Chapter 366 Are You Done?

Chapter 366 Are You Done?

Erich's decimation of the Ennochian Fleet had far-reaching consequences, but no more than he had anticipated. The massacre left a statement that even the Galactic Powers understood. And because of this, there was an ongoing communication between the various leaders of the galaxies' greatest powers.

Which included Empress Lunaria Asterion of the Alfheim Dominion, Brahma of the Asuran Cabal, Ra of the Ennead Theocracy. However, curiously enough, the representative of the Svartalfheim Dominion was not its president.

Rather, it was a woman who looked oddly similar to Lunaria, albeit with dark skin. The Svartalfheim Representative started the opening remarks of this discussion by speaking to Lunaria as if the two of them had known each other for a very long time.

"Lunaria... It's good to see that you are doing well. As fair as ever, I might say... Truly, your beauty is second only to mine..."

This strange Dark Elven woman wasn't lying, or should I say she was only slightly exaggerating. By all means, the two of them appeared almost identical in terms of facial features, as well as hair and eye color. Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

There was one major difference between them, and that was the fact that Lunaria was a Light Elf, meaning she had pale white skin, and this Dark Elven beauty was Dark Elf, meaning she had a chocolate complexion.

Lunaria was not at all pleased to see the woman, and it was showing on her face. She was quick to strike back with her own verbal taunts.

"Daelia... I'm honestly surprised to see you. How long has it been, ten thousand years? Fifty? A hundred? You normally let your puppets take your place in galactic politics. The so called "Presidents" of the Svartalfheim federation.

"Freely Elected" by the Dark Elven people, of course... I mean, it's not like the Federation has a terrible secret like, say, an ancient shadow government ruling behind the scenes since the inception of the Svartalfheim state, right? No, of course not. That would be a "conspiracy theory, " wouldn't it?"

Daelia's expression sank when she heard the sarcasm dripping out of Lunaria's mouth. She couldn't help but scoff while trying to save her face, which had been so publically spat upon in this private conversation between the Galaxy's most powerful rulers.

But for a single Germanic Fleet to wipe out a regional power in under an hour with no casualties, that was simple proof that their power is at the very least at a Tier III Sub-Galactic Power. Which is far more than they possessed just half a decade ago.

But when combined with the fact that they defeated a Naraku Splinter Fleet with Minimal Casualties, albeit a damaged one, that's a feat that even the Rylonian Imperium could not pull off. And if memory serves correctly, they were the most powerful Sub-Galactic Power which once answered to you, were they not?"

Lunaria's memory of Tia was wiped after Tia's emotional instability was exposed. Because of this, she genuinely believed that the Germanic Star-Empire had used recovered technology from the Primeval Elven Empire to defeat the Naraku.

However, she had to admit, even she was surprised by the progress they had made in such a short span of time. To the point where she was beginning to question if they really were as powerful as everyone else as starting to fear they were.

But she would never openly admit to these fears, and was quick to drown out the sentiment while behaving defensively.

"What exactly are you trying to imply here, Bixle? Are you saying that without my knowledge, one of my vassals has advanced to the point where their armed forces are capable of competing with Galactic level powers in half a millennium?

Do you have any idea how preposterous that idea is? And how insulting? If I were you, I would think carefully about your next words, you pathetic little snotling!"

It had been centuries since someone had the nerve to call Bixle such a racial slur. But if anyone were to do it, it most certainly would be Lunaria, who was the Galactic Leader who despised the Ghimderi more than any other. The fact that she was sheltering the likes of the Germanic Star-Empire was proof of this.

With this in mind, Bixle took a deep breath, before asking a question in a tone that was filled with suppressed rage, and in doing so, opening up the floor to everyone's fears about the Germanic Star-Empire and its recent and shocking reveal of military power.

"Are you done?"