136 Albion's Weakness

Fifteen minutes ago…

Inside of Polemos's private spaceship…

Click! Click! Click!

A bunch of random buttons that Albion did not really know what they do were pressed.

At the same time, Cao Wudi stood on the side with his expression turn increasingly terrible to behold with many creases as he watched Albion fiddle around.

"Master, I think it is best if we find a pilot who actually knows what he is doing…" Cao Wudi suggested carefully. 

Rumble!

Suddenly, the private spaceship's engine ignited, propelling the spaceship into space.

At the same time, a map appeared on-screen, outlining the route to Silvercove City on Earth from Damocles.

"Aha!" Albion exclaimed before he said, "Why do we need a pilot? We're doing just fine. Have a little faith, will ya?"

'Will faith save my life?' Cao Wudi retorted in his mind.