Although Dead Spirit had escaped the bombardment and considered himself lucky, he felt no joy whatsoever.
After all, he was the supreme leader on Coral Star.
With the Azurean Army on Coral Star suffering such devastating losses, someone would inevitably have to take the blame, and he was undoubtedly the ideal scapegoat.
Considering the bleak fate awaiting him, it would have been strange if Dead Spirit had been in a good mood.
Fortunately, the upheaval had not crushed him completely. The Azureans also believed in redeeming one's failures through meritorious service.
Dead Spirit immediately reassigned tasks, ordering the surviving Azure Warriors to tally the casualties in each area.
Although the Azure Empire was a cultivation civilization, it was still a peak two-star, or even three-star, interstellar civilization capable of traveling between planets. Instant messaging was among its most basic capabilities, so even with those cities gone, its communications remained unaffected.
But the resulting figures did nothing to improve Dead Spirit's mood.
In just over an hour, explosions like the one earlier had occurred nearly fifty times.
In other words, every city on Coral Star with an Azurean garrison had been hit. Not a single one had escaped.
Because Dead Spirit had previously ordered all troops to withdraw into the core cities, every Azure Warrior on Coral Star had been stationed in those cities or their immediate surroundings.
As a result, that bombardment had killed at least eighty percent of the Azureans on Coral Star.
The scattered troops who remained were not entirely incapable of fighting, but compared with the vast force they had started with, they were clearly on a completely different level.
Words could not describe Dead Spirit's foul mood. At that moment, he had only one thought: report everything that had happened here to the Grand Marshal, then