Black Market Empress

God Race Headquarters—Gothe Universe, Protos Star Region.

On the 999th floor of the God Race command tower, a middle-aged man in golden armor was loudly berating a young woman. Two pairs of snow-white wings extended from behind her, making it obvious that she was an Angel Race member—and a True God.

"What the hell is your Intelligence Department doing? Why has an entire legion been unreachable for five whole days?! You tell me they can't be located, no information can be transmitted, and the status of the communicators' hosts can't be confirmed... What use are you people?!"

"Titan, such a temper isn't good for your health." A six-winged female angel appeared at the doorway and smiled at the middle-aged man in golden armor.

"Zoffi, the Eighth Legion under my command has been out of contact for five days." Seeing her, Titan tempered his tone somewhat, though his expression remained grim.

Hearing this, Zoffi frowned slightly and looked at the female angel Titan had just reprimanded. "The nine legions of the Knights of Light currently carrying out missions should report their routes once every day, correct?"

"Yes, ma'am. Their most recent report came five days ago. Four days ago, when Lord Labdalon failed to report his itinerary at the designated time, we sent him a reminder. However, after three hours passed without any response, we attempted to contact him, only to find that contact had failed. We have also been trying to track them these past few days, but without success. All we know is that before they disappeared, they conducted a long-range spatial teleportation and interfered with space during the transfer. To calculate their landing point, we must conduct an on-site investigation and use instruments to measure the degree of interference, the intensity of spatial fluctuations, and other such data."