Purple Gleam Star.
A vast fleet hovered several kilometers above Purple Gleam Star's surface. The muzzles of the spaceships' cannons glowed crimson, still in an overheated state.
"Prince Red Claw, of the five Divine Weapons Valley disciples on Purple Gleam Star, four have now fallen. Only the last one remains, hiding deep underground with the few tens of thousands of Human Race survivors left on Purple Gleam Star."
A Beast Race expert reported the results of this campaign with a proud expression.
Red Claw nodded, fairly satisfied with the outcome. "You did well!"
"Unfortunately, Purple Gleam Star is merely an exceedingly remote planet. It cannot be considered one of the major stars within Human Race territory."
"I must wipe out the Human Race on at least three such planets before I can qualify to participate in the Dragonkin Inheritance."
"Next, you will lead a squad to clear out the remaining Human Race members on Purple Gleam Star. I will lead the main force to raid the other planets and accumulate enough battle merits as soon as possible."
"Rest assured, Prince. Leave all the remaining humans to me. I guarantee that not a single one will be left alive!" The Beast Race expert was delighted upon hearing this and immediately accepted the task.
He only had to wipe out the remaining humans on Purple Gleam Star. It was practically free credit.
The sole remaining Divine Weapons Valley disciple was only at the Aperture Opening Fifth Layer, nothing to fear at all.
At that moment, a silver-white spaceship emerging from beneath the clouds suddenly caught the Beast Race fleet's attention.
Hiss!
Before the spaceship had even come to a stop, its hatch slowly opened.
Then, a black-clad figure stepped out into the fierce winds. Without another word, he slashed his blade toward