Fly.

The black-haired maid echoed the mistress's words in her heart.

This is not a command, but a blessing.

She looked at the two long swords in her hand, buckled them on her belt, and then walked towards the edge of the terrace, moving faster and faster, gradually running.

Finally, she jumped down from the edge of the terrace - a strong wind wrapped in the wind and snow appeared at the right time, covering the jumping figure and lifting her into the sky.

Amid the dancing snowflakes, a huge shadow vaguely rushed into the southern sky, but the shadow flashed by, so that all those who noticed this vision thought they had hallucinations.

If you rise by the wind, your deformed and degenerated wings can also flap your wings and fly.

Victoria quietly watched the sudden strong wind gradually dissipated into the sky, and looked at the huge body passing by the gray clouds of lead in the distant mountains. She looked at her eyes with a fluttering snowflake, and sighed softly:

"You're not hiding well at all - especially when the Wilder family has been in contact with the Duchy of Holy Dragon for hundreds of years."

Then, the duchess retracted his gaze toward the sky and stared at the castle area wall not far away.

Now, it is time to fulfill the responsibility of the Duke of Protecting the Country.

...

An astonishing number of human-shaped monsters surged from the Holy Spirit Plain. The terrifying Crystal Giant Legion flattened countless fortresses and fortresses. Elron City, Wind City, and Valley Corridor were attacked one after another. The temporarily summoned noble troops rushed to fight and suffered heavy losses...

Sudden bad news came from the southeast. In addition to the closer and closer attack information and more and more loss lists, the tired royal intelligence department was also constantly receiving terrible news about the appearance of the Kingdom Army equipment in the monster army and the front-line soldiers were transformed into crystal cluster giants.

The city of San Sunil has entered the highest level of martial law, a terrible and tense atmosphere envelops the entire city. Fully armed knights and soldiers patrol between the city walls and posts all day long. Citizens closed their homes and dared not take to the streets. Almost all nobles canceled their day banquets and hunting in the suburbs.

Every day, messengers wearing blue and white hoodies and riding fast horses would run into the city, or griffon knights would sweep across the sky; every day, more soldiers would come in and out at the city gates, emergency reserve troops, and knight orders would go to the front line to support them; every day, new news would be circulating among the city.

In the silver castle, the nobles of the kingdom gathered in the Golden Oak Hall. The urgency of the situation finally made these gentlemen and ladies who were used to speaking in a specific elegant tone give up their reserve. They discussed fiercely, proposed one plan after another, and exchanged the latest information. The atmosphere was warm and suffocated, and fear and fatigue enveloped more than half of them.

Finally, when the fire burned to San Sunil, they became active.

"They have begun to attack the valley corridors - the two forts where we are attacked at the same time. The monsters are not only incredible in number, but also far superior to our soldiers!" A tall and thin nobleman of the capital said in a nearly sharp voice. "If we cannot stop them in the valley corridors, there will be no fortresses and fortresses that can stop them!!"

Another man stood up and said loudly: "We should also send the Knights of the Black Iron Fort and the Knights of the Chaniel Fort. The local Knights of the Valley Corridor alone will definitely not be able to stop the enemy..."

"I still say the same thing, we can't send more knights out," at this moment, the Supreme Commander of the Royal Knights, Cromwell White Mountain Earl with dwarf blood, stood up, "We should gather effective elites together and shrink the defense of the city of San Sunil. This is the only solution that can be defended..."

The short and fat Earl of Bahrain couldn't help but stand up: "What's the use of this kind of guarding?! Being trapped means waiting for death. Do we still have reinforcements? The situation is very clear. The main force of the Kingdom Army and the Mountain Knights have been completed! No one will come back from the Holy Spirit Plain to support us, we have no reinforcements!!"

The hall suddenly became quiet, and the depressed atmosphere almost condensed into substance. The Earl of Bahrain mentioned this obvious but no one was willing to face, which made many people who originally wanted to speak lose the courage to speak.

Cromwell Baishan stared at his eyes and his beard trembled, but he also understood that the words of the Earl of Bahrain were irrefutable - his contraction defense might be the only solution to effectively defend the city, but the necessary follow-up of the contraction defense is to be able to wait for reinforcements, or to polish the morale and soldiers of the enemy - but the fact now is that the morale and soldiers of those monsters are probably far better than Saint Sunil, and the reinforcements...

The main force of the Kingdom Army and the Mountain Corps should have really been completed.

The leader of the royal knights could not help but smash the table.

Even if he can do the best at this moment, it is just to propose a trap plan that barely extends the survival time of San Sunil, and there is still no subsequent trap plan.

At this moment, the gate of the Golden Oak Hall was suddenly opened, and an officer wearing the armor of the Wang Family Knights ran into the hall.

In the past, no one could have entered the Golden Oak Hall so casually, but now, it is obvious that no one cares about this.

Cromwell Baishan recognized the officer who broke in, and a terrible premonition suddenly arose in his heart: "What happened?"

"The valley corridor is lost, the battlefield of North is missing, and the Earl of Barrier is killed in battle," the officer's voice trembled slightly, "The Knights... the Knights and the Holy See's Guards who had just gone to support were wiped out..."

There was a sound of gasping in the hall.

Now, they don’t have to discuss whether to support the valley corridor.

"We...we have no danger to defend," a nobleman in a dark blue velvet coat, holding the tabletop with his hands, sweating on his face, murmured, "The defense line of the valley corridor is gone, they are only two days away from the royal capital..."

"Now there are really no fortresses and fortresses that can stop them," another voice rang out immediately, "The next one is Saint Sunil."

