"What's the deal, I still have to admit, the stuff you guys make is really flashy," watching the Imperial Admiral, stretching hundreds of kilometers, pushing forward like a mountain in the universe, followed by a fierce, wolf-like Imperial Fleet, Bingdisi scratched her head and said dazedly, "I just feel that the things made by the Star Domain Divine Race lack taste, including war weapons, lacking even the basic flashy feature."
Who decided that the primary function of war weaponry is to be flashy? Is this woman really a High Order True God?
"Hey, what are those for?"
I hadn't even had the chance to spout my rant when Bingdisi suddenly nudged my arm and pointed to an inconspicuous corner behind the Imperial Fleet: "Looks like something shabby like refugees, I vaguely remember having fought with them... I can't quite remember, those wouldn't be part of your troops, would they?"
