Barbatos's words revealed startling information. Solemn expressions appeared in everyone else's eyes as well. Even Sidi, the Twelfth Pillar Knight, who usually behaved most casually, did not dare act recklessly at this moment.
"Many people wish to recreate the glory of the ancient gods, but we, Solomon, hold the most crucial key. Whether in the past, present, or future, this key can only remain in Solomon's hands."
"So before the highest objective has been carried out, any unnecessary internal strife is absolutely forbidden. Do you understand!?"
The man in the gray cloak turned around several times before speaking coldly.
"Yes."
The people behind him bowed simultaneously. The atmosphere was solemn, as though they were carrying out some sacred ritual.
"Jump target point reached."
The system suddenly issued a notification, and everyone looked up at once.
On the three-dimensional star map, the marker representing the Calamity Fleet had arrived at a point thirty thousand kilometers from Ice Feather Star.
"We are still forty-two thousand kilometers from the previous battlefield." Baimeng raised his head, his handsome face filled with icy coldness. After two days, they had returned to the original location.
But this time, wherever he had fallen, he would rise again from there.
The four knights of the Holy Heroic Spirit Fleet could not have died in vain.
"According to the leader's will, I will command the Calamity Fleet. But the Holy Heroic Spirit Fleet can only ever be commanded by you. I will return the authority for local operations to you. Do not disappoint the leader." Barbatos, the Eighth Pillar Knight, turned to look at Baimeng, who nodded lightly.
"You..."
Sidi immediately could not sit still any longer. He pointed at Baimeng and was about to speak, but after seeing Barbatos's imposing and icy gaze, he forcibly swallowed his words.