For the last time, Jia Yan burned through every drop of his battleship's Energy, rammed into Subspace, then blinked out beside that final Civilization Master Spaceship.
"Ah."
"I don't…"
"Want to die…"
A chorus of screams and panicked shouts erupted, then—just like the people who died from the three previous Civilizations—cut off abruptly.
"Dead!"
"All dead, all of them—four entire High-Level Civilizations, sixty thousand Battleships, four Civilization Spaceships!"
"Lord Jia Yan…"
Trailing behind the retreating enemy Battleships, the Earth Civilization Warships that had been chasing all the way, every single pilot inside was shaken to the core.
Even though when Jia Yan started wiping out large numbers of enemy Battleships they'd already imagined this kind of ending, now that the actual result was laid out in front of them, they were still shocked beyond words.
