Yu Lian admitted that he was starting to worry. He didn't know whether Little Gray had come along with him. This robot lady was certainly capable of something like that. She loved going in person to the heart of every fierce conflict to observe everything up close.
It was her job, and it also came from her overwhelming appetite for gossip. Of course, perhaps she was simply good at hiding and making her escape.
But now, Yu Lian was beginning to doubt it.
Fortunately, he waited several seconds without hearing Little Gray let out a cold, sarcastic "Heh" inside his head. Hopefully she chickened out.
The Emperor seemed not to notice Yu Lian's unusual reaction. Then, rather abruptly, he changed the subject. "The resistance at the Ring of Miracles has ended. Your last warriors were driven into the ravine in the G-877 sector, where they launched a suicidal counterattack against my forces. Two hundred and nineteen died in battle, and the remaining eighty-seven were captured with serious injuries. It happened on May 12, just after you captured Chenxiao Fortress."
Yu Lian's eyes narrowed slightly.
Everything he knew about the fighting in the Dawn Nebula came from secondhand reports from Yang Xiyi. But with the Imperial Fleet so active now, Yang's New Shenzhou Fleet had given up its raids on the Ring of Miracles from the Tower of Babel. Naturally, they could no longer get the latest news.
Yu Lian had known for a long time that all his comrades on the New World had been left to fend for themselves. He had simply been ignoring that fact without realizing it.
"Don't worry. They were all brave warriors, and they'll receive the treatment they deserve. But I can't give you a list of the prisoners right now. Also, so you know,