Within the spaceship.
Fang Xi lay on a soft couch, toying with a wine glass in his hand.
On the Void screen in front, a host with two faces and four arms was announcing the Empire's terrible defeat at the North Border.
Through quantum communication, scene after scene was broadcast live before the eyes of every viewer in the Empire.
Endless wreckage of spaceships in space...
Terrifying energy turbulence...
And the corpses of Empire soldiers...
"...North Border defeat, we lost the great Empire Marshal—Asaphonse!"
"Not only that, the detestable Insect race even leveraged 'Star Gates' to mount a surprise attack on the heart of the Empire, with the war flames reaching 'Luoye galaxy' at one point!"
The Luoye galaxy was not only powerful, but also just one galaxy away from Emperor Star!
"The losses... are they really that severe?"
Watching the list of personnel and material losses reported by the host, Fang Xi couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
