Chapter 81: You

Ustali North Forge Area.

The Tyran insect swarm that had been raging for months finally subsided, for now.

At the same time, many Tyran reconnaissance units were dispatched, surrounding the fortress and directly establishing a junk city outside, yet the new enemies hanging the Empire flag kept pondering whether these foes were Green Skin or humans.

Not only were the Tyran bewildered, but even many Imperial guards delivering waste to the junk city stared at a Green Skin boss who called himself the Political Commissar of the Xisi Legion, unsure whether to laugh or be afraid.

After all, he had never imagined that "Green Skin" and "Political Commissar" could ever be combined.

While the Green Skin were resting, Xisi led the humans into the Arctic Forge Area.

The last survivors of Black Watch and Fanluosi's troops finally got the rest they had hoped for, and Sha Hansen delivered supplies that were even a bit overly generous.

Inside there were not only tobacco leaves and coffee, but also fresh meat cans that were certainly not ant‑cattle!

And it wasn't just the Judgment Court of Sha Hansen sending large supplies; the Imperial Navy, the Star Realm Army, and even the National Church behind the Battle Nun were all rushing to deliver.

The reason for this, besides the fact that the scene Xisi cut through still feels like a dream to them, is that these people aren't stupid; with a little thought they all know that following Xisi all the way here, even if he's just a cook making meals, makes him a culinary god who can, with only a shovel, toss a live Tyran warrior insect into a pot.

Moreover, Xisi will inevitably expand his legion on a massive scale, and like Krig, Kadia and other top legions, Black Watch will also be dispatched to battlefields across the galaxy.

Now, getting along with these future Black Watch Commanders will, when critical moments arrive, allow one to call in a Black Watch unit, and even dare to hang a Chaos Astat up for a fight!

And these ideas finally materialized: Xisi's mere tens‑of‑thousands‑strong force directly received supplies on a million‑person scale.

Regarding this, Xisi of course paid no attention; after arriving at the Arctic, he briskly headed toward the Command Hall, with two Judges, a Foundry General, three Admirals, and over a dozen Star Realm Army Commanders following behind.

Even behind the Judges were several Astat company commanders!

And this dazzling group of generals now trailed behind the mortal whose bloodstains had dried.

Because Xisi moved faster, those behind had to grit their teeth and quicken their steps, fearing to fall behind.

When Xisi reached the Command Hall, looking at the massive projector and the densely gathered officers who had risen early to await him, Xisi removed his empty Explosive Gun, handed it casually to someone nearby, and then turned his attention to the map at the very center of the hall.

He stepped forward, and this time the people behind him did not follow immediately, but paused briefly.

Besides a few people looking at the map with some concern, they also despised Sha Hansen for snatching Xisi's Explosive Gun before the servomechs, looking like a lackey.

The most despised was Fanluosi, who had retrieved a Demigod for the Empire.

Because this kid actually dared to jump ahead of him!

Only when Xisi stood before the map did the people behind refocus, and Sha Hansen hurriedly jogged back.

Without the grand gestures he imagined, Xisi only glanced at the map, then said nothing, directly looking at Sha Hansen, who was in charge of the concrete command, and the senior leadership behind him.

After all, Xisi doesn't like amateurs commanding professionals.

For such a massive battlefield command requiring extensive expertise, Xisi still acknowledges those commanders who have devoted their lives to studying war.

Facing Xisi's gaze, Fanluosi wanted to speak, but looking at the map where the battlefield had drastically changed since he left, he opened his mouth but didn't know where to start.

The others also wanted to speak, but seeing Sha Hansen, they dared not interrupt.

So finally Xisi's gaze fell on Sha Hansen, and Sha Hansen, after receiving Xisi's look, immediately spoke.

Pointing at the map, Sha Hansen displayed the excellent bearing of a Judge.

"Currently, Ustali is divided into three factions: the Tyran swarm occupies the eastern hemisphere, and the Green Skin occupy the western hemisphere."

"Our side occupies the Arctic Forge Area, relying on the Space Elevator at the Arctic to continuously receive reinforcements from other star systems."

"Moreover, although surface facilities have completely fallen, thanks to the Mechanical Church's advanced underground transport network, we still control sixty percent of Ustali's production capacity."

Xisi's eyes flicked at the words; the situation was far better than he had imagined.

