Xandar had one building that was both its most famous and most important: the seat of the nation's capital. It was commonly known as Xandar Staff Headquarters, or the Nova Corps headquarters.
At this moment, the most powerful person in the country was here. She was a middle-aged woman who led this civilization. Her official titles were Nova Supreme and Legion Commander, while the more unusual title was Hantianwei. Yet right now, she could not look imposing in the slightest.
She was holding a remote conversation with a Kree Empire diplomat. Though she was the leader of a nation and the other party was merely an ordinary diplomatic official, making their statuses vastly unequal, this negotiation looked more like nothing but her own impotent rage.
Nova Supreme accused him in a tone nearly bordering on a roar. "Ronan has destroyed Xandar bases throughout the galaxy. Is the Kree Empire really going to have no reaction at all?"
Yet after hearing this, the blue-skinned bald diplomat remained utterly unmoved and even felt like laughing. "We have already signed a peace agreement. What more do you want?"
His tone and attitude seemed to say that agreeing to cease hostilities had already been an enormous gift to them, so they should not push their luck.
Nova Supreme was nearly smoking with rage, but circumstances were stronger than people. She took a deep breath and said, "The Kree Empire must at least issue a statement condemning Ronan's actions. He is slaughtering my people."
Since Ronan had left the Kree Empire's military order of battle, he was also a rebel in your eyes. I am not asking you to restrain or destroy him now. I only ask that you strongly condemn him. All it takes is a few words to make your position clear. That