The entire conference room was chaos, pure and simple.
Before long, the weaklings standing around the outer edge of the crowd were mostly dead. Then it was the turn of the more capable captains to launch vicious counterattacks. Light, fire, electricity, and all kinds of elements flooded everyone's vision like special effects.
All sorts of innate abilities bombarded the Intelligent Robots wielding weapons, as well as the people aboard the Star Destroyer—no one knew whether they were star pirates or regular troops of the Star Empire.
Of course, some unlucky little bastards had not been shot to death by firearms, only to be caught in the crossfire of their peers' attacks instead, dying in especially miserable fashion. Some became dried corpses with all the moisture in their bodies evaporated, some became charred black husks, and some turned into ice sculptures before shattering to pieces.
The worst off were the ones who had only a bit of bone ash left.
Good grief. Scene after scene made He Zhao cry out in amazement again and again.
To be honest, the number of people jointly killed by the Intelligent Robots and the Star Destroyer crew was definitely not as high as the number accidentally killed by the powerful star pirate captains.
And beside him, the bearded man had completely broken down. Panicked and at a loss, he crouched down with both hands over his head, terrified that some unexpected calamity might fly over and wipe him out by accident.
If he had known earlier, he never should have come to get involved in this mess in the first place.
One moment he had run into the murderous Space Bandit, and the next he had stepped into the giant pit dug by the King of the Cauldron Belt.
Why was his life, old Hill's