The enormous gray-metal interstellar warship glided through the Warp Channel.
The hold was packed with all kinds of supplies and War Machines. Bai Yujun and the Gray Flood Dragon strolled to the hangar deck, where the spacious cabin was crammed with Flying Devices of every model. Countless humans and demon beasts waited quietly for the warp to end.
Unlike the vessels of other factions.
The White Dragon Empire's warships had no facilities for enjoyment, no glittering extravagant structures, no jade towers or jeweled halls, rejecting all useless ornaments.
Cold metallic gray was the dominant color, suited for concealed travel through the Endless Void.
They followed the corridor to the upper deck near the bridge.
She silently calculated the time. The ship was about to reach the void outside the Demon Realm, where Zhen Bei had already established a forward base. Bai Yujun believed he could do it, because under Zhen Bei's command was a legion of the most vicious and battle-hardened convicted felons.
Her gaze fixed on the Warp Channel beyond the cabin, and she casually said to the Gray Flood Dragon beside her.
"We'll reach the front soon. Resume your previous military duties, put your divine abilities and specialties to use on the battlefield, and stay alive. Don't die."
The Gray Flood Dragon nodded vigorously.
"Thank you for Your Highness's concern. Those mere devils cannot do anything to this general."
The Gray Flood Dragon was brimming with confidence now.
Bai Yujun was not particularly worried about his safety. Those who had survived the great catastrophe from hundreds of millions of years ago were all grand masters of the art of lying low. Even if the pseudo-saints fell, it probably would not stop these saints of survival from living on. Only their fondness for marrying wives and having children was