Chapter 36: Alien Form Guarding the Nation Gate

Heavy black clouds.

Countless landing pods trailed long tail flames, streaking across the sky like a rain of fire.

Massive Light Spears periodically pierced the sea of clouds, turning the swarms of Green Skin on the ground into ash.

Although the traitors and the loyalists have many conflicts, they are completely aligned when it comes to fighting the Alien Form.

There's nothing more to say; to deal with the Alien Form, aside from explosives, both sides of humanity cannot devise any other usable method.

At this moment, the entire Alert Star, after Chaos arrived, has fully ignited the war that blankets the whole planet.

Now it's not the Empire fighting a mixed battle against external Green Skin and internal Chicken Thieves, but a four‑way chaotic war among the Empire, Chaos, Green Skin, and Chicken Thieves!

If we add the hidden Spirit Tribe in the corners, the chaotic forces on the Alert Star have already become five‑sided.

Amid this chaos, while the Green Skin revel in fighting with increasing glee, the Chaos begin fervently performing various blasphemous rites; at an unnoticed Nest City Tower Top, a jubilant Chaos warband that rushed in has now fallen silent.

Heilu stands still; neither the heavy Power Armor on his body nor the long string of human and Alien Form skull trophies on his back can bring him any pleasure now.

He simply stands in silence, silently watching ahead, silently counting the exchange ratio of this battle.

Until another Astarte of his warband fell, Heilu's distorted brows and eyes suddenly jolted.

"Three... thirty?"

Seeing the exchange ratio not only fail to increase but actually shrink further, Heilu finally snaps out of his silence.

When he confirmed that what he saw was not some Jianqi illusion, Heilu suddenly straightened up and instinctively looked at the equally stunned warband commander beside him.

"Corpse Emperor's Blessing!"

"The opposite side must have the Corpse Emperor's Blessing!"

After pondering for a while, Heilu, having only this answer, finally couldn't help but exclaim.

Because even swapping fifty ordinary soldiers for a single Astarte would already be called a miraculous victory.

Yet after fighting for just a short while, Heilu saw that every exchange of fire was indeed a miracle!

Encountering this series of miracles, the only one Heilu could think of was the one seated high in the Shen Sheng Tai La Huang Gong.

Only that one, personally granting Blessing, could enable mortals to achieve such exaggerated results!

Heilu stood in disbelief, while behind him, in the same row of equally stunned cult leaders, a Horned Man hidden in a corner, unnoticed by others, wore not only a stunned expression but also the utmost wordless resentment.

Even among a group of frenzied cultists, this Horned Man's face turned into a tearless urge to cry.

It was indeed a tearless urge to cry, for DuJiao had finally managed to send off Xisi, the great deity, only to anxiously await the savior constantly proclaimed by the missionaries.

But the jubilant group that followed out, after only a few steps, found that the recently dispatched Xisi had collided head‑on.

And within just a few months, the 'club' that had already been making them howl was now directly replaced with a 'spiked mace', the kind with a backward hook!

At this moment, DuJiao no longer doubts Xisi's combat power; after all, even the saviors have been repeatedly knocked down. DuJiao's only consolation now is that his weak position escaped Heilu's notice, sparing him from facing Xisi and his band of Demon Gods.

But DuJiao's relief didn't last long; when another Chaos Astarte was swapped out by a sudden surge of Storm Soldiers at the cost of merely ten men, Heilu's heart turned completely icy.

Unlike the loyalists, replenishing Chaos Astarte is exceedingly arduous.

For ordinary Chaos warbands, an Astarte in the warband truly means one less to die.

DuJiao burrowed into the corner, but Heilu's voice still rang directly in front of him.

"Mortal, it's time for you to prove your loyalty to the gods."

DuJiao's body shivered; he looked up at Heilu, then glanced at the 101 Storm Soldiers dancing on the Chaos Astarte in the distance, and finally stared at the rebel forces behind him, whose faces turned pale at just hearing those words. After a long pause, he extended his hand, pointing at his own stunned self:

"Ah?"

"Me?"

Heilu's wrinkled, mutated face showed displeasure; seeing this, DuJiao's heart trembled, and he couldn't even bother to mock the absurdity, quickly standing upright:

"For the gods!"

