"What's the point in saying this? Among our Allied Army, people like us at the Respect Level and Sky Level are at the very bottom. I originally left my hometown to gain some military merit, then return home to develop. But unfortunately, who knew this war would last so many years."
"I'm tired too. Why haven't the Galaxy Level lords of our Starfield withdrawn from this battle earlier? It feels pointless. The Orion Arm is basically a barren land. What's the use of winning?"
Thud!
Just as a few Respect-Level beings were chatting about their superiors in a bar like recreational spot for strong ones on the logistics planet, a sharp light appeared.
That Respect-Level existence who was just criticizing the Galaxy Level lord suddenly had his head shake and with a gurgle, it hit the ground.
"Hmph, speaking ill of the Galaxy Level lords, such a crime deserves death."
A creature that didn't look very old, with a dark complexion, slowly withdrew its foot.
