Chapter 99: What Is a Positive‑Facing Rebel Corps?

Dark universe.

An unknown star flickered with bursts of light.

Under the star's boundless radiance, a void erupted with specks of brilliance; as the view narrowed, hundreds of warships were seen, continuously firing at a cruiser.

The cruiser was surrounded by the wreckage of several escort ships.

Then, amid a sky of artillery fire, the lone cruiser, the only ship left, leapt away directly from the barrage.

Watching Xisi flee again, Washituoer aboard the Ominous Sign Ark suddenly struck the deck in front of him; the iron hammer scepter resonated with a dull echo in the Bridge:

"When did the Empire develop such an advanced Leap engine?!"

After countless times watching the duck in his grasp fly away, Washituoer finally could not hold back an angry question.

The few mortal crew members nearby dared not speak, while Aolake, who controlled the entire Ark, launched a Servo Skull and diligently searched the database.

Seeing this hateful AI actually intend to retrieve where the Empire's engine came from.

Knowing full well the Empire could not have produced it, Washituoer, in anger, smashed the Servo Skull with his hammer, and then, under the suddenly dimmed server roar from Aolake, Washituoer raised his iron hammer toward the front again.

"Keep the pursuit!"

"There are fragments on the target; based on their coordinates, the whole ship shall continue the Leap!"

Immediately after Xisi's departure, Washituoer and Abadon's joint fleet flashed with a burst of light again, vanishing into the void.

At this moment, another star system, an unknown distance away.

Space warped, and a Moon-class cruiser engulfed in flames, its hull riddled with wounds, suddenly surged into the real universe.

The deck doors opened slowly, and a multitude of flying servitors and Servo Skulls scattered under the command of the Mechanical Monk.

Then they enveloped the entire warship, beginning to extinguish the flames and weld the wounds.

Inside the Bridge, facing the bustling crew around him, Xisi watched his own demonic army slaughter the Washituoer jump squad that had leapt in and could not get out.

When a smooth‑edged axe cleaved a berserker of the Devourer war squad to death.

Originally just casually surveying the battlefield and preparing to Leap again, Xisi's eyes lingered a moment longer on his own Terror Devourer.

Then, feeling a bit odd, he looked back again.

The deck, soaked in blood, saw crew and servitors constantly hauling corpses, while huge barrels of fresh water were poured, washing the blood down the deck.

Then came a flood of mops, scrubbing vigorously.

"The warship's damage has reached twelve percent, and Phosphorus is running low."

Ana, responsible for the warship, walked over, but before she could finish speaking, Xisi raised his hand to stop her:

"Understood."

He waved his hand, telling Ana not to disturb him for now; then Xisi watched as he could no longer count how many jump squads had been eliminated, sat back in his seat after the battle, and began polishing the weapons of his demonic army.

Especially the Devourer among the crowd just now, Xisi couldn't even care about the warship; his eyes were fixed entirely on the opponent.

Because unlike the Terror Devourer's dark red scabs that have persisted for ten thousand years, this Terror Devourer now had its Power Armor, at some point, personally stripped of many scabs by him.

And beneath the crimson, an unknown number of years of blue‑white was revealed.

Even the sharp axe that had drawn Xisi's attention, under this Devourer's continual polishing, gradually lost its torment‑inducing serrated edges, becoming a blade that pursued killing efficiency.

"How does it feel..."

"My Devourer under my command is beginning..."

"…has become rational?"

Xisi looked at the scene, somewhat stunned, because beings that fall into the embrace of Chaos demons, whether human or other Alien Forms, usually end up becoming increasingly mad and irrational.

The most direct manifestation is that Terror followers mostly pursue meaningless bloodlust.

Color Devil, on the other hand, is obsessed with pathological bodily torment and all kinds of insane sensory stimulation.

Jianqi loves dabbling in mystic and occult affairs, constantly scheming useless grand plans.

Naguo is relatively better, but the condition is that you must be able to accept your body becoming a giant "ultra‑hard excrement".

But now Xisi watches this Devourer; although the Terror marks still appear on its body, even a naked eye can see that this Devourer is steadily returning to normal.

Even through this Devourer, looking toward more demonic armies, this "improvement" phenomenon began to appear across all of his own demonic troops.

Even the Imperial Prince of Color Devil, some of them began to set aside the self‑harm knives and pick up their brushes again…

Even as he watched these Imperial Princes occasionally glance at him, Xisi curiously followed their gaze to the canvas, where he could see a very familiar silhouette.

"How did they paint me in?"

Watching several Imperial Princes skillfully painting him repeatedly, Xisi saw no pathological craving in their eyes, only a relatively pure artistic pursuit.

Although the painted Xisi still bore various unsavory details, Xisi couldn't understand why he always felt that if he kept leading these demonic armies, someday they would all revert back!

"Is it because… my Hundredfold only has 'positive' feedback?"

Xisi emphasized the word "positive" with a bite.

Because dark gods possess both positive and negative aspects; Terror represents killing and courage, its negative side is killing, its positive side is courage.

Similarly, Jianqi is scheming and erudition, Color Devil is stimulation and art, Naguo is degeneration and rebirth.

Now in Xisi's eyes, these Astat rebels who have fallen into Chaos's negative side for unknown years are, after following him for a while, gradually seeing their positive side outweigh the negative.

It should be noted that during the Great Expedition, the Divine Emperor had as many as eighteen Astat legions, each with distinct characteristics.

Finally, after Helusu's grand birthday celebration, the entire Empire split in two, with nine legions falling into Chaos, becoming the Chaos Rebel Army that brought endless nightmares and wars to the Empire.

And now, a scene never previously imagined actually appeared on Xisi's Bridge.

Even the Cursed Warriors of the Divine Emperor's "demonic army", their eyes constantly scrutinizing these Chaos rebels they themselves had not yet reacted to, and through the Cursed Warriors' eyes, the Subspace eyes that constantly watched Xisi, besides being chaotic, displayed unexpected reactions.

The Four Gods were momentarily bewildered, not knowing what to do; the Divine Emperor, who had been outwitted by Jianqi and had been looking for a chance to contact Kiriman, was gradually…

He pulled back the corner of his "Sunlight" smile!

Feeling the varied gazes of those eyes behind him, Xisi broadened his view to the entire Chaos Rebel Army, watching the "whitening" Astats sprinkled within like sparks, his eyes equally stunned:

"What does it mean?"

"Could it be that my subordinates are about to re‑appear as Light‑transformed…?"

"Nine Panbian Juntuán?!"