Not only were these grenadiers completely off guard, but the robots had also shut their weapon racks and lain back down, returning to standby mode.
Clearly, the Dawn Angel's internal defense system still considered Yu Lian a "friendly."
That wasn't surprising. Lately, Yu Lian had been wandering around the Dawn Angel almost every day. Aside from a few particularly sensitive areas, the crew had naturally learned to let him roam.
After all, he was an officer and a member of the observation team. To the Imperial personnel, who placed great importance on rank and hierarchy, he was someone they had to address as "sir."
And he was a Chosen champion. To ordinary people—especially those who had served in the military—he was a bona fide national idol, practically a superstar on the level of a World Cup-winning footballer. Of course, if Yu Lian hadn't been human, the soldiers might have had some reservations. But Yu Lian was entirely human, and in the Galactic Empire, which proudly waved the banners of pan-humanism and human supremacy, that meant there was absolutely no problem.
As for the deaths of a bunch of knightly lords... ordinary grunts didn't know who was who. They'd just found it thrilling, and declared that this year's War God Festival had gone absolutely wild.
All in all, Yu Lian's time aboard the Dawn Angel had been peaceful enough. None of the classic "someone comes looking for trouble and gets humiliated" scenes had played out. From the officers at headquarters to the cooks and orderlies in the kitchen, he'd gotten along reasonably well with everyone.
So when Yu Lian appeared in front of them, the guards weren't surprised. They figured it was only a matter of time before he wandered over here.
What surprised Yu Lian a little, though, was how