The gem-encrusted Gold Wine Cup was viciously hurled to the floor, sending its exquisite thumb-sized gems flying in every direction.
Everyone in the room held their breath and lowered their heads slightly, trying not to become a sacrifice to the emperor's fury.
When the Commander-in-Chief of the Eastern Theater in Nagaril relayed his decision to surrender by telegram, Your Majesty the Emperor initially thought it was a fucking joke!
But it did not take long for him to realize that it was not!
The Federation's mechanized forces advanced rapidly without meeting any fierce resistance. Then the Federation fleet in the strait began to withdraw, yielding part of the shipping lanes.
All of this indicated that they were retreating! This made the Peng Joe Empire Emperor unable to endure the successive blows of bad news any longer. He smashed his most beloved wine cup onto the floor, warping it out of shape!
The wine cup had come from a conquered country. It was said to be that nation's sacred relic, but he had seized it and made it his own drinking vessel.
He had once laughingly told the others that the gods had used this vessel before, and now its master was using it as well.
Thus, people had flatteringly called him "God on Earth." But now, it lay on the floor, and its former noble appearance could never be seen again!
"Execute every lowly bastard who has abandoned their honor, along with their families!"
He roared loudly, no longer showing the listless air of someone half-asleep and half-awake, as though everything were under control.
He was utterly furious. He paced back and forth, with none of the composure and calm he had possessed over the past two years.
The situation was indeed terrible. Ever since clashing with the Federation, the