Chapter 327: Dark Spirit Clan

Aolake Bridge.

The commanders stared at Xisi in astonishment.

Being able to stand here, even if only as a connected person, still makes one an absolute dragon or phoenix among people.

They of course understood Xisi's meaning: from now on, all battles must abandon the Empire's previous efficiency‑first strategies.

Of course, the Empire has never really been efficient.

Instead, it will prioritize rescue, liberation, and protection as the main operational direction as much as possible.

Even if that means many casualties that now seem unnecessary.

"My lord, we also wish to go to the surface."

Amid the crowd's astonishment, the Whisperer was the first to react; several squad leaders stepped forward and knelt on one knee before Xisi respectfully.

They declared their intention to go to the surface as well.

Xisi showed a satisfied expression and nodded publicly:

"Very well, you may go as well."

The Whisperers breathed a huge sigh of relief, after all they commanded the Astarte's main force, backed by Black Watch and aided by the Whisperers themselves.

The fire lizard could mobilize an unprecedentedly abundant force, never appearing strained at the outset. Seeing the Whisperer lead, numerous Knight Family members and Battle Nuns also voiced their willingness to go.

Xisi felt helpless inside, but kept a smile outwardly, comforted each in turn and then declined:

"Future battles will present many such opportunities; I've already seen everyone's attitude this time, so let's leave it to the Fire Lizard Legion first."

Seeing that Xisi did not press the matter about their earlier evasion, the crowd finally exhaled slightly.

In fact, the recent evasion was not fundamentally out of fear of combat.

After all, the Empire's military strength is the main force that has contended with the galaxy's myriad demons and monsters.

You could say their combat power might be a bit weak, but you certainly cannot call them cowardly.

The primary reason for the recent evasion was that the crowd's mindset hadn't shifted at all.

They dodged to avoid a situation where they would waste their precious power on a group of worthless civilians.

They only fear death, and fear dying in a way that isn't valuable enough.

Um, after all, the hope Xisi mentioned on the Imperial Army side is something so hard that even wiping one's butt would seem too tough.

They don't consider that this brings much hope; they don't see it as a meaningful act.

Soon, an attack fleet led by a Whisperer slowly broke away from the Empire Fleet, forming a spear that thrust toward the Terran.

On the other side, a landing force composed of combat barges, armed merchant ships, and escort vessels moved toward a relatively safe zone, delivering drop pods and Yunxuji to the surface.

As countless drop pods streamed across the sky, the ground defenders stared upward at the densely packed pods streaking through the clouds like meteors, their faces filled with utter astonishment.

Several soldiers stood around a gun emplacement on the Tower Top.

They craned their heads to the innumerable drop pods above, eyes brimming with disbelief.

At the same time, the Terran Fleet overhead, still reeling, bewilderedly engaged the Empire Fleet in battle.

Dense artillery, together with falling bio‑ship wreckage and a torrent of Light Spears, raked the ground‑fallen Terran war beasts in the fully overrun area.

Drop pods, Yunxuji, and ground‑clearing Light Spears.

When these scenes were fully transmitted to the eyes of the ground troops and presented to the internal defenders,

everyone wore an incomprehensible shock, looking at each other:

"What does that mean?"

"Is the Empire finally becoming humane?!"

The long‑standing dark clouds in the sky slowly dispersed.

The cloud layer pierced by Light Spears was dotted with successive circular holes.

Sunlight streamed through these holes like shafts of light striking the ground.

A Terran gargoyle struggled through the light shafts, its torn wings flapping wildly, resulting in a chaotic, irregular flight.

Then......

Bang!

A precision explosive hit the gargoyle, its body shattering like the Four Gods, and the gargoyle fell as debris and a rain of blood.

Watching the last Terran war beast disappear from view.

Xisi silently withdrew his gaze; at this moment he stood on a balcony of Upper Nest in Nest City.

Below lay a mountain of Terran war‑beast corpses, with massive machines from the Mechanical Church and some low‑grade Knight Mechs continuously gathering the bodies into a heap.

Then Battle Nuns wielding Phosphorus Flamethrowers spewed streams of flame at the Terran corpse mountain before them.

"Everyone, do not crowd; Saint Xisi is here, and each person will receive sufficient food and fuel,"

From below came a clamor; Xisi glanced down to see a crowd of civilians streaming out of Nest City, faces full of disbelief, queuing for relief supplies.

They could receive a steaming bowl of starch porridge, and the children could also get a small half‑piece of protein block.

Along with fairly ample fuel rods, these supplies were even better than what they had before the war.

Such treatment even allowed many hopelessly wounded nearby to survive, seeing their families relatively happy before death.

After death, souls detached from their bodies, soothed by the Whisperers' devout prayers, lacked the usual Imperial bitterness and instead felt a distinct ease and worth.

Even as they watched their children eat protein blocks, their souls gradually drifting into Subspace, they finally felt hope rather than despair!

Then, amid the surrounding Imperial Propaganda Department's alternating camera shutters and Servo Skull recordings, the souls fully merged into Subspace.

"Every subsequent battle must be fully recorded,"

"And after editing the recorded footage, it shall be mass‑distributed throughout the Imperial world,"

"Henceforth, all worlds of the Empire shall be told that the Empire will never abandon any of its subjects,"

Fanluosi addressed the group of Imperial Propaganda Department staff accompanying him.

The staff members kept nodding and bowing, showing absolute respect and obedience toward the adjutant beside Xisi.

After all, Fanluosi is with Xisi, you can call him adjutant.

But once he leaves Xisi outside, you must call him the Holy Fanluosi of the Judgment Court!

And only after doing all this did Fanluosi raise his hand and dismiss these propaganda department officials beside him.

Even among the officials, a few political demons were mixed in.

As deathless, tireless premium work machines, Xisi even brings some along when going out to battle, specifically to handle massive paperwork.

And for these, not needing to stay in the Internal Affairs Department, the opportunity to go out—even if it's to face the Tyranid swarms that especially torment existence in Subspace— the political demons scramble for the opportunity as if gone mad.

As long as you don't let them stay in Terra's Internal Affairs Department, you can have them do anything.

And after finishing all this, Fanluosi gripped the last report in his hand, glanced at Xisi ahead, then still took a deep breath, stepped up behind him, and spoke cautiously:

"Sir, this is the report about the lower hive."

"The situation is more serious than imagined."

Fanluosi spoke, while Xisi continued to gaze upward.

Fanluosi couldn't help but look curiously, and all he could see with the naked eye was the sky.

But in Xisi's eyes, after looking for a while he slightly lowered his head and murmured four words in doubt.

"Dark Eldar?"