"That is General Galliot of the Kingdom, that dragon is actually the ’Jade Light’... Your Excellency!"
"So strong! The Galliot Clan are actually Dragon Descendants?"
"Killed a crowned demon equivalent to Tier 4! Is General Galliot already a Tier 4 Transcendent?"
"This is the power of the ’Nation Destroyer’..."
At this mont, whether on the battlefield of Tier 3 Transcendents, Quasi-Legendary Fleets, or regular fleets, everything had fallen into complete silence. Both allies and enemies lowered their weapons and looked up to the sky.
Under the glorious golden pillar of light, Aiven and Anita were the center of the entire world, even overshadowing the nearby true Titled Knight "Thunderbolt Halberd" Augustus whose expression was sowhat complex.
In fact, before the dense explosions of [Hurricane Missiles], realizing that the Ilya Republic’s cause was lost, Pickman’s true form had already abandoned his opponents and a large number of ghoul subordinates to flee hastily.
This also ant that the overall situation of the counter-insurgency war was already determined!
Subsequently.
Because the Peak Transcendents on the Republic’s side were consecutively defeated—one fleeing in panic and the other losing his life—it was destined to be a crushing defeat. The conventional fleets of the Republic Navy no longer had any reason to fight desperately, and they surrendered one after another.
Clatter... clatter...
They dropped their swords and firearms, surrendering with hands raised as the Alliance Army boarded and accepted their capitulation.
The most awkward were the nurous ghouls who served as foreign aid; a small portion also gave up resistance, while the majority, uncertain of the Tulip’s attitude towards otherworldly beings, simply jumped into the sea to escape.
At the sa ti.
At least 600 kiloters away on the distant open sea, a colossal object, far exceeding a Level 1 Battleship in size, the [Legendary Battleship: Southern Cross], remained unmoved amidst several ters high waves.
The ship’s upper echelons gathered on the lower deck, in a round cabin heavily guarded by soldiers.
The blue-and-white do here was filled with paintings of the Centaurus, Carina, Compass, Corona Australis, Crux, Swordfish, Clock, Hydra... among 47 Southern constellations.
This was also the core facility of this Legendary Battleship—[Observatory].
Although many of the Southern constellations were almost impossible to see in the northern hemisphere where the Tulip was located.
Yet, this Legendary Battleship was blessed by the "Queen and Goddess of Navigation" using her [Navigational] authority as a reward for Ilya’s unprecedented achievent of pioneering the Southern Continent route first, elevating it to the strongest nation in the Alliance at the ti.
These constellations were also the night sky scenes that could only be seen at the start of the Great Navigation, from within the Southern Continent.
Traits of the battleship: Star Power, Never Lost.
At this mont.
Inside the [Observatory], the starlight shone bright, projecting scenes of the war happening near Ilya directly here, including the final escape of the ghouls and the total surrender of the Republic Army.
"Your Highness, great news, the Alliance Army has won! Shall we return quickly?"
A group of forr kingdom high officials cheered collectively, as if seeing the life of splendor and comfort beckoning once more. The three months spent aboard the [Southern Cross], albeit not exactly enduring wind and rain, had left them, who were accustod to the servant-ready life, feeling sowhat unbearable.
"Return? To beco a puppet king who can only accept the Alliance’s protection, even exploitation?"
Wearing a navy uniform and holding a command saber, "Forr Crown Prince of Ilya and Kingdom Governor" Yellen’s light words were like a cold shower rcilessly dousing them.
The dream of everything returning to as it was is re self-deception.
This world is exceedingly realistic, where power and authority are matched. Without the protection of a Titled Knight, how could they wield power and prestige in the kingdom as before?
Moreover, if another Titled Knight erges within the Alliance and harbors aspirations to establish a nation of their own, what would beco of them? Just look at... those two people bathed in the golden light!
As the Crown Prince of Ilya and the Kingdom Governor, how could Yellen not recognize these two Galliots? Apart from Phaletis, no one knew more about the pasts of these two than he did.
And the more he understood, the more he gnashed his teeth in hatred for the culprits behind all of this.
"As a mber of the kingdom’s traditional nobility, the fate of the Galliot siblings should have been in my hands, becoming the sharpest spear and the strongest shield protecting the Royal Family. Wright, you rebels truly deserve death!
And the ghouls, the Black Wing Order, you wait for too. I, Yellen Ilya, shall ultimately rise anew, turn the tides against the wind, and reclaim my lost honor!
’Southern Cross’, activate [Legendary Battleship Skill: Starlight Route], let’s head to the ’Broken Star Sea’!"
