My mod ruined the otherworldly art style.

The camera zooms out to the horizon.

Overlooking this borderland blessed by six purple moons.

The army of Iron City, under Cyril's command,

They are heading towards the abandoned village where the dead were discovered.

There was a meeting point there, designated by the administrators and other urban nobles.

It's about 2 miles from the village.

It was a very open, flat area.

It can effectively observe enemy activity while also establishing an outpost base.

To facilitate the entry of soldiers from Blackrock, Oak, Anvil, and Whiterock.

They discussed and devised a plan to launch a major offensive.

Scarface, sitting in the luxurious carriage, glanced at the setting sun.

A somewhat impatient inquiry:

"Brother Cyril, how much longer until we reach our destination?"

The city guard commander, riding a white horse, took out a map and looked at it.

A response was given very quickly:

"Well, Lord Leonardo da Vinci, it's about another half hour's journey."

"After all, this is a military operation, involving a massive number of personnel and supplies."

"It's impossible to transport everything by horse-drawn carriages like a caravan."

"So it's normal for it to take time."

Faced with Cyril's explanation, Scarface sighed with a helpless expression.

"Sigh, okay, okay."

"I mainly saw that you were working too hard, without even a lunch break."

"I jogged all the way here."

"I'm afraid those soldiers won't be able to hold out."

Cyril was very pleased with his concern.

His previously serious expression softened slightly.

"Please rest assured, Lord Leonardo da Vinci, although the soldiers jogged over with the supplies."

"But every soldier in Iron Rock City is a rank."

"They are at least at level three, and their physical strength is far superior to that of an average strong man."

"This distance is nothing."

"I see..." Scarface said thoughtfully, glancing back at the long queue.

It seems that the strength of Ironclad City is indeed not to be underestimated.

An ordinary newborn gestation site would be easily taken over.

That is to say, the Father God is very perverted.

The second-in-command alone can launch a group mental attack, leaving those below his level completely bewildered.

That's why we're not afraid of Ironclad City.

Putting aside his ulterior motives, Scarface sent some information to the chat group.

They discovered that Her Majesty the Queen had already led her entourage to catch up.

We are currently on the other side, only a few kilometers away from them.

They were clearly planning to hide.

Once the humans discover the exact location of the Underworld,

In launching a surprise attack,

Fortunately, while catching everyone off guard, the attack also deeply shocked everyone.

This is how to complete the task of spreading the gospel and collecting all the emotional values ​​present.

After understanding their own thoughts.

Scarface started chatting with Cyril, making small talk.

Time passed quickly in this state, and soon the expedition team arrived at its target location.

The city guard commander, riding a white horse, surveyed the surroundings.

They discovered that someone had already set up camp on the open ground before them.

"Hahaha, I thought it was someone else, isn't this the Golden Knight: Cyril?"

A rough and bold voice came from the camp.

Scarface and the city guard commander looked over in that direction.

I found a fat man who is 1.6 meters tall and weighs nearly 200 kilograms.

He was carrying a rock pillar as he walked over.

He was not only completely dark-skinned, but also shirtless.

He also had a small mustache and thick brown hair.

Cyril recognized him immediately because of his unusual appearance.

"It turns out to be Mr. Morton, the Rockbreaker from Blackrock Town."

"The last time I saw you was five years ago."

Cyril dismounted from his white horse and shook hands with Morton, who was walking over.

"Yes, yes, five years have passed in the blink of an eye."

"You've transformed from a handsome young man into a sophisticated middle-aged man."

"Unlike me, I looked like I was in my forties or fifties when I was 10, and I still look like I'm in my forties or fifties now that I'm in my forties."

"It's as if life has never changed."

"That's fucking weird."

Morton was quite critical of himself and felt a bit jealous of Cyril's appearance.

Why is he such a handsome blond older man?

He felt like he looked like a dwarf.

It's outrageous that I can't even find a wife I like.

Cyril remained completely unmoved by Morton's complaints.

He glanced in the direction of the camp.

The adjutant behind him waved his hand:

"You all go and set up camp first. Mr. Morton and I still have some things to discuss."

"Yes, sir!" The adjutant saluted.

They drove into the camp with a large convoy.

Upon seeing this, Scarface, who was sitting in the carriage, quickly jumped off.

He didn't want to miss any military secrets.

Anyway, didn't the administrator say that he should stay by Cyril's side at all times?

That reason is absolutely valid.

His sudden appearance immediately caught Morton's attention.

"Oh my, who is this?"

"Look at that muscular physique and the scars all over his face, he gives off the vibe of a strongman."

"Could it be a level 10 or higher Bronze-level expert?"

When Morton asked him the question, Cyril shook his head seriously.

He retorted very seriously:

"Mr. Morton, please watch your words and don't talk nonsense."

"This is the distinguished inventor, Leonardo da Vinci."

"They are our specially invited alchemy consultants at Rock Iron City."

"(⊙o⊙) Huh?" Morton scratched his head, full of questions.

"What did you just say? Inventor? What's that?"

"Why have I never heard of it in all my years?"

Seeing that the chubby little boy couldn't understand, Cyril proudly explained:

"An inventor is someone who can use the methods of science."

"To accomplish alchemy through science."

"This must be Lord Leonardo da Vinci."

Morton, still unable to understand, glanced at Scarface.

Although I had many questions in my mind, I understood one thing.

So this person seems to be a type of alchemist?

It's just a newly emerging school of thought.

He circled around the scarred man, looking him up and down.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"You really can't judge a book by its cover."

"This is the first time I've seen an alchemist who is so big and burly, and exudes such a fierce aura."

"If you threw this out into the wild, I bet people would believe you were a bandit."

Scarface was shocked when his true identity was guessed, and his pupils contracted sharply.

He instinctively clenched his fist, wanting to utter a rebuttal.

But Cyril preemptively issued a warning:

"Mr. Morton, alchemists cannot be insulted, have you forgotten?"

"Never judge a person of high status by their appearance."

After Cyril's reminder, Morton quickly patted his head in annoyance.

"Oh dear, look at me, I'm really getting senile."

"They've even forgotten the most basic common sense."

At this point, he apologized to Scarface:

"I am so sorry, Your Excellency Leonardo da Vinci."

"I made a mistake just now, please don't mind."

Having found a way out, Scarface naturally wouldn't make things difficult for the other party.

He waved his hand very generously:

"It's alright, ignorance is no excuse."

"A misunderstanding can be resolved by talking it out."