Above Garcia's head, the usual white dots and white lines suddenly turned into shadows that could be seen when you looked up—and not just one, but three. The tailgate that opened above, the lines that shone silver in the sunlight, the details that were once unreadable are now incomparably clear. The wings of steel cut through the blue sky, the heavy roar brought the divine power of the king's landing, and the blood-red red star on the fuselage seemed to be some kind of coat of arms symbolizing infinite brute force, and the existence of the king above it all made everyone under the airspace speechless.

Even Ofer Mondridge, who stood on the castle and stared straight at the visitors, never knew what was going on. All he knew was that by the time he reacted to the deafening roar, the white pieces of paper had already fallen like snowflakes, scattering all over the sky.

He pulled one from the air and looked at it carefully, all while writing "Total 8, 4th" in black on a white background in Eltavin. As he turned over to the other side in confusion, he almost fell to the ground in fright at the sight on the piece of paper.

It was an empty ship - no, an empty ship in the split second when there was an explosion on the dome. Faced with this situation, Uffy Mondridge's face instantly turned pale. An explosion like that? Flames like that? I'm afraid the Archbishop of Milan is very lucky.

The details are clearly depicted on the Otherworldly Enigma Picture. The Archbishop of Milan features large portholes, a second deck, and an artist-inspired floral name, and the openings are clearly and accurately depicted throughout the ship, just like the real ones - no, "this is true" is more convincing than to say so. Coupled with the light and cascading clouds behind the empty ship, Eufael Mondridge really didn't have the courage and ability to doubt the authenticity of the picture in front of him.

"What does this mean? The Otherworldly sank the empty ship? What does a simple photo of an empty ship with flames on its roof illustrate? Offy Mondrich looked at the picture over and over again, and couldn't see any change in the picture on it—wait, doesn't this "8 out of 8, 4" mean that there are still seven?

Just as he was thinking about how to collect the seven, another photograph floated impartially above Offe Mondridge's head and landed on his hair.

Picking up the photo, Offy Mondridge panicked again - this happened to be "8 in total, 5th in total". Even more unfortunate, he seems to have just caught a glimpse of the front of the photograph: from the composition, it seems that the fate of the Archbishop of Milan did not seem to be very good.

On the front of the photo, the empty ship Archbishop of Milan seems to have hit the sea wall diagonally? How many pieces did it break into? Oh, I missed it...... The Otherworldly Man also clearly marked the top and bottom on the two short sides of the rectangular photograph.

Offe Mondrich put the picture in the right place and gasped.

It's not good, it's not good. The Archbishop of Milan apparently lost power, or disintegrated directly in the air, and became like this: the bright and bright paint surface of the Archbishop of Milan in the photo has burned to the point that only the stars remain, and some of the hulls that have fallen into the water have caused a huge splash...... This is undoubtedly the end of the empty ship.

The door to the room behind him squeaked open, and Offy Mondridge looked back - it was a panicked but pretended calm Elena, walking quickly towards him with a small stack of photographs in her hand.

"O-film, do you want to ban the soldiers below from going out into the streets...... Or confiscate the pictures from their hands? ”

"No need." Offy Mondridge put his arm around the beauty, and at the same time took the photos from Elena's hand and browsed them one by one, and as expected, they were all empty ships that were about to be destroyed and had already been destroyed. The Otherworlders also took great pains to take family photos of them sailing together before they were sunk, and the blue ocean after the sunk of the empty ships, the whirling wreckage, and the garbage everywhere......

"If the gods and adults in the world see this, they will be so angry that they will turn their backs." Offet Mondridge couldn't help but muttered in his heart, but he still forced his spirit and said, "Actually, this moment is exactly what you and I and others are happy to see, isn't it?" ”

"That's true," Alena replied quietly, "but the mood of the soldiers below seems to be unstable...... If they all feel it's time to surrender, what are we going to do? Caught up in them to sell to otherworlders? ”

"Then let the Otherworlds make a few more pictures of the situation in their prisoner of war camps and throw them away......" Eufay Mondrich had recovered from the shock, and looked like he was in danger. Whether or not to stop them from seeing these things, one of the pride of our Bilunar Church has indeed been destroyed, and reinforcements will never come, no matter what we do now, the facts will not change. All we have to do is to use our abilities in this fact. ”

