"Ah ah ah—"
Screams of terror swept through the entire city like waves.
There had been people on the signal tower, and with that last blast, at least hundreds were reduced to ash.
"These beasts!"
The chairman of the United Government shook uncontrollably as he watched the spaceship in the sky.
This was out of anger.
But that was all he could do, get angry; he was too weak to do anything else.
Very well.
Roman nodded in satisfaction.
"Start the countdown, tell them they have ten..."
His voice abruptly cut off because a white figure had suddenly appeared, floating in mid-air outside the porthole.
"Isn't it a bit too much to attack without proper investigation?"
A cold voice penetrated the armor and drifted into the cockpit.
Roman squinted his eyes.
"Too much?"
He let out a cold laugh.
The Tem Civilization esteemed military might, and as a soldier of the Tem, there was one principle he always adhered to—
the strong should humiliate the weak!
