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The Electors of Letania stood atop the towering city walls, overlooking the steel defenses that stretched for dozens of miles below.

Countless engineers and sorcerers were still busy reinforcing the city walls, setting up artillery emplacements, and laying out spell arrays. The air was filled with the smell of metal and Originium dust.

Victoria's steam knights weave through the defensive lines, while Letania's golden law guards prepare to unleash their symphony; the entire land seems to have been transformed into a war fortress.

"Perfect...absolutely perfect!"

"This defensive line will be the graveyard of the Sarkaz!"

"The city walls are three times the thickness of the standard ones, and each section is inlaid with anti-impact spells. Our artillery fire has a range that is enough to turn any army into dust during a charge."

"Not only that……"

The chief warlock of Letania stepped forward, lightly tapping the ground with his tuning fork staff. A deep blue barrier instantly unfolded, covering the entire area in a flash.

"This is a defensive formation supported by towers in several major regions."

“Even if the Sarkaz were driving a mobile city ram, it would take at least three full-force impacts to break through, but they would never have a second chance.”

The elector burst into laughter, which echoed through the city walls.

He turned abruptly, his scarlet cloak fluttering in the wind.

"Look at this lineup! Victoria's heavy artillery, Kazimierz's knights, and Letania's sorcerer array—if the Sarkaz dare to come, they'll never return!"

At that moment, an officer hurriedly handed over the intelligence.

"My lord, they've arrived!!"

"Those Sarkaz are attacking!!"

"The Sarkaz army has occupied the entire territory of Kadenrania and is rapidly advancing towards us!!"

Upon hearing this, the Elector's heart trembled. He nervously gripped the intelligence in his hand and rushed to the city wall.

In his line of sight, a dark shadow gradually emerged.

The mobile city piloted by Sarkaz, like an ancient behemoth awakening, is advancing towards the defensive line at a terrifying speed.

The tracks crushed the earth, and the roar of the engine was like thunder, causing the bricks on the city wall to tremble slightly.

"They're here!"

A Letanian sentry shouted, his voice sharp with tension.

Elector Frederick III stood atop the highest point of the city wall, watching the rapidly approaching moving city, and he immediately began to give orders.

"Activate the first defense sequence."

The moment the order was given, the entire defensive line came to life.

The Lytanian sorcerers chanted in unison, slamming their staffs heavily into the ground. The air in front of the city walls suddenly distorted, and countless runes rose from the ground, weaving into a vast, azure net of light covering several kilometers.

The metallic scraping of gears echoed from Victoria's artillery positions as hundreds of cannons simultaneously adjusted their angles, their dark muzzles aimed at the charging, moving city.

Despite the deafening roar of artillery fire, the speed of this mobile city remained undiminished.

It was getting closer and closer to Letania's defensive lines: five kilometers, three kilometers, one kilometer—

boom! ! !

The deafening impact echoed across the battlefield.

The steel tracks of the mobile city crushed the barrier. In an instant, a blinding blue light erupted. The invisible barrier deformed violently under the impact, but it held back the steel behemoth like a highly resilient spider web.

The entire city wall was trembling, but—it held up!

The momentum of the mobile city came to an abrupt halt, and thick black smoke billowed from the engine compartment.

The Sarkaz offensive came to an abrupt halt with the city's collapse.

After a brief silence, the entire defensive line erupted in deafening cheers.

"It's blocked! It really is blocked!"

"What a load of bull! The Sarkaz can't even break through our first line of defense!"

"Keep charging, barbarians! Let's see if your steel is harder, or the wisdom of Letania is stronger!"

Morale was at its peak both on and off the city walls.

On Victoria's artillery position, the artillerymen laughed and high-fived each other.

"Do you see that, you Sarkaz bastards? This is the power of civilization!"

"Your savage charge will be no match for a true wall of steel—"

"Not worth mentioning!"

Elector Frederick opened his arms, bathing in the cheers of his soldiers. His laughter, though mixed with the clamor, was chillingly clear.

……

Inside the emergency meeting room, the sounds of hurried footsteps and the clanging of metal armor mingled together.

The dukes of Victoria sat around in the conference room, keeping a close eye on the developments on the battlefield in Letania—the crimson insignia representing the Sarkaz army was spreading like a plague across the map of Letania.

An intelligence officer practically broke down the door.

"Latest battle report!"

"The Sarkaz main force has broken through the Kepranja region's defenses and is advancing at full speed towards Oshdenheim!"

"Their mobile cities—my God, they don't even make any rest stops!"

The Iron Duke suddenly stood up, his aged fingers slamming heavily on the sand table at Kazdel's location, his eyes flashing with a hawk-like sharpness.

"Just as I expected! These lunatics have bet everything they have on Letania!"

Kazdel is practically a ghost town now! Even the guard dogs have probably been taken to Letania!

"Their main force is already tied down by our allied defenses in Oshdenheim, and now is our best opportunity!"

"We must march immediately! All high-speed warships, target Kazdel!"