Heilu lowered the right hand he had raised, then turned his head toward DuJiao to signal.

DuJiao, helpless, mustered courage to glance at the front 101 Regiment positions, especially the rear of the line, where Xisi both received service from the storm guard and observed the whole battle.

His eyelids and facial skin twitched wildly; DuJiao led his subordinates forward while his eyes frantically scanned the surroundings.

As long as he can avoid facing Xisi directly, he would be more than willing—twelve thousand percent—to switch allegiance to the Emperor right now!

But there was little chance to switch to the Emperor; however, a nearby gate, heavily deformed by successive blasts, caught DuJiao's attention.

Behind the 101 Regiment positions, an elite storm guard composed of the finest Storm Soldiers was wiping Xisi's Power Armor, while trying to clean every tiny scratch as best as possible.

Bunoke stood beside the map, continuously pointing at the massive star‑region chart and explaining:

"Chaos poured in an overwhelming amount of force at once; the exact number is incalculable."

"We only know that almost every Empire outpost and Alien Form outpost were attacked simultaneously."

"Moreover, air superiority has completely fallen into Chaos's hands, and our logistical route to Heberia is utterly severed."

Bunoke kept pointing across the map, while Xisi alternated between glancing at the map and looking up at the bewildered warband caught in the chaotic melee ahead.

"What about Heberia?"

Heberia is the core; as long as Heberia remains, the situation isn't too dire.

But Bunoke's face showed speechlessness at those words; though he dared not outright scold, his mood was highly displeased:

"Because earlier propaganda was pierced by the enemy fleet, the Pure Water Station we just reclaimed was destroyed again."

"Under the incitement of cultists and Chicken Thieves, the entire Heberia Nest Area fell into internal riots."

Seemingly fearing that Xisi doesn't know the scale of the riots, Bunoke even added:

"Lord Kaerjia even mobilized a whole half‑company of Astarte to suppress the riots."

Bunoke was too lazy to even mention the number of mortal troops; the mere half‑company of Astarte already indicates that the hopeless civilian riot is no less than a full‑scale Chaos frontal assault!

Xisi's eyes also showed a hint of speechlessness; at this moment his Power Armor had completed its final maintenance. Though the storm guard could only perform a simple cleaning, full repairs would have to wait until after the battle, when Ana would handle them. Still, Xisi placed his hand on the hilt of his Power Sword.

Seeing Xisi finally focus on the front line, Bunoke stopped speaking. After getting past the initial panic, once Bunoke confirmed he could fully switch, all that remained for the Chaos opposite was the desire to pull the trigger.

But as a group of soldiers followed Xisi, turning their attention to the front line.

Facing the arrogant Heilu of the cultists, he could only twitch his eyelids uncontrollably, even subconsciously glancing at the Yunxuji behind him originally used to transport troops and supplies.

Before the idea of retreating could even form, the site of the first explosion turned out to be a massive passage outside the two sides' firefight.

The gun smoke dispersed.

Xisi, with his soldiers, frowned and looked over; Heilu also stared at DuJiao, baffled.

Even the endless Chicken Thieves idling behind the passage stared wide-eyed, looking at the passage that had unexpectedly opened now.

All three sides were stunned; only DuJiao felt a sudden relief in his heart, and he eagerly looked back at Heilu, his face full of 'fighting spirit'!

"Sir, there are Chicken Thieves here; I am willing to hold them off for you until the very last moment!"

"DuJiao, with 'righteous indignation', in order to avoid facing Xisi, even expressed willingness to go film with the Chicken Thieves."

And Heilu, behind him so angry he almost wanted to convert to Terror on the spot, even cutting down his own comrades, watched as behind the door the endless Chicken Thieves gradually rose up, a vast ocean of them, his body left only trembling with rage.

On the contrary, the Chicken Thieves behind the door glanced at each other; facing this completely different enemy, a fleeting doubt appeared in their eyes.

The doubt came and went quickly; once the Chicken Thieves confirmed that those outside were not their own, they immediately raised their weapons.

"I don't care who you are!"

"If you come, we'll fight!!!"