Jiaying's face was hidden behind the transparent oval helmet of her spacesuit until she learned how to switch on the tiny concealed lamp inside the full-coverage visor. She heard Constantine mention interstellar missiles and Terrigen compound warheads, yet her expression remained calm. She had no idea what interstellar missiles were, nor did she know what Terrigen compound warheads were. Her education was insufficient for her to understand the properties of a compound like Terrigen, or the biological accumulation effects of the food chain.
This meant that plants and animals across the globe would be contaminated, with incalculable consequences. As the apex species in the food chain, even without alien gene codes capable of bonding with Terrigen compounds, the Human Race would inevitably suffer severe Genetic Mutation from Terrigen contamination. Cancer rates around the world would rise sharply, and many illnesses never seen before might emerge—the Emperor calmly explained, in brief terms, the plans of Attilan's Inhuman Gene Council and the effects those Terrigen Warheads would cause. Yet Jiaying did not care in the slightest. She even revealed a satisfied smile.
"Let me communicate with you in logographic script. This language carries more information and can effectively shorten our communication time. You often complain about humanity persecuting the Inhumans, but you have never realized that many of the tragedies and enemies in your life were created by your own hands. The same is true of the Inhumans. No one wants the meat they eat today to come from an eight-legged chicken."
"So what?" Jiaying glared at the ground. She did not dare look directly at the Emperor, because those glowing eyes could pierce her soul and excavate the deepest-hidden memories in her mind. Every day and night she had spent in the prisons of the City of Immortals had brought her