Several thousand silver battleships were moving slowly in the galaxy.
The light from the stars on their way had illuminated and made the silver battleships sparkle and emit a crystal clear halo. The shining silver battleships under the starlight had many flags of the family crest of the twelve Great Families of the God Clan. This was the God Clan's fleet, the movable sharp weapons that they could bring anywhere.
Fick, the current chief of the Ascot family, was standing on the deck of a battleship. He was holding a glass of wine and enjoying his time.
Sloan stood next to him, his face cold and stern. He seemed to be waiting for something. He was silent. His eyes looked cold and sinister.
Phelps stood in the corner and waited on them. He was looking in the direction of Devil Blood Star, his eyes resentful.
A light shot out from a far distance like a rainbow crossing the sky. It reached them immediately. The space energy was clear.
