Chapter 271: The Siege of Terra Begins

Bang~!

Akesimande finished speaking with his front foot, and his head was then smashed by Helusu, who used the exaggerated speed granted by the Four Gods' Blessing to crush Akesimande's head!

That bang wasn't a bomb at all, but the crisp crack of a watermelon shattering!

Everyone nearby fell silent as if chilled, and the remaining legion commanders, faces full of terror, no longer dared to simply bow their heads but instead crawled directly onto the ground.

Beside them, their Original Bodies, Fuge Ruimu and Angelon, also stepped back half a pace, indicating they would never hinder Helusu from enforcing military law.

Because these little brats were just too much!

It's not that they're cowardly, but this matter has escalated to a point where it could affect—or even impede—Helusu's grand scheme!

Cowardice, I'll just grit my teeth and put up with it!

But false reports! No one can make it work!

Helusu, still holding in his hand the snarling divine artifact 'Horace's Claw'.

Watermelon juice from Akesimande streamed from his palm.

Then his gaze shifted to the other terrified little brats crawling on the ground, and Helusu stared directly at Fuge Ruimu and Angelon.

Sensing Helusu's intent, though they felt some inner resistance, Fuge Ruimu and Angelon, facing Helusu empowered by the Four Gods, hesitated for a heartbeat and then stepped forward.

In front of the crowd, they personally dealt with their own progeny.

Their heavy bodies collapsed onto the ground.

Fresh blood trickled slowly along the floor's groove, its metallic scent spreading, and when it reached one's nose it felt only a sweet, cloying taste.

"Tell the rear line: without my order, no one may retreat another step!"

"Also, inform Peitulabo that the total assault must be advanced immediately."

The senior officers below heard the command and hurriedly turned to act, except for a war smith responsible for liaising with Peitulabo, who, eyes on the blood at his feet, strained his spirit and asked cautiously:

"How far ahead should we advance?"

Helusu didn't answer at once; instead, he turned his head toward the distant direction of Xisi, gazing at the still‑relatively calm void there, paused briefly, then calmly waved his hand:

"Now."

Now?

The crowd frowned; after Helusu finished speaking, as if he already knew their thoughts, he turned toward them without waiting for further questions:

"Yes, now."

"Now, immediately, at once…"

"Launch a full-scale total assault on Terra!!!"

"This Helusu, has he gone mad?!"

Terra Imperial Palace.

Standing on the palace's high wall, he watched a hundred escort ships rain down from above in one breath, some of which were still intact warships, albeit of an older model, repurposed to forcefully carve out a landing zone.

Luoge Duoen, witnessing all this, could only feel his scalp tingle.

And with this cost‑free forced landing zone, the payoff was that within just a few days of war, Helusu could already mass‑deploy the Titan Legion onto the distant ground!

Even at the very moment Luoge Duoen looked on, on the distant ground, Helusu's Titans were plowing across the earth in rows, employing the later‑era 40K Tyranid swarm tactics.

With volcanic cannons and seismic cannons in hand, they continuously unleashed roars from the Divine Machine toward any ground enemy daring to block their advance.

At present, the only force capable of stopping these Titans is the loyalist Titan Legion.

On the distant ground far from the palace, beneath a massive red sun, two rows of Titans—one on the left, one on the right—moved massive strides, drawing together and firing under the endless hymns of their respective Mechanical Churches.

Huge energy arcs across the air, striking the opponent's Void Shield.

The blue shield and energy burst into intense light.

Thus, the boundless army beneath their feet could fight at full force under noon‑like illumination without any lighting equipment.

Without the weakness of Fulikes and others, the loyalist faction still chose to remain on Terra, as did Helusu's stationed elite rebel faction personally commanded by Peitulabo.

Both sides seemed to have their morale completely locked; the entire battlefield was silent except for the roaring guns, with only endless cycles of charges, firing, and falling.

As the Empire's most elite force, they are now split into two, on humanity's shared home, employing identical tactics, weapons, and experience to make former comrades and brothers bleed their last drop of blood!

The Empire's very blood, unchanged for billions of years, under the slowly setting dusk, is witnessed in a form that outsiders deem barbaric, endlessly falling in meaningless slaughter!

"All forces, charge!"

"All forces, charge!!"

"I want every person, every rifle, to be thrown into battle without reservation!"

On Terra's orbit, amid the boundless Rebel Forces fleet, Helusu's impassioned voice echoed continuously through the Communicator!

Under trumpets outnumbering the fleet, regardless of how many Astat fell on the ground, more Astat and elite support troops formed tidy squares, unit after unit deploying en masse onto the earth!

Even to ensure the battle's smooth progress, the Four Gods temporarily halted their corruption of mortals, allowing them to retain maximum rationality and partake in what is the grandest revelry for all the galaxy's evil gods and Alien Forms!

Because not only the evil gods can draw endless despair and distortion from this desperate clash, the Alien Forms, long suppressed by humanity, finally witness humanity's own self‑destruction.

And at this moment, confronting these external mocking stares, the humans present, under their own flags, treated former compatriots and their own lives with a serious, even indifferent, attitude!

Terra, bathed in the Empire's blood...

slowly turning red!

upon the soul of vengeance.

After Helusu finished another round of motivation and shut off the Communicator, he didn't check Terra's battlefield; the projection beside him wasn't even of Terra, but of another star system.

Even now, Fuge Ruimu and Angelon had not entered the battlefield; they stood beside the projection, silently watching its scene.

It was a relatively quiet star system, where Helusu's garrison, after a round of reorganization, had firmly resolved to fight to the death.

Moreover, bolstered by Helusu, the system now possessed massive defensive firepower, pointing straight toward the direction of Subspace jumps.

The reason Helusu focused on this system is that it serves as the final barrier between Xisi and the Solar System.

Because it is close enough, Helusu can see with the naked eye the scale of Xisi's legion that has trampled through his own army.

Soon, the real universe began to fluctuate, and Helusu hurriedly looked, completely ignoring Terra behind him.

Until a fleet of Helusu's son leapt out, and in Helusu's suddenly bright yet instantly uninteresting gaze, the artillery waiting in formation reduced it to ash.

And that Fulikes, who was shouting that he would be the vanguard for Xisi, thus became dust in the universe.

Later, under Helusu's just‑lowered uninteresting gaze, a massive object suddenly leapt onto the face of his own defensive line!