Chapter 817: Black Market Empress

Divine Race Headquarters—Goethe Universe, Protos Star Domain.

On the 999th floor of the Divine Race Command Tower, a middle-aged man in golden armor was loudly berating a young woman. With two pairs of snow-white wings behind her, she was clearly from the Angel Clan, and a True God.

"What is your Information Department doing? Why can't we contact an entire legion for five whole days?! Tell me that you can't locate them, can't deliver information, can't determine the status of the communicator host... what use are you?!"

"Titan, getting so angry isn't good for your health," a six-winged female angel appeared at the door, smiling at the man in golden armor.

"Zuo Fei, my Eighth Legion has been out of contact for five days now." Upon seeing the newcomer, Titan's tone softened a bit, though he still seemed upset.