Ronan had just received orders from the Supreme Intelligence. Leaning on his war hammer, he sat quietly on the grand bridge, watching the scenery of space.
As he watched insignificant asteroids get sucked into a black hole, he fell into thought.
He did not think the Supreme Intelligence had discovered his intentions. He had ways to shield his thoughts. Nor did he consider his plan a rebellion, because he merely wanted the Queen and the Supreme Intelligence to rule together.
The Kree Empire had complicated factions. Aside from the resistance and the small groups that worshipped cosmic gods, the two largest factions were the Royalists and the Technological Theocracy.
But the Royalists were now considered traitors to the Empire and were being hunted everywhere, so they had ended up mixing with the resistance, who advocated saving the nation through Mutants.
Naturally, the Technological Theocracy worshipped the Supreme Intelligence. They firmly believed the Supreme Intelligence was a god and that all his decisions were correct. They were a group of brainless lunatics, as though anyone who did not worship the Supreme Intelligence had to die.
On the surface, Ronan belonged to the military faction. It did not matter who took power; Kree soldiers only carried out The Führer's orders.
But in truth, he was a faction unto himself—the moderates. He hoped the Queen and the Supreme Intelligence could govern together, believing that was the best arrangement.
It had to be said that Ronan looked like a burly brute, his face practically screaming warrior, but he was actually an idealist who wholeheartedly wanted his country and people to grow stronger.
But now, the Supreme Intelligence had pulled the entire Dark Aster Fleet from the main battlefield and sent it into the calm Milky Way Galaxy. Ronan could not understand what this move