Seven days later, in No. 1 City Zone on Luoqie Star, the survivors gathered trembling in the underground plaza, with no distinction between high and low, noble and common.
The new and old nobles of this backward planet simply lacked the courage to confront the army of the Gador Empire.
The territory of the Star River Federation ultimately needed the Gador Empire to defend it. At this moment, it carried a certain grim irony.
The sky was overcast, and sunlight was rarely seen.
Across the scarred earth, the wreckage of warships and insect beasts lay piled together.
The only ones who still dared to wander the wilderness were homeless scavengers.
After all, starving to death was not much different from dying in the mouths of Bugs.
Before boarding the warship, Mu Tianhua cast one final glance back, his eyes holding neither encouragement nor pity.
"Let's go."
Turning around, the man known as the Empire Sly Fox lightly stepped into the warship.
Zheng, a burly man over two meters tall, carried the enormous Blood Sickle on his back.
"Zheng, we're probably really going to die this time. Don't you hate me for it?"
Mu Tianhua looked at the silent officers on the bridge, then turned his head and spoke softly.
"Becoming a Fengyuan Deathsworn means abandoning life and death first. Protecting you is my duty."
"Dying in battle for you is also my duty."
There was not the slightest fluctuation in his deep, resonant voice.
The corners of Mu Tianhua's mouth curled up. Looking at the burly man, he smiled, shook his head, and patted the other's armor.
"Then let's be loyal to the Empire together."
Three Imperial stellar carriers capable of destroying S-Class Mecha, 220 Tier Nine battleships, 790 Tier Eight heavy cruisers, and 1,800 Tier Seven mixed escort warships.