A Boeing 707 airliner painted with light blue flame patterns slowly lands at the airport outside Seris. Two escort MiG-21 fighters whizzed through the sky and then disappeared into the distant sky.

At the airport, officials from the diplomatic department stood friendly and waited for the Boeing 707 to stop its massive body.

With more than a dozen planes on standby or ready to take off, air traffic in Irlanhill is now very convenient and reliable.

The depressing air accidents of World War II have all but disappeared, and flying has become another fashionable option for the wealthy.

Because of the high speed, time saving, and excellent service on board, the aristocracy admired this expensive way of traveling.

After all, the price of hundreds of gold coins for a ticket is still unaffordable for ordinary people.

"Miss Vivien...... Seris International Airport has arrived. In the spacious cabin of the Boeing 707 airliner presented to Greken by Illanhill, the flight attendants who were assigned to Greken to serve reminded in a gentle manner.

Vivien opened her eyes, then curiously looked at the airport outside the porthole next to her, and exclaimed in disbelief: "It's a lot bigger......

There are already a lot of runways at Seris International Airport, and a brand new terminal has been built. The old and new terminals stand side by side and look magnificent.

This airport, which had never been so huge before, has become even bigger in just one month.

This is no joke, the pace of construction has really exceeded everyone's expectations. You know, whether it is Bellevy or Galenok, it is only after more than a thousand years of accumulation that it is so large and prosperous, but Ceris seems to have been established overnight.

This speed is shocking and enviable. Even in times of war, the construction of the core area of Elanhill did not stop, but began to grow faster and faster.

"Welcome to Seris!" Standing at the bottom of the plane's gangway to greet Vivien was an official from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in Iran Hill, wearing a crisp uniform, elegantly extending his hand and making a gesture of please to Vivian in a mask.

Vivien didn't say anything polite, after all, this time, she had a combat mission, and the safety of Emperor Ellan Hill must be guaranteed, and any attack on Chris must be stopped in time.

Vivien was followed by one after another of the Grecan High Mages. It's not the first time these tall, short, thin magicians have come to Ellan Hill, so they're familiar with it.

However, when they got into the new car produced by Irlanhill, they still felt unfamiliar with the city.

The high-rise buildings that have risen from the ground but have not yet been built have made the city of Seris a person they don't know.

"Damn, the last time I came, there weren't so many high-rise buildings, right?" Sitting in the back of the car, the chubby sorceress looked around depressedly, a little unconvinced that she had ever been here.

After all, he had visited many cities, most of which had not changed in the last hundred years.

Under the influence of this habitual cognition, the drastic change in Iran Hill made her feel extremely new.

"Damn, I don't even remember where I was last time, the unstable god puppet I destroyed." The thin and withered little old man held his magic wand, leaned against the back of the car and said, "Old! It's really old! ”

In the first car, Vivien's brow furrowed more and more. She felt the strong magical aura that permeated the city, and these unnatural magical aura made her very sure of one thing: there was a huge and unstable artificial convergence of magical energy in this city.

In other words, Vivien felt that the god puppet that made her jealous might be in the city of Seris, the capital of Ellan Hill.

This is definitely not good news, at least not for Vivien.

The other party did not act immediately after arriving in Seris, there must be some conspiracy.

The second reason also annoyed her: if the two sides fought in Seris, the destructive power of the god puppet was no joke. Most likely, even if the god puppet is finally suppressed, the entire city of Seris will be no different from the ruins.

Those damn bastards of the puppet empire, don't they know that this bottomless attempt is a joke on the safety of the whole world?

Vivien, feeling slightly depressed, rolled down the window on one side of her car, letting the air pour in, with a pleasant cool breeze. It's autumn and it's far from being that hot.

What a good time to barbecue. Vivien remembered the last time she had a barbecue at Seris, and swallowed a mouthful of water.

What she didn't know was that on the beach of the distant Ferry City, in the salt works, the sappers of Ellan Hill were holding flamethrowers and barbecuing minced meat stained with black blood.

The scene was really disgusting, and many soldiers suffered from anorexia because of their mission to deal with demonic bodies.

In her thoughts, Vivien sensed danger for a moment—the closer she got to the most heavily defended castle in Irlanhill, the more she felt the unsettling aura of danger approaching her.

It was such a depressing experience that she had to squint and push the door open before the car could stop. Before the car could stop, she had already dodged towards the castle, and as she set up a floating magic circle at her feet, Vivien made a cautious distraction gesture to her companions behind her.

The enemy is inside Seris Castle! This is something that Vivien already feels! What made her even more desperate was that the alarm had not been sounded here, and the Iran Hill grenadiers stationed around the castle were still not in the slightest state of battle.

"Miss Vivien! What are you? Only then did the officer of the diplomatic department pull open the door and get out of the car, and looked at Vivien, who had already flown up the battlements of the castle wall, in surprise, and stretched out a hand to shout in a panic.

At the same time, the No. 1 puppet T800, which had been standing behind Chris since the day of its birth, suddenly raised its head and looked at the window with a smiling face.

As if given some instructions, Golem 2 took a sharp step forward, blocking Chris behind him, and a large magical defense barrier lit up on his chest.