Los Star.
The Alien Race's main base.
In front of the No.1 Battleship of the Young Marshal Army, all was silent and still.
All members of the Alien Race looked at Wang Hao with tears in their eyes; he was their hero, one who devoted himself selflessly to the Alien Race without expecting any reward.
Although his methods of killing fifty million of his own people were cruel to the limit, he had an unavoidable reason—for the future of more members of the Alien Race.
It probably tore his heart apart issuing such an order, as sorrowful as if his heart was being carved out with a knife.
After a moment, the entire assemblage of the Alien Race gradually came to their senses, uttering cries filled with excitement.
"Bull Demon King, you are a hero!!"
"Even though you killed my brother, I cannot forgive you, but I respect you as a man."
"I can't forgive you either; you are a hangman, a demon, but I won't seek revenge."
