"..."
In the vast universe, the General of the Western Military District sits in his chair, his murky eyes devoid of any ripple, gazing calmly at the countless stars before him.
The universe is too large.
Even after several wormhole transitions, it would still take at least ten days of marching to reach the territory of the "Insect Race Civilization."
He's not completely mad in gambling.
Although he wants the "Kasha Civilization" to continue its legacy, he won't selfishly gamble its legacy for a future he's only three tenths sure of winning!
This information comes from the annihilation of the "Heaven-Slaying Civilization" a year ago.
Very few people even know the name of this civilization.
