At this time, Bai Yizheng was in a large integrated command center, and he could confirm the situation of each battlefield through the light curtains suspended in the air, and the main screen in the middle showed a brief map of the entire battle situation, from which it can be seen that the two aircraft carriers had already sent out all the mechanized mage teams, and these mages were carrying out the destruction work in the early stage of the war.

A large number of magic bombs are planted around enemy areas, and they will act as a way to block the rear path and create more chaos in the event of an air attack on enemy troops; Trained mages will take out the obstructive reconnaissance posts in advance, guide the air raids, and do their best to stop the enemy retreat once the air strikes begin.

At this time, the main garrison points within the Deep Sand Empire have already arranged such a mage team, and they only need to wait for the dragon knight's air raid to start before they can show their skills.

Bai Yi looked at the big clock directly above the center, waiting for the moment when the time moved towards 0:00 and ushered in a new day.

"Is our envoy back?" He suddenly thought of a question and asked the secretary beside him.

"Not yet, he decided not to evacuate until the war finally began." The delicate female secretary hurriedly replied.

"Hmm... Then inform the troops responsible for the arrest of the royal family and let them pay attention to our people. Bai Yi continued to order.

Mordred, who was aboard the Radiance waiting for the order to attack, received the latest order, and then said to his men, "Good news, we will be responsible for covering the retreat of Mr. Envoy during the operation, which will make the mission more interesting." ”

A young man beside her seemed to agree with the interesting statement, and smiled generously, but this mouth cracked directly to the base of the ear, revealing the dense jagged teeth underneath.

Mordred patted his head angrily and scolded, "How many times have I said it, don't laugh casually if you haven't practiced Transfiguration!" ”

It turns out that this young man is also a dragon...

"Alright, ready to go, everyone confirms their final mission and sorts out their equipment." Mordred continued to command.

The special operations team she led called the Imperial Dragon Group has a total of more than 1,500 people, plus herself a total of 41 dragons, of which each dragon will carry 10 mages as air fire support, and the rest of the more than 800 people are marines, equipped with the same power armor as the front-line troops, but everyone is an elite handful, at least at the centurion level under the feudal military system.

This brigade, combined with the long-range fire support of the Radiance, can easily disintegrate the enemy's capital, complete the simple task of apprehending members of the royal family, and add a reinforcement envoy to just make them more fun.

"We only have 3 hours to complete the mission, and if we fail, those tin cans will be sent into battle, and I know you all hate those unaesthetic cans, so we have to hurry up and not give them any chance!" Moredere continued.

Imperial mages are proud, although they may no longer be elegant, but still proud, as an elite force that has made great contributions to the empire, they naturally look down on those savage and rude, winning by the number of puppet legions, and now, because of too long of peace, some people have begun to question the strength of mages, and think that puppets can replace mages well, which is absolutely unacceptable!

Mordred and her team will prove to these fools that the Imperial Mage is the irreplaceable Edge of the Empire!

And now, she is also waiting for the moment when the time moves towards 12 o'clock.

The same is true of the envoy who remained in the enemy's palace, a top graduate of the Imperial University's School of Strategy and Diplomacy, and a proud disciple of the Trickster, but much braver than the Trickster, even though Shiro allowed him to leave early, he insisted on waiting until the deadline, and did not feel that he was in danger at all, but looked at the murals in the drawing room with great interest.

After a while, there was a sound of the door opening, and the envoy did not withdraw his gaze from the mural, but sincerely admired: "Your country's magic sand painting is really a beautiful art, no matter how many times I look at it, I am deeply fascinated, I hope that this art can be well preserved and inherited." ”

"Sadly, however, there are very few people who appreciate this, even the Rosser, who prides themselves on being elegant and civilized." The Emperor of the Deep Sand Empire said in a very regretful tone.

"So? That's a pity. The envoy smiled slightly, looked down at his pocket watch, the hands had passed 0:00, and a new day began.

He had arrived at the palace a few hours earlier, and had lodged a solemn protest against the terrorist attack, incidentally with incidental issues such as the establishment of an intelligence agency in the Deep Desert Country; The entire Deep Desert country must fully cooperate in the arrest of the rebels; Break off diplomatic relations with other rebels and other demands, and leave three hours for the other side to consider.