With unmasked, deep-seated hatred in his eyes, Yellen, ignoring the ashen-faced Royal Family core mbers who had co to grips with reality, gave his command to the ship spirit before turning to leave the [Observatory].
Five Great Knights with profound auras followed behind him as they walked towards the deck, watching as a river of starlight flickered like a galactic path on the sea in front of the Legendary Battleship, gradually forming the phantom of the Centaurus and engulfing the entire battleship inside it.
Although these Peak Great Knights all ultimately failed in their quest to beco Titled Knights, the strength of their "conviction" was not yet sufficient to achieve the standard of "miracles impossible to attain regardless of the human and ti resources spent," to condense a Knight’s title of their own.
But they had long since signed a strict contract with the Kingdom, and this imnse power fell into the hands of the Crown Prince.
Having experienced the fall of his nation, Yellen saw through the essence of the Extraordinary World. As long as he could achieve Tier 4 Title, the day he returned would be the day he reclaid the throne!
...
The dark clouds above gradually dispersed.
After resting for a while in the warm and reliable embrace of Aiven, Anita gradually regained so strength and took the "Activated Skin" belt handed by Aiven to replace the "Upper-Rank Sea Emperor Dragon".
The "Venom" armor automatically expanded, replacing the tattered equipnt corroded by dragon skin, transforming into a deep blue tight-fitting combat suit and knee-high boots, outlining the girl’s explosive perfect curves.
At this mont, the two of them had no interest in paying attention to the battlefield anymore.
Because as victors and the greatest contributors to this rebellion campaign, they had the right to decide how to deal with the ringleaders of this revolt!
Whoosh!
Nodding to the "Thunderbolt Halberd" on the other side, Aiven took his sister, turning into a streak of flowing light, spanning the entire battlefield, and shooting towards Hereford City behind the Republic Army.
The aura of the Upper-Rank Wizard was unleashed without any restraint. This scene would likely beco an unforgettable mory for many naval soldiers for a lifeti.
The White Egret Comrce Association’s base was also the temporary office of the chief and deputy speakers.
At this mont, it was a scene of chaos, clearly keeping real-ti attention on the battlefield, they had already detected the signal of defeat at the first mont.
’Is it possible that, with the support of a True God, our side could still lose?’
After a brief mont of disbelief ca a desperate urge to grasp even a straw for survival.
"Quick, quick, the enemy is about to land, if you want to live, hurry up!"
The large warehouse originally used for storing war supplies had long been inscribed with a bloody ritual array. In the center floated Jero’s magic book "Ghoul Ceremony".
Sss--
One by one, the drugged Hereford City civilians were slaughtered in their sleep by the association’s private soldiers, their blood pouring into the array, where the filthy red light grew increasingly intense.
Beside the array, a group of well-dressed "gentlen" were still huddled around the chief and deputy speakers, but their quivering eyes betrayed panic, eager to flee the scene imdiately.
No one had thought that after becoming the ruler of this country and fighting grandly for three months, the only choice left before them was to flee helter-skelter!
Suddenly.
Gulp...gulp...
The blood light in the array flared, countless scarlet bubbles rising from within, vanishing abruptly after drifting three ters from the ground as if entering another space.
These guys’ bottom line was unexpectedly low, sacrificing over a hundred lives without rcy, just to open this pre-arranged portal for their escape.
"Alright, gentlen, ti to gather your spirits, we must leave, the cause of the God still needs us. The vast continent harbors endless opportunities, what we’ve lost we will reclaim soday."
Jero and Wright were about to lead everyone into the remote teleportation array opened for them by the "Ghoul King", completely bidding farewell to this land.
However.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!...
Suddenly from the darkness within the warehouse, countless shadowy tentacles surged, capturing every one of them like lightning.
And in the despairing eyes of these bigwigs, casually shredding the array on the ground along with the entire floor.
Subsequently.
A juvenile Shadow Dragon slowly erged from the shadows, crouching like a loyal dog, fixatedly watching these fellows.
To prevent the culprits from escaping, Kaka, who did not partake in the battle, had long since sealed off the White Egret Comrce Association’s base under Aiven’s orders. With all available combat power from the Republic side already committed to the battlefield, no one could hope to escape from a dragon’s clutches.
Swoosh—
Soon, two tall figures stepped out from the air in front of everyone, Kaka shrinking its body hopped triumphantly onto the shoulder of the leading person.
Looking at these forr national rulers, Aiven elegantly smiled and bowed:
"Although we’ve never formally t, I have an old score to settle, and I’ll let everyone stay as witnesses. So, are you ready, Mr. Wright Neilco?"
In the darkness, Wright, tightly bound by the [Shadowy Tentacles], looked up in panic, only to see eyes of his accomplice burning with near hatred...
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