Chapter 329: How to Bring a Smile to the Dead Spirits?

The fleet slowly left this world.

Aolake was at the front of the entire fleet, using the Mobile Star Torch to guide the massive fleet's course.

At this moment, Aolake's Bridge.

He watched the surrounding warships cheer and rejoice over the victory just achieved.

Fuergan's gaze fell on Xisi's back.

He also glanced at the rescued Nest City beneath his feet, his expression showing respect beyond the usual superior‑subordinate relationship.

After hesitating for a while, he finally spoke very seriously, using a markedly more respectful tone:

"Sir, not only did you not withdraw troops from this world, you also left some garrison forces behind."

"This action will surely rescue many mortals."

Fuergan sincerely praised Xisi, after all, the fire lizard had previously faced much targeting and marginalization from other legions for protecting civilians.

Some even said outright that the fire lizard was the real problem, that its Gene Seed was the most severely corrupted.

Because in this damn galaxy, the fire lizard actually mutated to possess humanity and kindness.

Does this damn thing still not prove that the fire lizard's Gene Seed was polluted to the extreme?

So after being shunned by various factions of the Empire, they suddenly realized that the legendary Primordial Saint seemed to be of the same ilk.

How could this not cause Fuergan's favor toward Xisi to shift dramatically?

Xisi tilted his head and quickly glanced back at Fuergan, then said little, and watched Aolake tear open a Subspace rift, about to Leap again.

He then spoke directly to Fanluosi on the other side:

"How is the task force preparation going?"

Fanluosi replied hurriedly:

"Everything is ready; they are all highly maneuverable warships, and their numbers are twice those of the Dark Spirit Race."

"With this fleet watching, the Dark Spirit Race won't be able to affect our main forces."

Aolake led the main fleet slowly into the rift, while Xisi watched the thousand task‑force ships detach from the fleet and silently withdrew his gaze.

He also cast a final glance toward the distant Dark Spirit Race, a murderous intent bubbling in his eyes.

He couldn't tell whether that murderous intent was transmitted, or if the Color Devil was also fixated on this tasty bunch.

After Aolake fully entered the Leap state, the Dark Spirit Race, forever stationed at an absolutely safe spot and ready to withdraw at any moment, only felt a chill down their spines.

An endless dark void.

Hundreds of Dark Spirit Race warships clustered tightly together.

Unlike the Ark Spirit Race's relatively pure light, the Dark Spirit Race's warships are more elongated and entirely black.

Even the faint glimmers they emit are dim, like a blood‑colored dusk.

Their shapes, being overly slender, appear rather sharp.

They seem less like warships and more like massive, sharp flesh hooks, ever ready to bring endless pain and torment to foes.

At the very center of these sharp warships hovered the Dark Spirit Race's super‑battleship inherited from their golden age.

It is also the flagship of Weike Te, the supreme ruler of the Dark Spirit Race, the supreme executive officer of Gemuo.

"Doom Shadow!"

The Spirit Race once flourished; the Doom Shadow was forged entirely from spirit bone and dark‑matter alloy, not only possessing the fastest speed in the galaxy but, with its shadow‑field shield, also boasting defense comparable to a Radiant Queen Class ship.

Moreover, it has absolute control over the Spirit Race's network pathways, able to enter and exit them at will, making the Doom Shadow the most maneuverable vessel in the galaxy.

In the truest sense, it can lunge to punch you and vanish before the fist even reaches your face.

It is precisely this exaggerated mobility that has allowed this flagship, built in the Spirit Race's golden era, to survive to the present.

Now, as a flagship that epitomizes the pride of all Spirit Races, its master is one of the few legendary leaders of the Spirit Race, far more renowned than Death God Army Yi Fu Lei Ni, and a leader feared, obeyed, and worshiped by the Spirit Race: Weike Te!

Although Weike Te's gear is not as flamboyant as the Silent King's, it still ranks among the galaxy's top‑tier equipment.

Yet beyond equipment, what truly catapulted Weike Te to fame was his ten‑thousand‑year lifespan and his rebellion from slavery that unified the Dark Spirit Race into his own Empire.

Legend even says Weike Te personally witnessed the Spirit Race's Great Fall!

It should be noted that almost everyone who could witness it became fodder for the Color Devil.

Yet Weike Te not only witnessed it but also survived to the present; if true, it isn't a conspiracy he deliberately spread.

That alone is enough to illustrate Weike Te's terrifying nature.

Now, this very legend, staring simultaneously at Xisi and the Color Devil, leans even more toward siding with the Secret Cult, as Weike Te stands in the far‑shadow of the Bridge where no one dares to look.

He slowly slid his Adam's apple.

At the same time, an inexplicable atmosphere spread uncontrollably through the Bridge.

The lower‑rank Conspiracy Group Leaders ahead dared not voice any opinion; instead, a City Lord whom Weike Te relatively trusted turned his head.

Yes, relative trust—after all, you can't expect the Dark Spirit Race to act in good faith.

The fact that Weike Te can feign trust in you is already a monumental favor!

The City Lord looked at his leader, hesitated briefly, then cautiously spoke:

"Should we send a message to the Secret Cult, find any excuse, and bring our people back first?"

Spirit Race troops are precious; even with Weike Te leading, they could muster only five hundred vessels.

So after witnessing Xisi's enormous fleet of over ten thousand ships, especially the simultaneous gaze from Xisi and the Color Devil, it truly set his heart pounding.

Weike Te did not answer immediately; instead, he first glanced at the many Conspiracy Group Leaders ahead who had turned their backs on him.

Ensuring none of the leaders dared to look back, he then shifted his gaze to the subordinate who made the suggestion.

Then, slowly, he broke into a faint smile of "trust".

The City Lord's forehead broke into sweat, his head bowed even lower, unabashedly showing a terrifying reaction in front of Weike Te.

And Weike Te seemed not to notice, only with a hint of doubt in his eyes, unsure whether to ask his subordinate or himself, he slowly spoke:

"Xisi, why didn't you hit me just now?"

"Vikter couldn't understand; after all, Xisi had the full ability to launch an attack on him, so why did he simply ignore him?"

"And this question, not only Vikter couldn't figure it out, but even Fanluosi beside him couldn't either."

"In the Subspace, Fanluosi gazed at Xisi looking out at the splendid colors beyond the porthole, and curiously said:"

"\"My lord, why directly ignore the spirit race? \""

"Others also turned their gaze following Fanluosi's question."

"Xisi felt that as the distance drew nearer, in the Green Skin region network, the Sith Kids gradually began to fill with a great Waaagh."

"Xisi's gaze fell only on the distant Subspace region that covered the entire eastern galaxy—the Dead Spirit Expanse!"

"\"Dead Spirits, that's the real business. \""

"Saying this, Xisi turned to look at the people behind him, his eyes continually brightening amidst the endless Waaagh:"

"\"Last time at Sanctuary Star, I had no leisure to properly take the Sith Kids and ascend with the Tyranid spiral. \""

"\"This time I must make use of every minute and every second to bring some...... to the Dead Spirits. \""

"\"The 'care' of ancient friends! \""

"\"The Dead Spirits at their ancient peak? I admit they are indeed formidable. \""

"But my Ancient Beastmen Empire......"

"We are striking at the peak Dead Spirits!!!"