Chapter 552: Bell Tolls in the Imperial Capital

In the spatial rift, a massive fleet navigated its way through. On the largest flagship at the center of the fleet, Muria lied on a magic cannon that was large enough for his human form to roll on, with both his legs dangling over the cannon's barrel.

"So boring!" Muria yawned, looking at the surrounding void that seemed deathly quiet, "How long until we reach the Uranos Empire? It's almost been an hour. Does spatial migration really take this much time?"

"Speaking of which, what am I supposed to do once we reach the Uranos Empire? I'm not familiar with the place at all. Other than the chairman of the Deep Blue Commerce Association, Andrew, I don't know anybody. Should I contact the royal family of the Uranos Empire? To help me?"