The news left Yu Lian at a loss for what expression to make.
On another timeline, perhaps because they shared the same misfortune, the Terrabians had been Earth's allies for a long time. Even among the original volunteer forces, there had been an elite assault unit known as the Terrabian Legion, which had won great distinction in battle. Their final suicide squad had all died alongside their comrades aboard the Dawn Angel.
And yet, despite all that, the Terrabians had never attained the country of their dreams. They had failed to be reborn in the flames, and continued to sink into misery as the Katai grew ever stronger.
By the time Yu Lian had returned, the Terrabians had even stopped their basic insurgent activities.
Of course, after Yu Lian's return, everything had changed.
The Ape Mane Royal Family of the Katai had been almost entirely wiped out, and had completely lost control of their vast territory. Warlords from all sides were kneeling and fawning before the Empire's Privy Council, hoping to win the Dragon King's favor and support and become the new Katai king.
For a vassal state of the Empire, its greatest source of legitimacy wasn't its own history and traditions, but the Galactic Empire's recognition.
Under these circumstances, the Terrabians, who had already won the Privy Council bigwigs' preliminary approval, had also "legitimately" gained independence.
As long as they really did faithfully offer their loyalty to the Galactic Empire, they would only need to go through a few formalities before becoming an official member state of the Galactic Civilization Council.
That was the relativity of historical change, wasn't it?
Setting aside his own position, Yu Lian really wanted to offer his Terrabian friends his congratulations. He'd even been tempted to send a congratulatory telegram.
Feifei told Yu Lian,