Invaders with No Will to Fight

A first-rate warship of the Zilun Empire sailed along the Cosmic Current through the pitch-black void.

"Commander, we will reach Heres in five minutes!"

"I understand. Make preparations according to plan!"

"Yes, Commander!"

Karos's feelings were extremely complicated at that moment.

He had clearly been preparing to wipe out the evil civilization known as humanity, yet before departure, Marshal Eris had assigned him a mission.

After arriving at Heres, he had to do everything possible to establish contact with humanity. His Majesty Latis would speak with them in search of cooperation!

Moreover, to prevent them from being directly destroyed by the human garrison before they could establish contact after reaching Heres, Marshal Eris had even dispatched a total of twenty-four warships, including his own. They had set out ahead of the fleet at a rate of one ship per hour.

Weren't they supposed to destroy that evil human civilization and restore peace to the stars?

How had it turned into seeking cooperation?

And besides—

His was the first of the twenty-four warships to depart!

In other words, the odds of his warship being directly destroyed by the human garrison were far greater than those of the other twenty-three ships—much greater!

Karos was not afraid of death. Brainwashed by the Empire for years, he considered his life insignificant as long as it was for the Empire.

But he was still unwilling to die so inexplicably.

Yet orders were orders, and he had to carry them out. All he could do now was pray that these evil humans were at least somewhat civilized and would not open fire without a word the moment they met!

Otherwise—

He truly would die for nothing!

As Karos's thoughts ran wild, five minutes quietly passed.

"Preparing to exit the Cosmic Current. Beginning countdown!"

"Three, two, one—exiting