In the void of the [Old World], debris flew wildly.
Two figures drifted outside of the starship.
"The collection point is not far from here."
Lord Spring Plow crossed his hands behind his back, extending his domain, gazing into the pitch-black void in the distance.
"Lord Spring Plow is quite unusual today."
Red Dragon gave a light hum, glanced at the starship behind him, and faintly mocked, "Not only did you agree to my suggestion, but you also are willing to leave the starship with me to execute the mission."
There was a hint of sarcasm in his words.
For four years, they were at each other's throats, unwilling to yield an inch.
Yet today, Spring Plow suddenly took a big step back. In the past, with the status of Lord Spring Plow, it was impossible for him to personally perform a "resource collection" task.
But now, Spring Plow's mind was entirely focused on the upcoming extermination.
"Is that so?"
He casually replied, "To serve the church is my duty."
