Inside Boulder Fortress, Dilimulati was waiting for good news from his subordinates.
However, no good news came back. Instead, they received a very unpleasant and shocking report.
"Murati-sama!! Something terrible has happened!!"
A Communications Soldier hurried in from outside and shouted at Dilimulati.
Before he could finish speaking, a Pirate Leader stood up and kicked him flying.
"Bullshit!"
"What do you mean, something terrible has happened to Murati-sama? Do you even know how to talk?"
That kick left the Communications Soldier completely dazed.
He lay on the ground groaning for a long time, unable to get back up.
At that moment, however, a faint sense of unease rose in Dilimulati's heart.
With a grim expression, he looked at the soldier on the ground and asked.
"What happened for you to panic like this?"
"Old Four, how many times have I told you not to take your anger out on your own brothers?"
As Dilimulati spoke, he gave a signal to one of his guards nearby.
The guard immediately went over and helped the injured Communications Soldier up.
"Tell us. Take your time."
Dilimulati stared at the blood flowing from the man's chest, his tone softening.
He could tell that kick had shattered the Communications Soldier's breastbone. He was basically beyond saving.
Whether this kid lived or died was not important.
What mattered was that he said what he had come to report first!
"Cough, cough..."
The man coughed up a mouthful of clotted blood.
"Murati-sama, the two large Star Destroyer Mothership Fleets we sent to encircle and annihilate... the Earth Civilization..."
"What happened to the fleets?"
Dilimulati's eyes narrowed slightly when he heard that, and he hurriedly pressed for an answer.
"Th-they've lost contact... Cough, cough..."
The Communications Soldier barely managed to finish speaking before he breathed his last.
"Tsk..."