Song Chen's voice descended from the stars, reaching every ear.
"People of this planet, I... am an emissary of the Radiant Dawn Civilization."
His very first words stunned Shelly. She stared at Song Chen with wide eyes. The Radiant Dawn Civilization?
When had he become an emissary of the Radiant Dawn Civilization?
But she quickly understood. What the people of the Azure Galaxy remembered most was the Radiant Dawn Civilization. Even natives who had never seen the Radiant People had heard about them from their ancestors.
Only that name was worthy of the slash he had just unleashed.
Song Chen did not look at her. His voice continued.
"You don't need to be afraid. I've come to bring you news. The Blood-Eclipse Civilization has suffered a crushing defeat in the Milky Way. Their fleet has been annihilated."
"Their First Holy Lord has been slain by a powerful warrior of the Milky Way. They aren't coming back. You are free."
Shelly covered her mouth in shock, scarcely able to believe her ears.
She knew Song Chen was lying. The First Holy Lord was not dead, and the Milky Way was still fighting desperately at Heavenly Pivot.
Yet there was not a trace of unease on Song Chen's face as he spoke. His voice was steady.
That was no lie. It was fire, a beam of light he had brought to a planet oppressed for tens of millions of years.
Song Chen continued, "You live like livestock and die like livestock. How many times have your ancestors been slaughtered? How many times have you yourselves been slaughtered?"
"Do you still remember who you are? You aren't livestock raised by the Blood-Eclipse Clan. You are people, the native inhabitants of the Azure Galaxy."
"You've lived like livestock for far too long."
"You're herded