Storytelling

It seemed that after returning, he would still need to issue orders for the garrison to thoroughly clean that city once more.

Huo Ling pondered in secret.

During this time, under Oma's guidance, Huo Ling arrived at an important part of the starship.

Judging from the arrangement of the equipment, this was the starship's bridge.

Oma pulled Huo Ling down to sit, while Huo Ling surveyed his surroundings.

Attendants had already brought over some rare fruits and placed them on the table before Oma and Huo Ling.

Huo Ling looked ahead. There was a magical display there. Although the starship had transparent portholes, these magical displays allowed them to see the situation outside more clearly.

At this moment, the starship was still traveling through the void storm, occasionally scooping up precious resources from within the storm.

Seeing how intently Huo Ling watched, Oma did not speak to disturb him. Instead, he lifted a cup of red beverage and slowly sipped it.

At the very front of the bridge was presumably the starship's control console. Three Saint-domain Astral Elf mages were there, operating the starship with utmost concentration.

The starship's control system was a spherical magical device. To adjust its flight posture, the three Saint-domain mages needed to channel mana into it.

Naturally, there were not only these three pilots in the bridge. In total, there were more than twenty Astral Elves of various duties.

Each performed their own role. Some were likely responsible for the reconnaissance systems, while others handled the salvage systems. Huo Ling also saw several Astral Elves with tense bodies and stern gazes.

They were likely in charge of the starship's weapon systems.

Huo Ling let out a long breath, then turned to Oma and praised, "This starship... truly is a wondrous magical creation!"

A proud smile