141: He is God, and we are merely His angels.

A day passed quickly, and when Xi Hai woke up early in the morning, he heard that Kelaifu had led a team overnight to wipe out the Taxation Department branch at Tianjin Seat V89.

Honestly, he was deeply shocked by this efficiency.

Last night, he had completed the first draft of the ideological education book he had cobbled together, and had already begun printing and distribution.

After putting on his military dress uniform, he glanced at the schedule—everything was in order; today was the day to present the flag to the Guardian Angel Legion.

After the flag presentation was over, he also had to publicly judge those thirteen Traitors from the Taxation Department who had betrayed humanity; he was very busy.

He tidied his attire and walked towards the Starport—

Yes, the flag presentation ceremony had to be held in a special place,

a place that required him to be on his absolute best behavior.

At this moment, aboard the light space fortress "Pluto".

This small fortress, converted from a civilian warehouse, was the place where the 9-89th Legion interred the remains of their martyrs.

After multiple expansions and repairs, it now looked large enough to be considered a heavy permanent fortification.

Julius and Gabriel, leading the others, were standing in front of the Starport, waiting for Xi Hai.

Today was an incredibly important day for their Legion—

they would be presented with the Legion's exclusive flag under the witness of the heroic spirits of countless predecessors.

"Julius, you should have finished reading that book, 'struggle of humanity', sent by His Majesty Chusiro, right?"

Julius looked at Gabriel, nodded, and replied:

"Of course, I have already required the entire Legion to study it."

"Also, the Supreme Director said that we cannot call him Your Majesty yet."

The two fell into a brief silence.

Julius recalled the book titled 'struggle of humanity' that had been handed to him last night; it was undoubtedly a masterpiece.

Initially, he had only viewed it as a political task, but slowly, he became deeply immersed in it, unable to extricate himself.

The book currently only had an introduction and three sections: [To the Soldiers: Why We Fight], [To the People: What Kind of Government Deserves Your Support], and [To All Humanity: Where Does Our Future Lie].

He felt that many of the concepts within it coincided with the beliefs they had always upheld.

At the same time, he realized for the first time that being unable to defend his home with just one fleet was not only because the strength of a fleet was limited, but also because of the decline and backwardness of humanity.

The dark future of the collective led to the tragic fates of countless individuals, and to change the future of the collective, countless tragic individuals needed to unite, stand shoulder to shoulder, and carve out a bloody path for the collective by burning themselves.

He did not know if this was true, but an intuition told him that under the original circumstances, his hometown could not avoid the fate of extinction no matter what—first, they, the protectors, would all be sacrificed, then the civilians would take up arms, and finally, no one would survive, not even those who remembered them.

They had intended to fight to the death with despair and conviction, but the man named Chusiro arrived. He not only saved them but also saved his hometown.

Now, he had also described a future where they could truly see the light and told him how to walk this path. Regardless of success or failure, he wanted to try.

"By the way, Gabriel," "Do you know?" Julius suddenly broke the silence.

"Just last night, the branch of the Imperial Tax Administration Department located at Tianjin Seat V89 was cleaned out—the kind where not a single living soul was left."

Gabriel nodded and said: "I know, I know it all."

"That scum who betrayed humanity deserves to die."

Julius looked into Gabriel's eyes and continued: "It was Lord Chusiro who dispatched the Imperial Navy; it must be."

"He went to this extent for us—" "Do you know what this represents?"

Gabriel: "I understand," "He treats us as true family."

Julius shook his head and said in a slightly regretful tone: "I do not think I am qualified to be His family," "I think—"

Suddenly, he became serious and solemn— "He is our God."

Gabriel's eyes narrowed as it stared at Julius, and the latter continued,

"We are merely His Angels."

"We will eventually bring His gospel and teachings to every corner of the universe—but before that, go and prepare yourself,"

"We will turn into flames that burn forever; either we turn into ashes in the turbulence of the eternal night, or—we survive the long night and become the morning sun of the new world He spoke of."

Gabriel stared quietly at Julius for a long while before responding: "I think," "you are right."

The flag presentation ceremony was simple. As the Legion Commander, Julius received the flag handed over by Xi Hai in the middle of the Hall of Heroic Spirits, under the gaze of countless predecessors.

As for the first-generation Imperial Navy flag that had been passed down for over seven hundred years, Xi Hai kept it at headquarters under the pretext of "letting those fallen veterans see it so they can find their way home."

During the flag presentation, after unfolding the blood-red flag, Xi Hai once again felt the malice from the world—

Why did the Legion flag designed by 8225 look so much like the Blood Raven emblem??

Could it be some mysterious power from a parallel universe? Or was it just too similar, causing the world's will to directly correct it into this shape?

Forget it, Xi Hai decided to stop thinking about it for now.

"Alright, next is the trial of the Traitors." "Bring them up!"

Thirteen people wearing straightjackets with buzz cuts were brought up.

"Thirteen staff members from the former Tianjin Seat V89 branch of the Imperial Tax Administration Department—of course, they are now heretics."

"While collaborating with aliens, they betrayed the dignity of being human and inflicted inhumane, inhumane torture on fellow human warriors,"

"..." (A large amount of physically uncomfortable descriptions)

"As humans, you chose to abandon the restraint of being human and colluded with filthy aliens—" "You even treated your own compatriots with methods crueler than the aliens!"

As he spoke, Xi Hai stared disdainfully at the ashen-faced Traitors.

"We are judging you, not taking revenge on you," "It is not because of our mercy." "We also want to tear you to pieces!"

"But if we did that—we would be no different from you!" "The trial is to nail you to the pillar of shame in history, to ensure you can never lift your heads for all eternity!"

"It is to let everyone know—we are different from you!"

"Your bodies will be incinerated under the gaze of countless heroic spirits! Your ashes will be buried in the statues, kneeling here for all eternity!"

"Now!" "Based on the accusations against your crimes, we classify your charges as 'crimes against humanity'!"

"It is a disgrace for humanity to have scum like you!" "I sentence you Traitors to death—execute immediately!"

The pyre was ignited, and the scorching flames immediately swallowed the thirteen twisted figures.

In the flames, it seemed as if countless twisted and struggling black shadows emerged. They pounced, as if they wanted to tear the souls of those thirteen Traitors to shreds.

Everyone just watched quietly—until a wisp of ash drifted into the air.

(My schedule has been very full these past few days, with classes every night.)