"Remember your mission!"

"Don't bother with the outposts along the way, ignore the small groups of defenders—pierce Kazdel's heart like a javelin!"

……

Victoria Fleet, HMS Gastrill

The Iron Duke looked down at the earth through the porthole.

The wilderness of Kazdel was receding rapidly, and the outline of the royal city of Kazdel was already emerging on the horizon—there were no defensive barriers, no dense anti-aircraft fire, and not even symbolic patrols.

Seeing the journey proceed more smoothly than expected, all the soldiers of the allied forces finally put their worries aside.

They started chatting and laughing, creating a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere in the army.

"Haha! See, I told you, Kazdel is indeed laughably empty."

"Those demons just charged forward headlong into the fray. If they knew any tactics, I'd have eaten them whole!"

"Furthermore, news from Letania indicates that their two royal courts, along with a large number of Blood Demons, are currently tied down by the allied forces."

"At this rate, by the time they receive news of the attack on their hometown, we'll already be—"

boom! ! ! !

Before they could finish speaking, a violent explosion was heard.

Several dreadnoughts suddenly tilted violently, and alarms and the wailing of tearing metal rang out simultaneously.

Iron Duke staggered and grabbed the command platform. He rushed onto the deck, only to see three frigates on the port side disintegrating—a crimson beam of light pierced the ground from the clouds, and the armor that was grazed melted like butter.

"What the hell is that?!"

He looked up at the sky, and even though he had seen many storms, his pupils still contracted suddenly at that moment.

The moment the clouds were torn apart, a shadow that blotted out the sky was reflected in the pupils of the Allied soldiers.

It wasn't a dark cloud, but a colossal steel behemoth, its phase crystal shield refracting a cold, eerie blue light in the sunlight.

The shadow it cast was not simply darkness, but a tangible oppression. The light, when viewed from below, was eerily distorted, as if swallowed by some invisible force field.

This is—a curtain lowered by the gods.

The Allied soldiers looked up at it, their throats tightening.

They had seen moving cities and giant landships, but they had never seen such a colossal creation soaring above the heavens.

It didn't seem like it was flying, but rather like it was ruling the sky.

A silver-speared celestial horse reared up and roared, its spear trembling and humming.

"Then...what is that?!"

"No... Your Majesty, I must be hallucinating."

"This is not a flying machine at all..."

"This is a fortress... a flying fortress!"

"How could this be?! How could those Sarkaz have such technology?!"

Despite being shocked by the sheer size of the behemoth, the elite of the allied forces quickly regained their composure and displayed the qualities they were expected to possess.

"All shipboard air defenses activated! Target—that floating fortress!"

"Knights! Charge!"

"Military band, prepare for ensemble performance!!"

In that instant, three attacks, accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the atmosphere, pierced straight into the floating fortress, and the energy fluctuations that erupted even caused the land below to tremble.

A dazzling white light filled everyone's vision, and the clouds and dust kicked up by the dense anti-aircraft artillery instantly obscured everyone's sight, making the outline of the floating fortress seem to distort for a moment.

"Success?"

At this moment, all the allied forces looked up at the sky shrouded in huge dust with apprehension.

Then he saw—

On the armor of the floating fortress, the seemingly decorative dark red patterns suddenly lit up.

Ripples spread across the shield's surface, silently absorbing the energy powerful enough to shatter the city walls.

The next moment, the densely packed cannons on the bottom of the airship slowly adjusted their angles, and the sound of gears meshing was like the whisper of death.

"We've fallen for their trap! We've fallen for their trap!!"

"Retreat! Retreat immediately!"

"This is a trap! Those Sarkaz are despicable!!"

However, it was too late.

Suddenly, the turrets on the side of the ship lit up with a blinding red light, and dozens of high-energy rays poured out like a torrential rain.

The earth collapsed amidst wailing cries, and a scorched trench was ploughed out in the center of the allied forces' formation, where melted armor and flesh fused together to form a twisted sculpture.

The communication channel was filled with the screams of the dying.

"Shield overload! We can't hold on—"

"Abandon ship! Everyone abandon—"

"By the Emperor!! It's here again!"

The most despairing thing is that the floating fortress didn't even move.

It simply hovered there silently, like an indifferent judge, wielding absolute power to pronounce the Allied forces' death sentence.

The coalition's last air defense positions were reduced to ashes like paper, and the shockwave uprooted trees within a radius of several miles. The wreckage that had not yet hit the ground spontaneously combusted in the high temperature.

The surviving Letanian sorcerers knelt on the ground, their robes stained with their blood.

They stared blankly at the airship hovering above the blood mist.

This scene, which was beyond their comprehension, completely shattered their hopes.

"This is a devil, a complete and utter devil!!"

The once mighty allied forces are now scattered and fleeing like ants, their banners curling into ashes in the flames.

The Iron Duke's land battleships fled wildly across the wasteland, their tracks grinding against the scorched earth with a grating metallic scraping sound.