Doria's declaration, "We will accept your surrender!" instantly threw the Council Hall into an uproar.
Peace talks meant negotiating as equals, but surrender was an entirely different matter.
The three races of the Jinxiu Galaxy Council considered themselves advanced civilizations. For thousands of years, they had never invaded a planet; they had only observed and protected the development of planetary civilizations.
They had never imagined that their first contact with an advanced civilization outside their galaxy would be with a race so powerful they could not possibly resist it. Still less had they imagined that this barbaric race had no intention of negotiating peace.
A Gomed general roared at Doria, "If you want war, then fight! Surrender is out of the question!"
Doria swept her compound eyes around the room and smiled. "Are you even qualified to discuss fighting us?"
"You invaded Ferandel first! We only wanted to drive you away, yet you attacked without provocation. Was it wrong for us to send a fleet to save Ferandel? What gives you the right to demand our surrender?"
Doria's chilling laughter rang throughout the Council Hall. "Ridiculous... hahaha... ignorant..."
Doria said coldly, "Our strength!"
Those words plunged the entire Council Hall into dead silence. One hundred thousand Dreadnought-class Battleships were stationed nearby. Even ten Brocade Galaxies could not match such strength.
Jiesang lowered his head. "Envoy Doria, what are your terms? What do you want us to do?"
Doria said, "First, hand over all your Bio-Boosted Armor and the technology behind it. Second, all Biohumans technical units and troops will belong to the Insect Race. Third, turn over every one of your Dreadnought-class Battleships to the Insect Race."
Nord immediately opposed these three conditions. To him, handing Bio-Boosted Armor technology over to the Insect Race was unthinkable. It was the foundation