[Star-Eye] was the kind of advanced starship that looked powerful at first glance, stunning to behold and shrouded in mystery.
At the same time, [Star-Eye] had an outstanding combat record.
Even when dozens of Nautiloid Ships pursued it and tried to cut it off, it remained unhurried, easily shaking off every pursuer.
The attack had lasted quite a while, yet [Star-Eye] had suffered no visible damage and ultimately made a flawless exit.
Even the Antilan Empire's capital ships could not match that performance.
"The locals have a decent eye," Anse said with a chuckle.
Ordinary people watched the news merely for the spectacle, but with enough viewers, there would always be knowledgeable, broad-minded people who stepped forward to help everyone analyze the causes, consequences, and implications.
These people were also quietly shaping public opinion on the Spirit Network.
"A million casualties is far too exaggerated."
Anse had calculated that he had killed no more than two hundred thousand mind flayers. There would have been more wounded, but the total could never have reached a million. Meteors falling from the sky were indeed terrifying, but lava spheres were not nuclear bombs. They emitted no radiation, and their actual lethal radius was only a few kilometers.
Anyone who hid in a sturdy underground shelter in time might have escaped without injury.
"This merchant doesn't know what actually happened in the fighting. He can only infer it from how brutal the battle was, so he's bound to exaggerate the results." War was like that. Sometimes fewer than twenty percent of one's comrades had died, yet those who had experienced the fighting felt that countless people had been killed. They frightened themselves, their fear and tension magnifying the carnage of the battlefield.
"It's not a bad thing to scare those idiots. Otherwise, their deaths