Chapter 91: Dream Combo

A certain unknown remote star system.

Over a dozen escort ships and destroyers circled a Moon-class cruiser docked in orbit.

Except for the Moon-class vessel, the other ships were mostly damaged, yet alongside this miserable fleet floated fragments of over a dozen Alien Form warship pieces.

Gravity tugged the debris slowly, and on the Moon-class bridge, Fanluosi looked out the viewport.

Suddenly, with a "thud," a Spirit Race Pirate's body slammed into the viewport.

Seeing the opponent's widened eyes in death and the frozen confusion, Fanluosi couldn't help but sigh.

Because when this obviously cannon‑fodder fleet appeared in orbit, the Spirit Race Pirates below assumed a windfall and, at close range, laid direct fire, demanding a rush to plunder.

And the result of getting up close to the Moon-class piloted by Xisi……

Watching the bewildered Spirit Race Pirate drift away, Fanluosi turned his gaze to the dense wreckage farther out.

The result was that those over ten Spirit Race Pirate ships didn't even block a Hundredfold Moon-class volley of Macro Cannons.

He mourned these Alien Forms for a few minutes, for after Xisi's round of slaughtering over a dozen Spirit Race Pirate ships, the Color Sin Warriors under Xisi watched their master instantly turn to powder, their mouths gaping to the heavens.

Fanluosi, thinking of this, froze helplessly, and faced the relentless thudding of Ceramic Steel Powered Armor treading the deck behind him, losing even the desire to look back.

After all, faced with Alien Forms and Heretics pacing the entire bridge, Fanluosi could only silently chant "Long live the Divine Emperor" countless times.

Because at that moment on the bridge, not only were the Four Gods unusually coexisting peacefully, but one or two Cursed Warriors of the Emperor could also be seen passing through the crowd.

And that was one thing, but the group of escaped "Sith Kid" also swaggered through this bizarre formation.

Thinking of the "Sith Kid," Fanluosi's forehead darkened further; after holding it in, he couldn't help glancing back, only to see the kid missing and a ship full of LupiLaoda instead.

Seeing these high‑rank Green‑skinned Warriors, not inferior to the Astarte rebels, Fanluosi felt both sorrow for the ship's food supplies and speechlessness at how quickly these Alien Forms had grown.

They had grown a bit too fast!

Now Fanluosi can only hope the Divine Emperor will soon find a way to bypass the Four Gods' obstruction and relay the news to Kiriman.

Otherwise, Fanluosi truly fears Xisi might somehow unleash a batch of "Ancient Beastmen"!

Even if those Ancient Beastmen are Xisi's die‑hard loyalists, Fanluosi finds the mere thought terrifying.

Ancient Beastmen are the ancestors of the Green Skin, a war species created by the Ancient Saint in the pre‑ancient era to counter the Star God.

They still retain the phrase "My Thought," and each possesses a well‑proportioned, tall physique, rational and intelligent, and in some respects could even be considered a perfect species.

As a member of the Judgment Court, Fanluosi knew this information to some extent, so when he saw that in just a few months they had gone from all being kids to becoming bosses, he found it terrifying.

It wasn't until the bridge Communicator relayed a ground report that Fanluosi painstakingly shifted his focus back to the surface outside the viewport.

His gaze toward the ground also showed a hint of pity.

After all, even if Xisi truly brought out Ancient Beastmen, as long as Xisi remains on the Empire's side, those Ancient Beastmen are the Empire's "Sith Ancient Beastmen".

The Empire only needs to see the good side of the "Ancient Beastmen", but the Spirit Race Pirates on the ground now must face not only the "Sith bosses" but also the henchmen of the Five Great Evil Gods of Subspace!

Meanwhile, on the surface.

The Spirit Race Pirates stared at the continuously rumbling, morphing gate before them, their eyes not solely filled with terror but also with baffling astonishment.

