Once the objective had been decided, they just had to act. Even though Deathstroke said the fighting would likely spread across several planetary systems and might kill hundreds of billions, the First Princess showed no strong resistance.
The Shi'ar Empire had more than six thousand colony worlds. Losing a few of them in exchange for the throne was worthwhile.
Her only request was that Charles stay behind to keep her company and chat. She had also decided to lift the ban on art and wanted to hear what a wise human had to say about it.
Jean thought Charles was being held hostage, and she was a little unhappy about it. But the professor merely smiled and told her to go with Deathstroke. He said that with himself and Kitty here, nothing would happen.
So the original four-person team gained Gladiator and once again set off aboard Attilan's small spacecraft.
"Decapitation Tactic?" Gladiator took over piloting. He was more familiar with the nearby star systems, including how to secretly pass through the battle lines where the two sides were exchanging fire. "Earth languages are interesting. That metaphor is quite fitting."
"The root of it all is Vulcan. His strength gave the rebels confidence. We only need to erase his existence, and whatever Deathbird relies on will cease to exist." Su Ming stood behind him with a cigarette between his fingers, slowly savoring the tobacco. "To put it bluntly, without top-tier fighters, I doubt their warships would be enough for you to tear apart by yourself."
Gladiator gave a confident smile, though he still spoke modestly. "The rebel warships are also Imperial property, and the soldiers are our compatriots as well. If possible, I do not wish to kill too many people. Killing is a means to achieve an objective, but