The Su family's living room was as quiet as a vacuum that had been drained of air.
A huge holographic light screen occupies the entire wall and is playing the Empire's evening news. The cold metal decorative lines glowed with a blue light under the light screen, making the air feel chilly.
"... This afternoon, Imperial Marshal Yin Jin personally commanded the Seventh Fleet to carry out purification procedures on the rebellious Gris galaxy. Currently, the three main colonial planets in the galaxy have lost all life signals. According to preliminary statistics, the death toll of the rebels and vassal people is about three billion..."
The female announcer's voice was smooth and smooth, as if she were reading an inconsequential financial statement.
On the light screen, a pure black wedge-shaped battleship occupies the center of the screen. Its lines are cold and smooth, like a scalpel hanging above the sea of stars. Under the bow of the ship, a dazzling red beam of light flashed past, and a blue planet in the distance exploded silently and slowly like a punctured water ball. The fragments and fire bloomed into a sinful flower against the dark background of the universe.
That flower left a brief mark on Su Li's eyes.
"The Living King of Hell..." Someone in the group of female servants lowered his voice, and the voice was trembling, "Another one was killed..."
"Shh! Do you want to die?" Another voice interrupted her in horror.
