The Sonia Sea, unlike the Misty Sea, does not frequently have heavy fog, but on autumn and winter mornings, the northern regions are still occasionally shrouded by a not insubstantial mist.
— He had spent too long in the North Sonia Sea and needed to go back for a debrief.
In the pale white mist, the ghostly ship moved silently, appearing and disappearing, like a dream that leaves no trace.
Alger, wrapped by the wind, hovered in front of the window, enjoying the white world outside, letting his thoughts wander unrestrainedly.
Suddenly, his gaze sharpened, and a hint of silver flickered in his pupils. In the distance, through the thick fog, he saw a large sailing ship passing silently.
The ship was not alone; behind it followed many others, one after another... They formed a long fleet.
"Feysac's Sonia Sea Fleet... They've all deployed... Where are they heading?" Alger's feet suddenly landed on the deck.
His gaze then turned to the other side, the location of Sonia Island.
Through various exchanges in the
For the
But if Sonia Island were occupied by the Feysac Empire, from there, all ports in northern and central Loen would be within striking range, including but not limited to the Port of Enmat and Port of Pritz. If the Feysac commander was daring enough and disregarded losses, they could even directly target
It was for this reason that the two countries had fought the "Twenty Years War," in which the Feysac Empire emerged victorious and obtained the crucial "Southern Passage."
In the subsequent "Oath-Breaking War," Loen won the war but failed to reclaim territory, achieving only half of its strategic objectives.
Alger gazed for a while, his expression quite serious, and murmured: "Is war about to break out..."
...
In Backlund, a large and orderly force of Feysac airships entered from the North Borough and arrived over the metropolis.
As soon as they approached, places like the Holy Wind Cathedral seemed to be prepared. A howling wind suddenly intensified, transforming into numerous cyan-black giant blades that roared towards the targets, like anti-air shells.
Just as these giant blades were about to strike the balloons of the airship formation, an invisible barrier materialized, blocking all attacks.
Under the violent assault, the transparent "wall" swayed and wobbled but ultimately held.
At the same time, the airships' hulls opened their cannon ports, machine-gun ports, and bomb bays, aimed below.
Bang!
As a hurricane formed around the Holy Wind Cathedral, explosive sounds spread everywhere.
In such a terrifying storm, the airships were like ships sailing on the sea, rising and falling among mountain-like waves, about to be cast far away.
Just then, on the leading airship, a light like blood and rust intermingled flashed, enveloped all the companions, and connected them one by one.
Suddenly, the Feysac airship fleet stabilized in the hurricane, no longer like tiny boats in huge waves.
The power of the high sequences of the "Red Priest" pathway belongs to war, and war is the art of gathering multitudes!
This was the authority of the "War Bishop"!
After blocking this wave of attacks, the Feysac forces, before further counterattacks came, pushed bombs out of the bomb bays and let them fall below.
But within the hurricane, the trajectories of these bombs became unpredictable.
Boom! Boom!
Corresponding cannon muzzles also flashed fire, fully expressing the delight of the
The airship fleet did not attempt to cross Backlund. After entering the North Borough, they immediately turned towards the West Borough, the political center of the Loen Kingdom.
...
North Borough, Backlund Technical University.
The yellowed leaves of Intis plane trees drifted with the wind. Students, some carrying books, some holding bags, walked back and forth on campus.
As members of a higher education institution, as the first batch of students of this newly formed university, these young people were full of vigor and ambition for the future. Every day they gathered to discuss ideals, recite poems, study technology, innocent and happy.
Melissa Moretti walked among them, looked up at the clock on the top of the main teaching building, and unconsciously quickened her pace.
Today she was going to assist President Momont in preparing for the soon-to-be-announced mechanical laboratory.
This was something she really liked and was very interested in. It made her feel joyful every day, feel that campus life was so wonderful, and classmates so lovely.
Subconsciously, Melissa glanced again at the steam train locomotive placed in the center of the square, its huge and complex body showing the infinite charm of the mechanical field.
Many students liked to gather there, tapping and studying the structure, and the school neither encouraged nor discouraged this.
A slight smile appeared at the corner of Melissa's mouth as she was about to look away.