In the tenth year of the apocalypse, the alien fleet blocks the sky and the last fire of mankind is about to be extinguished on the negotiation table.
Jiang Yao was sitting in the broken command chair, with the abyss behind him and the gods opposite him - but the wreckage of the starship was whispering to life in his sea of consciousness, and thousands of psionic energy circuits ran through the deep space like blood vessels.
Until he raised his hand, there was a loud earthquake under the negotiation table.
The giant mechanical palm tore open the earth's crust, and the Star Destroyer Cannon array locked onto the entire alien fleet. He chuckled in the communication channel:
"Now, who is the prey?"
The horn of human counterattack sounded loudly from this graveyard of deep space carriers buried for thousands of years!
