"God River... angels... lesser intelligence... seek peaceful coexistence with Mottled Blue... accept the conditions... otherwise Mottled Blue will provide beast body intelligence... if the God River Bodies insist on fighting to the death... they will be unable to coexist with Mottled Blue... Silver Sea Empire... grace!"
Not all Triangular Body Beings were called Triangular Bodies. Different factions existed among them, much like the God River Body world had civilizations such as the angels, God River, and Sun. This newly emerged branch of Triangular Bodies was called Mottled Blue.
It had to be admitted that Mottled Blue's brains were highly evolved, but that gave them excessively blind confidence, causing them to repeatedly test the edge of self-destruction.
Never mind whether they were the Silver Sea Empire or the Galaxy Empire—those words, "grace," were not something just anyone could casually say.
As everyone knew, grace referred to the favors and special treatment bestowed by an emperor upon his subjects according to established rules.
For Mottled Blue to say that, it was clear that they regarded these negotiations as nothing more than a superior lowering themselves to receive lesser intelligent lifeforms—or, more accurately, deliver a final ultimatum to inferior beings.
Such arrogance was bound to receive the lesson it deserved!
The negotiations had broken down and the talks had yielded nothing. Was there any need to maintain proper decorum?
Of course not! With a belly full of anger, keeping it bottled up would be bad for one's health. At least, that was what Hua Zhen thought.
"Not just anyone gets to use the word 'grace.' Such tiny Triangular Bodies dare act so arrogantly. Do you really think silence means we're afraid of you?" Hua Zhen sat in the negotiation chair, his voice icy. As his words fell, he suddenly thrust an arm