Watching the scenes unfolding inside the Seventh Civilization's Command Ship.
At this moment, aboard the Massim Civilization's fleet command ship, King Maxim and his ministers all wore looks of contempt and displeasure.
"That Kerrison Tengsen, when all was said and done, still didn't trust us!"
"Exactly! We kindly invited them to join the Earth Civilization Alliance, yet they judged a gentleman's heart with their petty minds!"
"Hehe... though we really were thinking of dealing with them this way, weren't we?"
"Even if we were dealing with them, it would be for their own good! Otherwise, couldn't we just open fire and wipe them out?"
The High-Level Commanders chimed in one after another, venting their dissatisfaction without restraint.
King Maxim, however, kept a grim face and said nothing.
"Your Majesty, King Maxim, are we really withdrawing a thousand light-years? If we do that, we'll be at a disadvantage if the enemy tries to escape..."
A High-Level Commander beside him reminded him.
In fact, this was precisely the question King Maxim had been considering.
Hearing this, he looked up at the other man.
Then he smiled cryptically.
"Withdrawing is an art in itself."
King Maxim answered in a meaningful tone.
At his words, the other commanders all turned to look at him.
"Your Majesty, have you thought of a way to deal with those enemies?"
The commanders asked curiously.
At the same time, in another direction.
The Iron-Blood Civilization's massive fleet, boasting 500 million combat power, was spread in a line across the vast galaxy.
So many Star Destroyer Motherships stretched across dozens of light-years, completely sealing off the enemy's possible escape routes.
"Your Majesty, the Iron-Blood King, King Maxim has agreed to the enemy's terms and informed us to withdraw one thousand light-years."
The Iron-Blood Civilization's former Grand Elder respectfully came