Brimming with Martial Virtue / The Situation

Dane stood among the Atlases with a mask over his face, a shoulder taller than those around him and the target of the Kree's heaviest concentrated fire.

Yet no attack could penetrate the armor forged from Adamantium-Vibranium alloy 797.

In just fifteen minutes, the Kree aboard the entire warship had been slaughtered to the point of collapse by the Atlases, forcing them to retreat to the command room and make their last stand.

"Monsters, monsters! What the hell are you?"

Because they had remained taciturn throughout, the Atlases looked like silent Grim Reapers in the Kree's eyes, seemingly incapable of any emotion other than killing.

"Unconditional surrender, or die."

Dane's voice was cold and utterly devoid of emotion.

"The Kree will never surrender..."

Bang—!

Dane blew apart the upper half of the speaking Kree with a single shot.

"Then I'll grant you your wish."

The Atlases resumed their harvest of death, slaughtering every Kree they saw.

When facing aliens, none of the Atlases showed the slightest ripple of emotion as they struck, as casually as ordinary people slaughtering chickens or gutting fish.

"Ah! Lord Ronan will never forgive you!" A Kree wailed as he was killed.

"Clear the battlefield. Prepare to land."

Only then did Dane connect to their main flagship. "Have Michelle's people temporarily take over the Kree warships. We're preparing to land."

The Atlas flagship immediately sent a communication request to Michelle's allied forces, informed them of the situation, and instructed them to cooperate.

How could the Brisket Force, which had barely survived under the Kree's oppression, dare refuse? They immediately did as instructed.

Martial Might in Abundance

Soon, the Atlas Legion descended upon Michelle Planet like meteors.

Since the planet's agriculture was highly automated, its population was not particularly large. It had only one major city, with