The auction hosted by the Stelter Family was full of unexpected twists and turns.
Initially uninterested, Hill couldn’t resist rushing directly on his cloud ship towards the Hall of Abundance, which had already started to catch fire.
The silk spiders that the Stelter Family had prepared were indeed stopped by the Undead Tribe outside the door, but another unexpected guest easily entered the auction hall without the need for assistance from the Undead Tribe.
The Moon Clan, amidst a suddenly appearing teleportation array, was about to arrive at the hall... although currently still in the teleportation phase, their image had begun to appear.
The guards of the Stelter Family attempted to attack but were completely unable to shake the simultaneously erging halo.
Even the spear thrown by Count Stelter rely pierced through the guy who released the teleportation array.
The attacks from Finch and other mages were equally ineffective.
"Please do not worry, remain seated in your places, and do not move.
The protective array will only activate when the number card is matched with the seat!" Ellie’s voice clearly echoed in the hall, "The Stelter Family will prioritize their guests’ safety."
The guests of the Stelter Family were not overly worried, after all, knowing they might encounter danger here ant everyone had brought so protective asures.
They casually whispered to each other, discussing the sudden incident.
Unexpectedly and not, a young noble sitting in the lower part of the hall suddenly threw out a one-ti teleportation array.
This was likely orchestrated by Triton.
Though the Scaret had few allies willing to enter Danboro, finding a couple of nobles willing to sell their souls wasn’t too difficult.
What demons can accomplish, deities accomplish even easier.
No matter which world, greedy fools who lose their senses to avarice exist.
Count Stelter quickly recognized the traitor, swallowing the curse at the tip of his tongue with a furrowed brow.
Those were once inland nobles of Danboro, neighbors of the Stelter Family a thousand years ago.
However, due to the extensive drought in the interior... later, everyone understood it was the will of Aesces, making any struggle seem aningless.
Even the Mage Family couldn’t sustain themselves any longer, let alone these knight lords, forced either to move with all their assets into the capital or to take up arms again, retracing their ancestors’ paths.
The Stelter Family chose to conquer the four sides, seeking a chance for survival, then rebuilt their territory by the seaside.
Yet, there were always families unwilling to do anything, stubbornly holding on until the end.
The result was retaining the title of lord, but only able to hide in the capital, dependent on others, even lacking funds.
In their hearts, they probably resented Aesces... But how would the World Will care about the animosity of a few mortals?
It wasn’t hard to understand these people getting lured by Triton, unable even to reminisce about the past in drunken stupor, holding onto the noble title that possibly ant less than a small shop owner.
Yet Count Stelter deeply despised these people, practically akin to trash.
The world’s changes were indeed fast and vast, but clinging onto past honors and history, unwilling to change even slightly, just blaming everyone else... no one would sympathize with them.
He carefully observed the situation in the hall while instructing Ted to let the Undead Tribe enter the hall.
The Moon Clan, after all, should be dealt with by the Undead Tribe.
Ellie was far less leisurely than her father.
She focused on the situation below, realizing the inevitable arrival of the Moon Clan, she promptly opened the eight doors of the hall together, then heavily patted the tal spheres on the mithril platform in front of her... The top of the Hall of Abundance opened like a lotus towards the four sides, and the sofa chairs inside beca encased in a tal sphere... mostly alloy, with only a 20-centiter-long, 10-centiter-wide transparent crystal viewing window.
Then these tal spheres were directly thrown into the sky, their trajectory chaotic... but the direction was clearly towards the Undead Tribe’s camp.
It seed to be sothing predetermined and agreed upon with the Undead Tribe.
The upper boxes transford into separate carriages, pushed fiercely by the tracks below towards the sky.
Devices resembling propellers popped out from the four corners of the carriage tops, spinning rapidly.
There appeared to be auxiliary lifting crystal stone arrays, the people inside clearly able to control the direction of the carriages.
Though these carriages could only fly at a height slightly above the Hall of Abundance, their resemblance to helicopters still surprised Hill.
It turned out, Ismael had indeed considered flight!
What was it that limited this world to only travel by land?
Could Aesces possibly deny mortals even the sky?
Mages?
Unwilling to serve mortals?
Hill pondered, the obvious pride and stinginess of the mages in the World of Aesces made it not unlikely.
Then, his attention was involuntarily drawn toward the unfolding battle below... The top several layers of the Hall of Abundance, now left with only a frawork, had transford into a terrifying battleground.
Hill frowned, noticing that Count Stelter was also in one of the flying vehicles above, while citizens continued shopping on the lower levels of the Hall of Abundance.
