The Holy Light Pilgrim was the viceroy's private flagship. It possessed the most advanced Void Engine, capable of making spatial jumps under extreme conditions, and came equipped with high-energy defensive shields. Even surrounded by ten times its number in hostile starships, it could hold out for more than two days.
Even its hull had been personally designed by the most renowned starship expert, the gnome master artisan Lady Shuri Mekkatorque from the Supreme Homeworld. It was a true work of art, and when necessary, it could also become the sharpest weapon of destruction. Its Perpetual Energy Chamber supplied an endless stream of energy to the six main cannons on either side of the starship. In the most extreme circumstances, it could even destroy a small life-bearing planet.
This was unimaginable extravagance, and of course, a symbol of the status of a top-ranking bloodline noble like Viceroy Huron. Now serving as the fleet's flagship, it was traveling through the vast universe toward a remote planet.
Dressed in officers' uniforms, Kelman and Baslon stood in the Holy Light Pilgrim's reception room. Looking at the understated yet luxurious decorations around them, imbued with a certain distinctive character, they felt somewhat out of place. This was their first audience with someone so important.
The Azeroth Federation currently governed 137 Star Sectors. In other words, there were only 137 viceroys in the entire Federation, figures with absolute authority who were practically emperors within their own Star Sectors.
"No need to stand on ceremony. Sit down, both of you."
Huron reached out to accept the fruit juice offered by an attendant and waved to the two officers. Unlike the middle-aged Colonel Kelman, the still-young Baslon looked at Huron with eyes full of admiration. Though this viceroy was young, his deeds already counted as a contemporary legend