In the distance, a massive warship over a thousand meters long approached.
The ship's hull, made of unknown materials, was entirely golden.
Under the sun's rays, it emitted bursts of dazzling golden light.
As it came closer,
everyone saw it.
The sides of the ship had pure white wings,
resembling an angel's wings, appearing both solemn and elegant.
Han Xing looked to Uman beside him and asked, "What is that thing?"
Uman thought for a moment and replied.
"The Dwarf Race's warship, the Golden Angel..."
Han Xing asked in confusion, "The Dwarf Race, why are they here?"
Uman, looking a little embarrassed, said, "Maybe, because of me."
"Previously, the chains on me were crafted by the Dwarf Race, impossible to unbind through ordinary means."
"So, I contacted my close friend, Tadak."
"He must have received my message and rushed over immediately."
Upon hearing this, Han Xing nodded.
Uman had indeed mentioned before.