Not only was there a smooth external supply line, but most of the planet's production remained intact.

Only a relaxed expression appeared on Xisi's face, but when he glanced around at the people, all he saw was seriousness.

Xisi was taken aback; even though both were Revelations, this situation was far better than Alert Star could ever be.

Seeing this, Xisi was somewhat puzzled; he didn't ask, but buried his head back into the map, and soon located, above the Arctic and far from the planet's orbit, another unfamiliar force.

Xisi pointed directly there, questioning as he surveyed:

"Who is this?"

The crowd looked at each other, no one answered; even Fanluosi seemed puzzled, clearly this was not a previously encountered enemy.

Sha Hansen's face went blank, and after opening his mouth he spoke in a low tone:

"It is the Chaos Rebel Army led by Abadon."

Chaos Rebel Army? Abadon?

How come an old acquaintance shows up everywhere?!

Xisi was stunned; he hadn't expected that upon arriving at Octalithus, Abadon would also be there!

Xisi paused, hurried to continue asking about Abadon, but the once brightly lit Command Hall suddenly plunged into darkness, and even the Forge World's incessant gear clatter fell silent.

Those around instantly looked around in shock, especially the Foundry General, whose eyes showed unmasked terror at the planet‑wide mechanical halt.

Only when countless servomechs manually pried open the ceiling of the Command Hall, allowing external light to pour in, could the crowd look up at the sky and see, directly overhead, a bizarrely twisted ship that seemed formed from a chaotic amalgam of countless abandoned warships, a satellite‑sized vessel.

Around the ship, a massive Chaos Fleet gathered, and now, taking advantage of the Empire's mechanical paralysis, they were releasing numerous landing pods into a specific area.

"What is this?"

Staring at the odd giant ship, veteran Judges like Sha Hansen wore puzzled expressions, while Xisi glanced, then lowered his head, his face showing the resigned thought that the galaxy truly was a giant cesspool.

Because it wasn't just Abadon arriving, but also one born in Subspace, representing "Vicious Machinery", about to ascend to the Four Gods level as a Demigod: Washituoer!

And that bizarre fused wreck was Washituoer's masterpiece, a super‑warship of immense combat power and size: the Ominous Sign Ark!

Only a Subspace‑concept deity like Washituoer could cripple the planet's machinery.

Even as the crowd looked up, the massive Ominous Sign Ark, facing the Imperial guards now armed only with Rifles, dropped a large contingent of elite decapitation troops.

But those below, hastily preparing ground defense, were met not with unobstructed Chaos forces, but with anti‑air artillery that roared into the sky.

The brash Chaos troops landing directly hadn't expected any anti‑air fire on the ground; the landing pods, unable to evade, instantly turned into a sky full of fireworks.

Inside the fortress, everyone was instantly stunned, and Xisi, watching the artillery, temporarily set aside his wordless contempt for the galaxy's giant cesspool, turning his gaze to those beside him:

"Hold steady, restore the crippled machinery as quickly as possible; until then, our anti‑air fire will continue to suppress."

The crowd, hearing that, grew more puzzled, curious about where the artillery came from; only a few people like Fanluosi gradually caught on, their eyes becoming increasingly awkward.

Xisi looked at the crowd's doubts, feeling even more helpless that these people insisted on explaining it themselves.

He silently shouted "For the Empire" three times in his heart, and Xisi directly pointed at the overhead artillery:

"The Tile Half-Immortal crippled the Empire's machinery; what does that have to do with my Green Skin?"

Leaving aside the ground humans' dumbfounded reaction to Xisi's explanation, at this moment inside the Ominous Sign Ark above.

Abadon, who had been brimming with confidence, faced the successive messages being relayed, his bald forehead crowned with a towering point, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter:

"What do you mean you're being counter‑attacked by the Empire, when the counter‑attack force is a bunch of Green Skin wearing Empire helmets?"

"And the artillery! I told you to strike the Empire; why did you crash into the Green Skin's cannon mouth?"

"What? It's not that you ran toward the Green Skin's area, but that the Empire's walls are packed with damn Green Skin?!"

Abadon stared at the messages muttering, and after slowly digesting the news, he stared blankly for a good ten seconds before suddenly looking up, glaring at the Tile Half-Immortal before him, his bald forehead now marked with a huge question.

"Green Skin……"

"When did you join the Empire's camp?!"