Capítulo 1267: Pre-Judgment

Somewhere in the Endless Nebulae Star Field, a small fleet hovered in a transportation hub. Around it were continuous streams of light, but the fleet remained in place, as though it was waiting for someone.

In the command room of the main ship, Morgan paced back and forth in front of the porthole, his expression both solemn and anxious. The crew in the room merely watched him in silence.

After a short while, he paused and gravely said, "Urge them again and ask when the people from the Black Star Army will arrive."

By his side, his aide-de-camp could not help but speak up. "… Boss, you just asked them two minutes ago. The other party said that they were already rushing over. It's not too good to keep pressing them."