The Glory of the Kree

The battle lasted a long time. When it ended, Megatron looked at the countless warship fragments and Starship Giant corpses drifting across the battlefield and sighed. "Though their higher-ups were cowards, these soldiers were all heroes."

Star Rock bore several wounds himself. Even the seemingly indestructible shield in his hand had been marked. Yet he did not feel any heartache. He stroked the scar, knowing it was a symbol of glory.

"Should we go help the other allies next?"

Megatron thought for a moment. "Forget it. We'll head straight for their home star system."

After the army made some brief preparations, they continued onward and soon arrived at the outskirts of the Kree's home star system.

It was not as Megatron had imagined, with warships everywhere. On the contrary, only a few warships were stationed there.

"I am the Kree Empire's last commander-in-chief, and you are Lord Megatron of the Earth Allied Forces, correct?"

A massive projection appeared, and its voice carried over the public channel.

Megatron flew forward slightly and replied, "That's right. I am Megatron, here under the Earth Lord's orders to crush the Kree Empire."

"Haha, how truly strange. Such a vast Kree Empire has actually been led onto the path of destruction by one tiny planet."

The commander-in-chief laughed openly. Megatron looked at him coldly. "What is it? Even now, are you still going to talk tough and spout such meaningless nonsense?"

The commander-in-chief shook his head. "Sorry, perhaps I seem a little strange, but that is truly what I think."

Was that so? Megatron's expression softened somewhat. What he hated most were hypocrites who clearly could not win yet insisted on making threats to show how special they were, babbling about how it was not their fault and how heaven wanted them dead. The Kree