Even at the very end of the pirates' last defensive line, the pirate prince, as leader, kept watching the surveillance feed outside the gate, hunched over, eyes wide, murmuring "Is this correct?".

When the gate finally collapsed with another explosion, the pirates just raised their weapons, and the scene before them made them scream in terror.

Because when anyone sees Terror charging the front line, Jianqi handling output, Color Sin flanking from behind, and a Naguo Plague Doctor acting as a healer, they wonder if the Four Gods have taken the wrong medicine, otherwise how the hell could it be so "harmonious"?!

These four groups now not only haven't fought each other, but have even coordinated!

Later, after the Four Gods, Cursed Warriors who draw explosives directly from Subspace appeared, along with Green‑skinned bosses wielding exaggerated large‑caliber Trash Guns, bodies sheathed in steel.

The Spirit Race Pirates' small‑caliber counter‑fire sparked only a brief flare on the Demon Gods, then was swallowed by this unimaginable team, turning completely into souls under blade and axe.

At the rear, the pirate prince watched his men being sliced like vegetables, faced the blood‑shot Terror fanatic, resignedly closed his eyes; the imagined pain of being split in two never came, but a reminder from a Thousand‑Child Wizard sounded:

"Lord Sisi wants to leave one survivor."

A crimson gust from the Giant Axe swept over the pirate prince's forehead, yet the axe hovered steadily in midair.

The pirate prince slowly opened his eyes, terrified, staring at the Terror fanatic before him, seeing it truly halted, his eyes filled with even more incredulous doubt.

These muscle‑headed lunatics actually have moments when they heed orders and don't cut people?!

Curiosity outweighed the pirate prince's fear of death; he gazed at the gate, wanting to see who had such nerve to assemble this "Dream Combo".

But looking further, towering elite Color Sin, Naguo, Empire, Green Skin, and Terror forces respectfully stood aside, bowing low to a mortal—small in stature among these "monsters".

A mortal?!

The pirate prince even wondered if his eyes were playing tricks, and he seriously squinted.

When he confirmed that this force, surpassing even Abadon, had two elite follow‑up units from the Empire and Green Skin, led by a mortal, the pirate prince felt the scene was even more exaggerated than the earlier "Galaxy Great Unity" beating of the Spirit Race Pirates.

"Pack the supplies immediately; Terra's indomitable fleet is arriving soon."

"This Alien Form doesn't need interrogation; proceed directly to soul extraction."

Xisi ordered, and the Thousand‑Child Wizard promptly bowed respectfully to Xisi, then turned to walk toward the pirate prince still staring blankly at Xisi.

He then brandished his staff, and amid the pirate prince's growing terror, extracted the opponent's soul.

As the battle ended, Xisi looked on and began directing the mortal soldiers to descend from orbit, beginning to transport the loot the pirates had seized from various places.

Along with that, tens of thousands of human slaves were in the massive slave enclosure.

During the bustle, the Thousand‑Child Wizard strode forward, standing slightly bowed behind Xisi:

"Abadon purchased supplies here and left immediately."

"According to the pirate prince's recollection, Abadon should have headed toward the Great Vortex vicinity."

"There, the frontline Chaos warband of the red pirate 'Black Heart Hurlun' is stationed."

Xisi heard this, glanced at the Thousand‑Child Wizard behind him, noting that Black Heart Hurlun is the second‑strongest Astarte rebel outside the Eye of Fear.

Still a bit peckish, Xisi, while turning back to continue checking supplies and rescued personnel, asked:

"Is there any intel on a warband that would accept Abadon?"

The Thousand‑Child Wizard nodded:

Yes, it's a war gang that only recently pledged allegiance to Xiulun, called 'Heilu'.

Xisi stopped dead in an instant, hearing the name 'Heilu', and even turned his head slowly to give Qianzi a glance.

Confirming he hadn't misheard, then, in Qianzi's cautiously doubtful gaze, he couldn't help…

He lifted the corner of his mouth a little.