Aboard the Nidhogg, Ye Luo lay on the throne at the center of the command room, his eyes gazing out at the starry sky through the transparent armor like a giant floor-to-ceiling window ten meters away, his gaze deep and cold.
"Whoosh..." The command room doors suddenly opened, and Ye Chao slowly walked in.
"My Emperor, everything is ready!"
Ye Luo nodded lightly, his gaze still wandering among the stars. "We can begin..."
"Yes, My Emperor!"
In the Tanzania Star Region, on an abandoned colony planet, every soldier silently went about their work. Even the youngest and most mischievous members of the unit felt so stifled by the atmosphere that it was as if a massive stone were pressing against their chests.
Before them lay a colossal grave five hundred meters deep, one thousand meters long, and one thousand meters wide, filled with countless corpses!
These corpses belonged to no one else—they were all people of Columbia in the Tanzania Star Region! With hundreds of billions of lives, even divided evenly among seven colony planets, there would still be nearly fifteen billion people on each. The number was so horrifying that even more than a hundred such giant graves excavated on every colony planet could not bury all the bodies!
"Damn Zerg. I really can't understand how the Saint Masente Civilization ever let them join the Pusilan Federation. Those beasts kill without batting an eye—they're nothing but animals!" A soldier ground his teeth, tears streaming down his face, his eyes bloodshot. Before him lay three corpses, all members of his family!
The comrade beside him was equally furious. "I'm not hung up on that question at all. There's only one thing I'm hung up on: the Zerg have already declared war on us. Are we really supposed to wait until