Bab 638: Insurgence

Inside the palace, the emperor sat on his dragon chair and elders stood on both sides. In the middle was a mutated human covered in Death Claw fur.

In mutated human society, only a clan leader of ten thousand could wear clothes made of Death Claw fur.

"My people are in a bloodbath against NAC invaders in the frontlines! And you, you cowards, are curled up behind the bunker. Is this the glory you referred to?" This rude roar made the tiles of the palace shake. The emperor on the dragon chair's had a grave face, but he couldn't say a single aggressive word against the discourteous green-skinned man.

The prosperity of Empire required the support of mutated humans. When he considered the bigger picture, he couldn't break ties with Guru Tribe.

The Emperor hid his anger behind his black pupils.

"I'll order the frontline forces to accelerate the attack against NAC."