Humanity had returned!
Those five simple words silenced every "dragonman" present.
More than four months had passed since the spacecraft was discovered, and everyone had more or less prepared themselves mentally. Yet when their supreme leader spoke those words, they still fell silent.
After all, the Demon Dragon Race had been governed by the Yanhuang Federation for thousands of years. Even the language of the entire race had been changed to Chinese. The extent of that influence needed no further explanation.
Precisely because of that, every member of the Demon Dragon Race understood the nature of the Yanhuang Civilization behind the Yanhuang Federation. That civilization was sick—terminally afflicted with insufficient-firepower anxiety.
So once that civilization declared it would retaliate... well, everyone knew that illnesses could spread.
Since the other side had dared to come, they clearly came with hostile intentions! At the very least, they had brought enough "medicine"—whether actual medicine, explosives, or other military equipment, there would certainly be enough to cure whatever ailed them.
But the Demon Dragon Race did not want to catch that illness, much less be treated for it. Unfortunately, getting sick was not something one could avoid simply by refusing to.
A dragonman soon spoke up. "Leader, I don't think we need to worry. They only have one spacecraft, and it took two and a half months just to decelerate. Its performance is far too outdated. It's also so small—how much combat power could it possibly have? We can't even see any weapons on its surface. It's clearly just a private luxury vehicle for tourism and sightseeing."
With someone taking the lead, everyone immediately became more animated, listing one reason after another.
The Yanhuang Federation had indeed been terrifying back then, but hadn't it collapsed? We declared independence afterward, and nothing happened.
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