"But......" Elena was really panicked. She was only a messenger at first, but now she has also wavered in her political speculation - will her favorite O-film die? Involved in various internal affairs, will she be reconciled in the middle, and will she be connected to the gallows of the Otherworld? Before that, although she was wholeheartedly hoping that the reinforcements who wanted to take away her lover's achievements would disappear into the vast sea, the forces that borrowed her strength were obviously coming one after another, making people almost unable to parry. It was only then that Elena realized that she, her lover, and the entire upper echelons of the existing Western Expeditionary Army were walking a tightrope as thin as a spider's web between two mountains of swords. Neither side is a good class that can rely on one's life at will. But now she can't choose, the clockwork of fate has been tightened as early as when her stepfather decided to let her go fishing for the big fish of Ofel Mondridge, and as for the subsequent drama, it almost follows a predetermined trajectory.

"No," Offe Mondridge had already decided, stroking his lover's hair, "The military in the city is likely to think about change, and there are more important tasks to be entrusted to you in order to stabilize the situation, Elena." ”

Alena nodded in the crook of Ouffe Mondridge's arm, her silver-white hair disheveled against the big talking eyes - she knew that the day had come to see his stepfather and the two men again......

"Throw it away, throw it all away!" Rucha's fat general's belly trembled with rage, and fat collided with each other to fuel his roar. "Give it to me at once, throw it all into the fire and burn it to ashes! By dinner tonight, I don't want to see even a single picture like this again! ”

The little army leaders who were holding the photos they had collected from their subordinates were immediately frightened by this majesty. They looked at each other and quickly tore the photos of their investment to shreds.

"Tell your soldiers, repeat, I don't want to see a single picture of the Atlas today, in its entirety!" As soon as Rucha came out, this was an ultimatum. "What are you doing in a daze, give me a meow! Got it done for me! ”

"I didn't expect what Ouffel Mondridge said to really come true." Several generals who were like ruined dogs had just fled out of the camp gate, and Yurd, who was holding a complete set of photos in his hand with a gloomy face, finally expressed his opinion.

"Yes, my generation can be regarded as able to survive this summer and autumn, and then what? I really didn't expect the people from the other world to do it so neatly. Rucha's tone softened surprisingly quickly, almost like another person.

"I think it's a little weird, Lu Chaqing." Yurd spread out six photos of the best on paper like a playing card in his hand, "How do I feel that the Otherworldly knows that we need news that the empty ship has been sunk?" Lu Qiaqing, don't you think that Ou Fei Mondridge is a little too quick this time? ”

"Now," Rucha shook his head, "the only way to understand the routine of the Otherworldly is to become an Otherworldly, and Uffy Mondridge is willing to go down this path, and we can only let him do it." Otherwise, what else can be done? Die with those dumb melons who were buried with the empty ships? ”

Yourd sighed. If you want to talk about your official career and future expectations, facing the heaviest life and death now is like a fart.

"Lu Qiaqing, what are you talking about...... Now, even if he defects to the enemy, we can only follow suit. ”

"What you said is ...... The thing that was committed to the princes of the north? ”

"Exactly."

However, for ordinary soldiers and magicians, the fall of the empty ship meant that the possibility of reinforcements and retreat became very slim at the same time, and it was not the "success of self-preservation" that the three giants of the Western Expeditionary Army thought. Despite being asked to hand in and destroy the photographs in their hands, the soldiers would still take a look at the pride of the Two Moons Church and finally disappear and the figure of the Church of the Two Moons would have died - even a glance was enough to make them feel terrified of the status quo......

Garcia's brief snowy patches of paper in one day came to an end, replaced by a burning stove with photographs. In any case, Cierta's propaganda goal has been achieved - it is another complete victory in the war on paper, and it is impossible for the furnaces to hide the truth about the sinking of empty ships, and their real fuel is simply the fear of the soldiers.

Box after box of photographs flew out of the tail ramp of Yun-9 - not only in Garcia, but in the northern center of Elta, in Mosaccal, and in the cities of the Southern Metropolis Alliance...... Well, these big cities haven't had time to open the "Elta Pioneer Daily" delivery service, let alone open the telegram, so naturally it is impossible to know about the future militaristic affairs of Elta, so-

In this way, regardless of the cost, helping them to make a "village network" is also the consciousness of being the future leader of Elta.

"The Bimonthly Church is over?"

As a result, such questions spread across the country at an astonishing rate in one day......