In the neighboring buildings, many people remained as well.
Many shops on Comrcial Street seized the day for vigorous promotion and discounts. As the upper floors caught fire, screams filled the street while so people stood by watching the burning Hall of Abundance, pointing and comnting!
"Everyone! Imdiately! Leave Comrcial Street!" Ditte rode onto the street on horseback, holding a loudspeaker... of the undead variety, absolutely loud... His voice was firm, "Store owners, activate your defensive magic arrays, then evacuate imdiately!
"Those who feel that their hos are not secure enough, head straight to the Belfran Sanctuary!"
Hill was taken aback for a mont, then realized that the Stelter Family regarded the building as her donation, hence naming it after her.
"Is Hill here?" ca the shout of the Undead Tribe, "Fix the wall, ahhh!"
Hill inexplicably glanced towards the Hall of Abundance... and then suddenly burst into laughter.
It’s troubleso to fight on the top fra, and the knights’ favorite move to knock people away is a bit of a pit.
In the first round of frontal combat, both sides fell out of the building simultaneously.
Although so quick-reacting individuals managed to grab onto the frawork and save their skins, most people didn’t catch on in ti.
As for the Moon Clan, they basically all returned directly to the island.
If they want to co back, they’d have to swim... the one-ti Teleportation Array only lasts for half an hour.
With the previous lessons from the knights, the mages started using spells like Ice Cone Technique en masse to push people, with huge shields flying all over the place.
However, as more people from both sides joined in, the chance of these mutual destruction spells accidentally hitting their allies increased.
The Undead Tribe wasn’t too keen on continuing... they’d rather go for direct combat; they had no interest in playing push gas.
Hill tilted her head and thought for a mont, then waved her hand to create several stone walls.
The Moon Clan falling off didn’t necessarily an certain death.
The sa went for the Undead Tribe.
Just with low health, it wasn’t clear who would die first!
However, their fighting outside was sowhat detrintal to ordinary people.
In just a short ti, there had already been no fewer than three fires near the Hall of Abundance.
Ditte led the City Guard back and forth, but it was hard to suppress these magical flas.
Although the army of Basia City was also deployed, Hill noticed that they headed straight for the port... where the alarm bell was also ringing.
The Scaret Navy had arrived.
It seed that the Moon Clan had been sent over to draw attention... the Scaret Navy was the real trump card.
Triton, it seems, intended to start a world war once again amidst the chaos!
Hill suddenly felt a bit confused... Did Triton misunderstand the combat power of the Moon Clan and the Undead Tribe?
Or did he need to make the Scaret people significant to enter this world?
Otherwise, Hill couldn’t understand why there were beings other than demons getting directly involved in these players’ wars.
Don’t talk about them fighting separately... did the Moon Clan agree, or did the Undead Tribe agree?
Hill couldn’t help but scratch the railing... Did Rose know that the Scaret was preparing to attack Danboro, prompting her to try to influence the Stelter family’s young master?
Although the Stelter Family’s auction was a last-minute decision, the appearance of the Scaret Navy was no accident.
The Moon Clan on Eosca Island hadn’t co to cause trouble recently, likely waiting for them.
How interesting.
Hill’s first reaction was that there must be many Silk Spiders still on Eosca Island.
That’s probably why Rose’s information was so well-inford.
She didn’t go to the Elf Forest but ca here instead, intending to play the fisherman?
Did Triton and Eosca have so sche that made the Spider Queen think she could severely damage Aesces?
Hill blinked and quietly asked Aesces, who was also watching the developnts here, "Have you found where your vulnerabilities might be?"
Aesces felt nothing at all.
To him, unless the Aesces Planet exploded, it wouldn’t hurt him even if all life on the planet perished.
He cherished life because he didn’t want to waste his efforts over the years... but if he had to, losing it was fine.
At most, he’d sleep and wait for life to restart.
Moreover, this ti, he could better design the future of humanity.
"Then, why did they suddenly dare to fight you?" Hill didn’t believe that Triton would suddenly abandon his long-held patience without any backing.
Although Poseidon and his descendants had a style of chaotic yet strange actions, they wouldn’t jump to conclusions recklessly.
"Enemies of Earth and Nature, the existence we most despise." Hill quietly contemplated, "Necromancy?
No, the ocean doesn’t like death either.
Poseidon’s son wouldn’t like Pluto.
Rose... if she thought she had a chance... demon or insect?"
"Insect?" Aesces suddenly repeated, "Scorpion? There are many in the desert."
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