knowing the odds are unbeatable yet still fighting to the death without retreat.

At least in the Warhammer galaxy, people like Fulikes are still a minority.

"Pluto has been breached."

Petulabo stared at the projection, and his voice finally pulled Helusu back.

Since the rear cannot be managed, they will charge headlong into Terra, finish off one side's enemies, then turn around to deal with the other side's foes.

"The asteroid belt's passage has already been opened by the vanguard."

Petulabo pointed at the projection, then finally turned back to look at Helusu:

"Terra."

"Right before us."

Landing pods rained across the sky like fire streaking the heavens.

The steel‑clad ground, with Terra's anti‑air fire, wove a physical light curtain for the fire rain.

Countless drop pods turned to fragments within the light curtain, and before the defenders could rejoice, with a sweeping gesture from Petulabo, dozens of battle‑damaged escort ships were thrust directly toward Terra.

These tiny escort ships in space, seen now by the Terra ground forces, resembled countless towering ancient gods breaking through the clouds!

Behind the massive bodies of these ancient gods came an even denser rebel army, seizing the chance to surge onto the ground.

Accompanied by the escort ships flattening vast tracts of land on impact, and the sky‑piercing explosions of Explosive packed within their hulls.

Rogdoen's meticulously arranged ground defenses were thus breached by Petulabo.

Although the palace is protected by Void Shields and anti‑Orbit fire, even escort ships find it hard to break through.

But at least on the outer periphery away from the palace, Petulabo, as the actual commander, still opened a dozen landing sites for the rebels.

At this very moment, countless Yunxuji are continuously ferrying Helusu's endless army to the surface.

And leading the charge are the World Devourer legion, long suppressed, finally given the chance for a gory slaughter.

These Terror followers, still clad in the blue‑white Power Armor of the War Dog, wielding double‑handed axes, braved Terra's firepower and charged straight into the crowd under the terrified gaze of the Terra defenders.

Subsequently, amid the horrific resistance of countless mortal soldiers, they tore up limb after limb and blood around themselves.

Only at this moment could the World Devourers, tormented by the Butcher's Nails, find a brief respite of peace amid the slaughter.

Of course, the price is tens of thousands of mortals dying each second around them!

And even when those mortals die, their souls drifting upward will be captured by the Chaos sorcerers who have long been waiting, becoming fuel for their plan to bring the Subspace army into the real universe.

In the evil fire, the mournful wails of mortal souls gradually spread across Terra's surface.

"Progress is good!"

Helusu watched the ground battle, and finally a long‑unseen satisfaction appeared on his face.

At this moment he didn't even think about Fulikes, nor did he heed the report from behind that Fulikes had already changed direction, insisting on making Xisi the vanguard.

Helusu merely watched as, after he let the galaxy burn for a full ten years, the blaze he had ignited finally reached Terra!

It burned up to the false emperor who had deceived them all, willing to sacrifice all humanity just to pursue his own ascension.

Next, the numerous forces of the Loyalist Faction and the Rebel Faction seemed set to appear repeatedly.

A fierce clash between the real universe and Subspace.

Finally, with an earth‑shaking duel, Helusu and the Emperor's ultimate stand determined the galaxy's future.

It was only under Helusu's wholehearted fire, with steadfast gazes from Terra Rogdoen.

The other side, silent for a long time, to the point that both sides were about to ignore a certain person, finally sent his message.

The message was sent via the public‑frequency radio, proving the distance had become extremely close.

And the message on the public screen was a very colloquial rant:

"Helusu."

"Your deceleration zone......"

"I've crushed it!!!"