Cromwell Baishan said in a deep voice: "Now we should immediately shrink our troops and consolidate the defense of the royal capital."

"But sticking is not the solution, Lord Earl," said a nobleman in a royal capital wearing a white hair cover and a brown coat. "We may be able to move to the west - and then regain the power of the remaining rich areas in the west of the Holy Spirit Plain, and then slowly plan for the future..."

"Transferring north is also a way. The cold northern border may be able to block those monsters, and there are mountain barriers in the northern border..."

"The Western Army is already on the way to the capital. If they have them, it is too early to give up Saint Sunil now..."

The Duke of Berdevin Franklin did not speak, as if he was thinking about a feasible defense plan or weighing the suggestions of abandoning the capital. No one could guess what the Duke of the West was thinking from his deep and restrained expression.

In contemplation, he looked up and saw Wales Moen sitting on the long table with a deep face. The crown prince seemed to be watching all this quietly, with deep eyes and expressionless expressions. No one could guess what the crown prince was thinking.

Even Berdwin Franklin couldn't.

On both sides of the long table, the people who really held the power of the royal capital and the remaining army in the kingdom did not participate too much in the noisy discussion.

Some of them focus on Berdwin Franklin, while others focus on Welsh Moen.

Outside the castle, a team that had been booked to go to the valley corridor stopped before leaving the city, and a silent Knights of the Holy See also stopped due to a sudden order.

No one knows what the future fate of this king capital will be. People only know that its darkest day has arrived.

At the same time, in the Cathedral of Holy Light and the Great Hall of Light, the low prayer voice had come to an end, and the brilliant holy light was still rippling in the aftermath of energy resonance. In the holy light cloud that enveloped the entire dome of the hall, the faint sound of holy and ethereal sounds continued for a long time.

"We have lost a large number of Holy See knights and fighting priests," said an archbishop with white hair and beard to the Holy See in the middle of the hall after praying. "They are all the best and most devout believers, the loyal and fearless warriors of the Lord, and we should give the name of the saints to the most outstanding martyrs."

"Their glorious martyrdom is the greatest respect for the Lord. They fulfilled their oath to the light and protected the kingdom and people of the Lord. They should indeed be given the name of the saints," the old voice of the Pope Ivan III came from the Holy See, "Go and draw a list, and loyal and pure behavior should be revealed."

Another bishop came forward: "Uncle, the blasphemous army is approaching this sacred city, how should we deal with it?"

"The Lord revealed me to fight to protect it," said Saint Ivan III's voice, "This is a test of our faithful faith—the day of darkness has come, and the original light is lit up in the darkest moments, and now we should fulfill our oath to the Lord."

The bishops in the Great Hall of Light immediately said in unison: "The original holy light lit up in the darkest moments... fulfilled their oath to the Lord."

On the Holy See in the center of the hall, the old face of Saint Ivan III seemed to have a layer of illusory light. His eyebrows were lowered and he prayed softly: "It's time... to be loyal to the Lord..."

Beside the devout Pope, Veronica Moen just stood quietly, as if he was praying silently, and the light pouring from the top of the holy light surrounded her, brighter and more brilliant than ever before.

"It's dark enough...it's bright enough..."

The saint princess opened her lips lightly and said softly in a voice that only she could hear.

...

Ansu has fallen into a nearly devastating disaster.

But the trade line between Cecil and Tifon miraculously unfolded as scheduled and developed rapidly from the beginning.

This seemed to be a very strange thing to Emperor Tifeng Rosetta.

It seemed that the wonderful "principality" completely resisted the artificial natural disasters that occurred beside them, and even entered a state of rapid development in the war caused by this natural disaster. Their merchants, machines, vehicles, and everything were constantly crossing the border and entering Tifeng's territory through specially opened trade channels. The massive amount of cotton textiles and industrial products exported to them were completely swallowed by them.

The magnificent wall restoration project under the charge of Tifeng has ended early. Rosetta also returned to his imperial capital and sat in the study of the Obsidian Palace. His Majesty, the talented and wise emperor was carefully watching the intelligence information collected and compiled by the consulting team, and on it, it accurately and clearly summarized all the key data in the trade between Ansu and Tifeng, as well as some information that intelligence personnel finally got from Ansu.

"Industrial production has developed rapidly due to the stimulus of war...

"The reason is that a large number of industrial industries are linked to the military. They have generally used magic machines in the field of war, and the demand for military affairs has stimulated the entire industrial system...

"Cecil's natives did not seem to be involved in direct wars, they fought outside the local area...

"Cecil swallowed an astonishing amount of cotton textiles, but he didn't know where they used these things, so he could only determine that some of them were used for battlefield losses...

"The daily cheap magic products made by the Cecils have been very popular in the empire..."

Rosetta Augustus put down the information, with a contemplative look on his face.

The trade between the Empire and the Cecilians began with an unexpectedly smooth trend and was in good development.

In this process, the Empire seemed to have really reaped the expected huge benefits and exported a large amount of cotton textiles. Textile factories in the Oldan area made huge profits. The Empire also reaped advanced transportation technology from the Cecilians. Recently, the Industrial and Industrial Association has made great progress in the project of imitating magic vehicles...

Everything seems to be moving in a good direction.

However, Rosetta Augustus vaguely felt a mud, an invisible mud.

At this moment, the voice of the attendant came from outside the door: "Your Majesty, Master Daniel has arrived."

Rosetta Augustus immediately sorted out his expression, and he put the information aside and cleared his throat:
Chapter completed!