167: I am not a god, thank you.

"Hum——!!"

A soft sound drifted from above the dome.

A few rays of soft light quietly seeped in, slightly diluting the cold blue light emitted by the central geometric object.

At the same time, a routine voice sounded in Chelsea's headset:

"Hello? This is the Third Squadron front-line command base. Please acknowledge, advance assault team."

"We have cleared the collapse. We have currently discovered a dome-like structure beneath it."

"Please report the specific situation below again so that follow-up construction can proceed."

That's right, the main force had arrived.

Under the joint construction of three large engineering structures, several parts of the dome were quickly dug through. The team led by Chelsea and the two research officers were soon sent out.

Immediately after, four loud bangs rang out. The perimeter of the dome was directionally blasted, and the cranes rose simultaneously.

Like opening a sealed box, a quadrilateral concrete structure was lifted.

The scene that had been sealed for ten thousand years saw the light of day again.

The captain of the Third Squadron stood at the edge, looking at the shimmering light inside the hole and the ferocious, sharp geometric object located in the center.

He couldn't help but exclaim again—

"Oh, my Luo Tianyi..."

Suddenly, the adjutant beside him tugged at him and whispered a reminder:

"Uh... sir, your dialect seems a bit heavy."

"If you keep mispronouncing 'God' as 'Luo Tianyi,' everyone is going to suspect that you have a sister-in-law."

"That pronunciation... it sounds too much like a person's name."

The squadron captain waved his hand directly and said:

"Go away, I'll read it however I want."

"Who doesn't know that our regiment is full of old bachelors? Where would a sister-in-law come from?"

"Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz——"

As the two were chatting, suddenly, the sound of aircraft engines came from far to near. Everyone looked up and saw a dark gray Shuttle with a low-profile paint job descending from the sky.

By now, almost no one in the entire Legion did not know what this Shuttle with serial number Aa00001 (1) represented—

The person sitting on it was their Commander, their leader, and their deity:

Xi Hai Chusiro.

The first two titles were because of his position,

And the latter title was because that guy Julius had added a paragraph to "struggle of humanity," which everyone in the Legion had to read:

"The divine Xi Hai Chusiro, he is our deity—the deity of all humanity."

"His arrival is to bring the dying humanity back on track."

"We have been saved by him, and we will follow in his footsteps to join the glorious cause of saving all humanity—"

"Here, we will become his angels, spreading his gospel to every corner of the galaxy where humanity exists."

That's right, this guy added it on his own initiative, and the acceptance of this statement within the Legion was incredibly high.

"Pfft——"

The door of the Shuttle opened gently, and Xi Hai walked down in full military uniform, followed by the Commander of the Ninth Mobile Fleet.

In an instant, a huge crowd in front of him knelt down on one knee.

Wait, what? What is this?

This sudden development completely dumbfounded Xi Hai.

Didn't the Qing Dynasty fall long ago?

What the hell are these people doing!

Looking at these big guys in red and white, Xi Hai quickly picked up a communicator directly connected to the Third Squadron's command chain and said loudly:

"Everyone get up! Who told you to kneel!"

It wasn't until the crowd stood up one after another that he continued to ask:

"Who can explain to me what is going on?"

The officers behind him, under such a low-pressure aura, looked at each other and felt inexplicably guilty.

Until the stubborn captain of the Third Squadron actually took a copy of "struggle of humanity" from his bosom, turned to the last page, handed it to Xi Hai, and gave a brief explanation.

Only then did Xi Hai realize what kind of big trouble his subordinates had caused him again.

Good grief, the officers he recruited were getting more and more abnormal!

Gunnar, with those thick eyebrows and big eyes, only wanted him to reach the status of the Yellow Skin Demon (Emperor).

But this guy Julius wanted to push him directly to the ideological niche of the Yellow Skin Demon (God)?

What the hell!

Compared to this, even Norma, who called him 'Dad' the moment they met, had become a normal person!

"Tell me, how widespread is this statement?"

If not many people know, it shouldn't be hard to correct...

"Report! Basically the entire Legion knows."

Xi Hai: ...

Damn it! Julius! I really need to control you!

After a long silence, Xi Hai looked at the group of people in front of him.

Forget it, it has only just begun to spread, and it is not too late to extinguish it now—

He didn't want to be a god, and besides, humanity didn't need a god.

But there were still things to do. After sending a communication to Julius for immediate rectification, he picked up the Third Squadron's command communicator and said briefly:

"Everyone present, listen up. I am not a god, and humanity does not need a god to save it!"

"The only ones who can save us are ourselves!"

"Humanity pays tribute to the pioneers, to those who die for the cause, and to all those who unite and move forward."

"But people will not, and cannot, pay tribute to a so-called deity—a packaged deity!"

"Put away your knees. If you really wait until the day you kneel to me, then that day must be the day I pass away."

"So, no kneeling to me from now on!"

"Yes!"

A neat and loud response rang out from the crowd.

Xi Hai breathed a sigh of relief and calmed his mood.

Since coming here, he felt that his speech skills had become so proficient that he could do it on the fly—

Even though he was just an art student who studied fine arts before.

It's really troublesome.

When he gets back, it seems necessary to organize another talk with the high-level officials in the Legion—

He also had to find a way to wipe out the so-called "faith" trend in the entire Legion and replace it with a healthier and more normal one.

Otherwise, this nearly deformed faith would only make the society under his rule increasingly deformed, until the moment he left, it would completely collapse and turn into nothingness.

However—that was a matter for later. He looked at the crowd and instructed:

"You can figure out the rest yourselves. I will set aside time to talk to everyone about this matter."

"Now—"

His gaze turned to the large pit.

"Let us go and see what that pre-era megastructure looks like."