Aga Asura, Pays His Respects!

A faintly mocking voice echoed through the Black Dragon.

This time, the crew members working with their heads lowered all looked up.

They were deathsworn raised by Solomon since childhood. In their memories, no one had ever dared speak to Lord Sib in such a tone.

As a dark overlord, Solomon had a terrifyingly long history.

Its immense foundation had long accustomed them to seeing fearful, terrified gazes.

Sib Garret did not even spare a glance for Nigel Garret, whose body trembled uncontrollably behind him. He looked expressionlessly at Mu Fan.

"You're asking me?"

"Who else?" Mu Fan replied with equal indifference.

"I truly admire what you did. Truly admire it... because you reminded me of the teacher who taught me back then. If you cast off your identity as a Federation soldier, I think I could introduce you to a good place. But unfortunately..."

Sib Garret raised his chin slightly, pursing his lips arrogantly as his gaze rested coolly on Mu Fan.

"You think too highly of yourself. If those light spears are your trump card, then I'm afraid I won't even need to reveal mine."

"You surprised me, so now you may die."

Looking at Mu Fan with disgust, Sib Garret raised his right hand and gently turned his palm.

A fan-shaped light screen appeared before him.

With that motion, the entire fleet led by the Black Dragon began spreading out in a line.

His fingers danced lightly and swiftly across the light screen.

The Black Dragon's hull trembled faintly, followed by countless dense mechanical meshing sounds from unseen places within the warship.

In Nigel's blue pupils, standing behind Sib, reflected the glow of someone surviving a desperate situation, as though he had risen from hell into heaven.

From his brother's arrogant tone, he heard absolute confidence in