Transmigrated with a Demon-Refining Pot: Hehehe, Refine in an instant

After hanging up the crystal ball call with Orlando, Ron laughed heartily.

That bastard, he finally couldn't take it anymore.

They still expect us to sit at the table and eat.

These empires would rather have these human kingdoms and principalities participate and share the spoils.

We absolutely cannot yield to the orcs or sea creatures.

Humans are the primary race in this world, and they have an irreconcilable struggle for survival with other races.

If the meat is to be tender, it has to be tenderized in the pot.

Ron sat in the study for a while longer.

The embers in the fireplace flickered, scattering a few sparks that flashed and died out in the dim room. Outside the window, the night was deep, moonlight spilled into the garden, and the lavender spikes swayed gently in the night breeze, like a purple-red mist.

He stood up, pushed open the window, and the night breeze blew in, carrying the scent of earth and grass.

"Someone come here."

"Grand Duke?" A servant at the door peeked in halfway.

"Go and fetch Palin, Laun, Hart, and Abaddon. Tell them to come to the council chamber immediately."

"Yes."

The footsteps faded into the distance.

The council chamber was brightly lit.

Perrin was the first to arrive, his face still showing signs of travel.

The others had clearly heard some rumors as well, and now they couldn't hide their excitement.

Ron sat down in the main seat, glanced around, and without exchanging pleasantries, began to speak.

"We've received news from the Magic Empire. We can now participate in the war in the Mechanical World."

There was a moment of silence in the council chamber.

Perrin was the first to react, flipping open the ledger in his hand: "Your Highness, how many men are needed? How much supplies should be prepared?"

"The entire Silver Dragon Knights. Five thousand men," Ron said.

"The regular troops will remain stationary; let them keep an eye on the duchy."

Ron thought for a moment, "Hmm, Ron, why don't you stay and take charge?"

Laun frowned: "Your Excellency, I..."

Seeing his hesitant expression, Ron knew that he also wanted to go and see the other world.

But Ron suppressed his thoughts:

"You stay here to assist Palin. The others are doing a good job killing the enemy on the front lines, and you are doing a good job guarding the home base."

I entrust the safety of the principality entirely to you.

Don't let me down!

What could Lauen say in the face of the Grand Duke's important mission? He could only nod emphatically.

Ron stood up and placed his hands on the table.

"I've already contacted the Magic Empire. They'll send three airships to help us transport troops."

We have about three or four days to prepare.

Palin, prepare all the supplies you need. Nobody knows how long we'll be in that world.

Relying on the magical empire's logistics is unreliable, so the more supplies and potions the better.

After Ron gave the order, everyone hurriedly went to prepare.

This is a war against another world, and no one dares to be careless.

Three days later, outside Silver City.

The morning light spilled in from the east, gilding the gray-white city walls with a pale gold hue.

Five thousand knights of the Silver Dragon Knights stood in formation, their armor gleaming coldly in the morning light, and their silver dragon banners fluttering in the wind.

Five enormous airships slowly descended from the sky.

The three ships were sent by the Magic Empire. They were silver-white with smooth lines and were decorated with a silver dragon emblem.

The other two ships belonged to the Silver Duchy itself, purchased with a loan from the Commercial Federation. They were smaller than those of the Magic Empire and had a much simpler paint scheme, but they could still fly.

Five ships lined up in a row, their cargo hold doors open, and gangplanks extended down to rest on the ground.

Aibadam stood at the front of the group, riding his war ram. His injuries had long since healed, and he had also broken through in his fighting spirit during the past three months.

His aura was calm and composed, and the oppressive presence of a Level Two Grand Knight emanated from him.

His war ram was also clad in specially made armor, with two sharp blades tied to its horns, making it look more than twice as fierce as an ordinary war ram.

There was another conspicuous figure in the team.

A six-meter-tall frost giant was also mixed in with the group.

This guy has completely submitted; he'd do anything to escape Margaret's clutches.

Therefore, it was decided to let Ron contribute this time, since the battle would be fought in another world anyway, so there was no fear that he might have ulterior motives.

He wore a specially made, enormous suit of armor, with iron-gray steel plates secured with magical metal rivets; though rough, it was sturdy enough.

Holding the large ice crystal rod in his hand, the wounds on his blue and white skin had healed, and his eyes were no longer numb, but filled with a long-suppressed expectation.

Margaret lay sprawled at the front of the line, looking listless, her blue pupils scanning the distance ahead.

Ron, riding on the dragon's back, glanced at the group.

Five thousand knights, their armor gleaming, their lances forming a forest. This was the strongest force of the Silver Duchy, and the culmination of his years of hard work.

"Board the ship!!" Ron commanded.

The Silver Dragon Knights began boarding the ships. Five thousand men, along with their warhorses and equipment, filled the cargo holds of the five airships perfectly.

Han Yue was the only one who couldn't get in; the cargo hold door was only three meters high, and at six meters tall, he couldn't squeeze through at all. In the end, he had no choice but to stay on the deck of the airship.

After boarding was completed, the five airships slowly rose into the air and headed south.

The airship flew at full speed, moving at an extremely high speed. The scenery on the ground rushed past, and the outline of Silver City quickly disappeared from view.

Margaret followed alongside the fleet, her silvery-white figure appearing and disappearing in the clouds.

In just one day, the fleet crossed the Tianluo Mountains.

The continuous mountain peaks swept past below, some of which still had snow on their summits.

Ron stood on the deck, holding onto the gunwale, looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar land.

Five years ago, when he first transmigrated, he was a penniless pioneering baron. Now, he has become a dragon knight, leading five thousand knights to fight in another world.

The airships traveled in a straight line, and after crossing the mountains, the fleet entered a wider airspace.

Below lies a vast expanse of azure blue—the Coral Sea.

The sea is dotted with islands and reefs, some so small that only a few people can stand on them, while others are as large as a count's estate. Occasionally, a few merchant ships sail by, and the sailors on board, seeing the floating fleet, rush to the deck to point and chat.

The airship traveled on this vast and boundless sea for three whole days.

On the evening of the third day, the fleet finally arrived at the northern coast of the Magic Empire.

The moment they crossed the coastline, the sight below stunned everyone.

The scene below was completely different from that of the Silver Duchy.

The land here has become more fertile, with neat farmland and dense villages.

Occasionally, you can see a few towns, no smaller than Silver City, complete with city walls, towers, and magic towers.

Unlike the frontier areas, which are mostly vast undeveloped wilderness.

Ron estimated that the population of the Magic Empire could be five to ten times that of the pioneering lands of the same area below.

The fleet didn't stop, flying straight ahead at a speed as fast as the wind.

That afternoon, the airship began to slow down.

We have arrived at Flowerleaf City, the easternmost city of the Magic Empire.

The spatial passage was opened here.

This city is nearly ten times larger than Silver City, with towering walls that reach into the clouds. The walls are made entirely of white giant stones, and there is a magic tower at every interval, with a crystal ball on top of the tower constantly spinning.

The city wall was covered with runes, and a pale blue halo flowed slowly within the rune patterns, like blood flowing in a vein.

The Starshine Magic Empire truly lives up to its reputation as one of the four great powers of humanity, an ancient empire that has been established for over ten thousand years.

According to the accompanying members of the Magic Empire, the population of Flowerleaf City exceeds five million.

Ron was also taken aback when he heard this.

A single city in the top ten of the Magic Empire is comparable to the entire Silver Duchy.