This time is not so much reserved for the Deep Sand Country, but rather for the new empire itself, because no sovereign country will accept such excessive conditions, even if it is the Deep Sand Country that has changed more than 30 emperors, it still maintains the last backbone.

In the seemingly unrelated conversation just now, the envoy already knew the last choice of the other side, so it was time to leave, "It's not too early, please allow me to leave." ”

"I'm sorry Mr. Special Envoy, it's too late, and we hope you can spend the night here first." The captain of the guard behind the emperor said coldly, and made a color to the guards around him, and several guards wearing Rosser's foreign trade power armor surrounded him.

The envoy straightened his back with a calm expression, and continued: "I don't know if you have heard of our saying: Nothing can stop the Rossers from coming home, because nothing can outweigh the love of home..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a shrill scream suddenly sounded outside the window.

"Rosser Dragoon!" The captain's face suddenly changed, "Everyone! Defense! ”

But before the guards could react, there was a muffled sound in the dome of the parlor, a large hole opened, and a giant metal-covered dragon head poked in, staring at the envoy who was cleaning the smoke from his clothes.

"Panic! It was Her Royal Highness the Princess who came in person. The envoy continued.

"Don't talk nonsense, come up!" Mordred retracted her head and came in with a new claw, just right in front of the envoy to fend off the guards' attacks.

The envoy hurriedly climbed up Mordred's metal claws, and at the end of his departure from the parlour, he did not forget to say to the emperor, who was already frightened, "I hope that painting will be preserved, because it is really beautiful." ”

Outside the meeting hall, the entire capital of the Deep Sand Empire had been reduced to a sea of fire, and mages who looked like cannonballs descended around the palace one after another, wielding their staffs that didn't look like magic staff at all, and quickly harvested the lives of the defenders.

Dozens of dragons flew in the sky, carrying out various surprise attacks while flying to the right position, so that the mages on their bodies frantically attacked those valuable military targets.

"The Rossers... These damned Rosserians! How did they get through our defenses? Why wasn't there any movement before? What about the detection system that we are proud of?! The frightened Emperor looked out the window at the apocalyptic scene and roared.

In fact, others would like to tell him that our detection system was bought by Rother...

"Your Majesty, it's time to retreat!" The chief of the guard stepped forward to pick up the emperor and dragged him hard, trying to escape.

However, in the next second, a hole was blown open in the wall, and a pale golden mage with a tomahawk staff rushed in.

"Catch a big fish!"

"Protect Your Majesty!" More than a dozen loyal guards shouted, pounced, and raised their fiery stick-like staffs in their hands, shooting out colorful magical beams.

Nothing happened, just a laugh from the man.

"Jim I armor, I thought I could only see such an old antique in a museum." The pale golden-clad mage swung his battle axe and charged at the guards, but the scorching blade of the axe split one of the guards in half.

"Weak and powerless!" He shouted like a great demon king again, and with a nimble flip of the giant axe staff in his hand, he slashed a guard who pounced on him from the side in two.

"No, this guy's armor performance is too strong, quickly cover His Majesty's retreat!" The captain of the guard was still in his right mind, knowing that the power armor he was equipped with was too obvious a generation difference with the enemy, and this was not a fair contest at all.

But even the palace guards are so miserable, what about the soldiers outside? And what about garrisons elsewhere? What will happen? He didn't dare to think about this terrible result anymore, and only thought about escorting the emperor away quickly.

Before he could take two steps, two crimson beams of light hit him and the Emperor's knees, making it impossible for them to stand or escape.

"Hee-hee, our captain hates deserters the most." A voice floated over, but no figure could be seen.

Shadow mage, stealth sniper! Rosser's most terrifying assassin! The chief of the guard shuddered suddenly, at least half of the more than 30 emperors before had died at the hands of this terrible shadow mage...

"So, are you planning to catch it alive?" The emperor clutched his knees, his expression twisted in pain.

"Rest assured, we have always treated prisoners of war preferentially." The pale golden captain stood in front of the Emperor and stomped his battle axe staff to the ground, wisps of green smoke rising from the blade of the axe, which glowed reddising.