Chapter 445: Slackening

Meanwhile, inside a white conference room located in the core area of the Titan-class warship parked above the Main City.

A special meeting was being held!

"How many families from the old aristocracy haven’t arrived?"

A golden figure with a blurred face and form sent out an inquiring thought.

Standing before the Titan-class warship’s porthole, They gazed down at the Main City scenery below.

As if reminiscing, as if pondering.

Hearing the golden figure’s inquiry from the porthole, the atmosphere in the conference room grew even heavier, as if an suffocating, breathless pressure filled the air.

The people seated in the room all let out a barely perceptible sigh.

Among them, a middle-aged man wearing glasses quickly retrieved an attendance register from the large computer in front of him and projected it onto the conference room’s big screen for everyone to see.

"Lord Quial, according to the statistics, 37% of the families haven’t arrived yet."

"Among them, all the old aristocratic families from the Dusk Star Domain and the Jadeite Star Domain haven’t shown up. Unless something unexpected happens, they should be..."

The middle-aged man in glasses stopped his report there.

He let out a sigh and chose not to voice the rest.

The fate of those families that hadn’t arrived was obvious; everyone knew.

They would never come again.

For them, the Federation of today was no different from the Abyss.

The somewhat blurred golden figure by the porthole said nothing more after hearing the final report.

They simply gazed calmly into the distance.

The golden figure’s gaze seemed to pierce through countless distances, projecting beyond the Federation.

At the same time, a thought devoid of any discernible emotion echoed flatly in the conference room:

"Let’s go."

"Like our ancestors who once expanded the Federation’s territory, let’s seek new life for our families..."

Ten minutes later.

Beyond this planet, the interstellar warships that covered an entire stretch of the starry sky slowly began their departure toward the endless starry void beyond the Federation!

Countless large war mechas patrolled the perimeter of this massive fleet.

Escorting this stellar armada as they searched for an unknown place to settle!

No one knew if this was a grand escape or a journey symbolizing hope and glory...

Everything was unknown.

In the Endless Star Realm, anything was possible...

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Federal Calendar 7709, January 5th, afternoon.

Above the Radiant Flow Main City.

A silver Teleportation Array, covering most of the sky, abruptly lit up in the heavens.

This clearly extraordinary magical teleportation array instantly drew the curious gazes of all the Cult Organization powerhouses within the Main City!

"Who is it?!"

...

In this Border Star Domain that had just experienced the upheaval of the Resistance, any movement signaled something unusual.

Soon, under the curious gazes of these Cult Organization powerhouses.

A ferocious dragon’s head emerged from the teleportation array lighting up the sky!

"A Demigod dragon?!"

"Hmm? Who’s it looking for?!"

"No way, which organization managed to hook up with a dragon?!"

"We’re all cult organizations here, don’t be so competitive, alright?!"

These Cult Organization powerhouses began speculating as they stared at that somewhat ferocious dragon head.

Just as they were still guessing, a silver dragon, several kilometers long, burst arrogantly out of the silver Teleportation Array!

Its flamboyant and violent Demigod-level draconic aura pressed down directly onto the Radiant Flow Main City below!

"Human whelps! Staring so intently at a lovely lady is extremely rude!"

"You want a fight?!"

A threatening thought spread throughout the Main City below.

Instantly!

All the gazes looking up at the sky vanished!

A certain level of respect should be maintained toward a Demigod-level powerhouse, especially when dealing with a female dragon who seemed to be in a bad mood.

Especially a Demigod Silver Dragon known for being "well-connected" and "beautiful."

Who knew if this dragon had come to settle a grudge?!

Even if several more Demigod dragons appeared one after another, these Cult Organization powerhouses wouldn’t be surprised.

After all, incidents of certain purely cult organizations secretly kidnapping dragon cubs had occurred in the history of the Radiant Flow Star Domain.

Although such malicious events had decreased in recent years, it didn’t mean the possibility was completely gone.

Cult organizations were never short of bold characters and irrational lunatics.

...

Sensing that the gazes fixed on her had vanished, the ferocious figure in the sky nodded with satisfaction.

Then, in a flash of dazzling light, the dragon’s true form, several kilometers long, disappeared from the sky.

Without a trace.

At the same time, two human figures, a man and a woman, appeared out of thin air on the streets of the Radiant Flow Main City.

After descending to the street, the two walked side by side toward the nearby Interstellar Hunter Association...

As if taking a leisurely stroll.

The Miss Silver Dragon, who had hurried over from the border between the Fosse Star Domain and the Sars Star Domain, brought Loren, perched on top of her head, back to a place he had once visited—the Radiant Flow Main City.

At that moment.

Still somewhat gloomy, the Miss Silver Dragon cast a sorrowful look at Loren beside her.

"That was a Titan-class starship..."

"Some things just can’t be measured by value."

Loren shook his head gently.

"Humans are truly strange! Even Mr. Loren loves Spirit Stones!" the Miss Silver Dragon said with great heartache.

"Seventy million Spirit Stones, sigh!!"

"Spread out on the ground, they could even be my bed... and they just blew up right before my eyes!!"

"Draggy’s heart aches! Draggy can’t bear it!"

Hearing the Miss Silver Dragon’s complaints beside him, a smile tugged at the corner of Loren’s mouth.

This old thing was acting cute again...

"Can you take down those fifty Demigods of unknown strength on the other side of the starry sky?" Loren turned his head to look at the tearful several-thousand-year-old dragon beside him.

Hearing this, the Miss Silver Dragon, already in human form, visibly puffed out her little cheeks and said angrily:

"No..."

"Good girl, silly dragon." Loren nodded with a smile.

As his words fell, the air fell silent for a moment.

Then, the smile on Loren’s face stiffened.

Damn it! How did I say what I was thinking out loud!

"Master! Hahaha! That was so rude!" Raven’s mocking laughter echoed in his mind!

...

Ten seconds later.

"You... what did you just call me?!" The Miss Silver Dragon, unable to believe what she had heard, looked at Loren with a glint of danger in her eyes.

"Of course, 'Jessistan'!"

Loren replied seriously and calmly, staring straight ahead with the utmost gravity.

Don’t panic. We’ll be at that lazy fish’s Interstellar Hunter Association soon!

Yeah, I can definitely bamboozle my way out of this!!

You can do it, Loren!!

At that moment.

As if knowing exactly what Loren was thinking, the Miss Silver Dragon stopped in her tracks. She turned to stare directly at Loren, her eyes half-closed.

"Mr. Loren, you’re not thinking of bamboozling me, are you?!"

"How could I?! I swear on my honor, absolutely not!" Loren’s tone became even more serious.

Seeing Loren’s stubborn expression that screamed "Nothing happened, it was just your imagination," the Miss Silver Dragon inexplicably sighed and said:

"You should have agreed to that equal partnership contract I proposed back then."