On May 12, 1858, a month had passed since the four dark high-ranking casters had set off a riot.

Thanks to the unlocking of radio technology by the Taiping Society, the speed of information flow in this world has accelerated rapidly, and the accident set off by four dark high-ranking people, defined by the major media of the United States of America as a "demonic plague", has spread to the ears of all known civilizations on this star.

St. George, Kingdom of Britain, the city of Vancouver on the border of the Fertile Plains of the Naga Colony.

"Hahaha, Mayor Fore, look at these Americans."

"After the 'Demon Calamity', the war between the north and the south has not stopped, but it has become even more fierce!"

An emaciated uncle with curly blond hair on his head and a purple-and-black aristocratic dress from the Kingdom of St. George's Britannia, holding a roll of newspapers from America, Washington, smiled at a middle-aged white officer in a black-haired suit beside him.

"You see, the southern soldiers of the 3 corps are advancing from Mardavos."

"And the northern soldiers of 1.7w men, under the command of Major General Grant, attacked Abilee County from the flanks."

The voice of the uncle in the purple-black aristocratic dress made Mayor Faure raise his head and take the newspaper he handed over, and a hint of understanding flashed in the eyes of the well-dressed mayor of Vancouver.

"Sir Mordo, after the end of the 'Demonic Calamity', the Civil War in the United States of America can cease for more than half a month."

"To be honest, I've been very surprised."

After a quick glance, Mayor Faure put down the newspaper in his hand, and continued to speak to his old friend as he sorted out the papers on the table.

"At the last meeting of our Blue Blood Club, I explained my thoughts to the gentlemen."

"If the 'Demonic Calamity' lasts long enough, it can be used as a third-party pressure for a long time for the North and the South to cooperate and fight together."

"Then it is not impossible for the southern slave owners and the northern factory owners who have forcibly suppressed the contradictions in their interests to solve those problems between them through peace talks and concessions."

"But it's clear that the 'Demon Calamity' is over too quickly."

"In the north of America, the demonic forces through the dense network of railroads have caused the factory owners to lose so many workers that they are desperate to make up for these losses from the southern slave owners."

"And the southern part of America itself has a sparse railway network, and far fewer people have been lost than in the north, and the slave owners now think that they have won the battle, and it is impossible for them to agree to the conditions of the north."

"This war caused by interests seems to have just begun!"

Mayor Faure's words were reasonable, and his friend Sir Moldor kept nodding his head beside him.

The Kingdom of St. George of Britain at that time distributed its population to the colonies differently, and the colony of Nagaria was not a land of exile for the rogue ruffians of the country, like America, but a territory of exile for the disadvantaged nobles and their followers who had failed in the domestic political struggle.

And the blue blood club in the mouth of the mayor of Vancouver is one of the extraordinary forces in the United States of America, "blue blood elites".

The so-called "blue blood" is the self-name of the nobles of the old continent of Obaro, because they often proudly roll up their sleeves and show the blue veins and veins that are clearly visible on their snow-white forearms without labor, so they call it blue blood.

In the current colony of Naga, most of the high-level people still have the noble title of the British Kingdom of St. George, and the power of the blue-blooded magnates occupies an overwhelming power, and they also have more identification with their home country, the British Kingdom of St. George's.

Therefore, most of the people in the colonies of Nagja only talked about the resumption of the civil war in the United States of America, and this time was spent on various gatherings to talk about melons and eat melons.

The sun in the sky over the city of Vancouver on the border of the Fertile Plains slowly slid down to the ground as time passed.

Mayor Fore and Lord Moldor also left Vancouver's City Hall, got into a four-wheeled carriage driven by servants, and drove towards the clubhouse of the Blue Blood Club in the city.

The two of them, even in the carriage, were constantly discussing the situation of the civil war in the United States of America, which shows how hot the topic was in the colonies of Canada during this time.

However, it was here that the executives of the city of Vancouver finished their day's work and went to their respective entertainment venues in the afterglow of the evening sunset.

On the edge of the suburbs of Vancouver, on a turret that defended against the attack of the natives, the ordinary soldiers who were still standing guard were not as comfortable as the magnates.

"Chief Nilla, what do you mean by us guards?"

A young soldier in an old reddish-brown military uniform, half of his butt sitting on a simple high chair, looked like he was standing upright from a distance, and turned to the captain beside him.

"The last time the native tribe attacked was three years ago."

"Why, we're still guarding here!"

As he spoke, the sky had completely darkened, and the plain in front of the turret was pitch black, and there was not the slightest unusual movement as usual.

Hearing the young soldier's words, Neella, who had a beard beside her, turned around, holding a picture book of Vancouver's local red-light district in one hand and half a bottle of rum in the other.

"Of course, for the safety of those gentlemen and gentlemen in the city!"

"Before the Turks attacked three years ago, it is said that our stronghold was almost demolished by a councilor."

"But the right local attack has left our stronghold to the present."

"Boy Mendor, rejoice!"

"To be able to come to our stronghold, which has no enemies, few lives, and is close to the city, is a good thing that other soldiers dream of!"

The bearded Nirla is the head of this turret, a second lieutenant officer of Naga who manages the 34 soldiers of the turret, with a low-ranking aristocratic background, he put down the album in his hand after speaking, poured a sip of rum in his hand, and subconsciously raised the telescope next to him to look at the sky outside.

I want to see the silver moon and stars in the sky, learn from those noble young masters in Vancouver, compose a proper poem, and show off to those low-ranking noble ladies the next time I follow the chief to a banquet.

As a result, the rum that had just rushed to the brain was instantly awakened.

"So, what's that?"

"In the sky, there are monsters in the sky!"

A terrified voice rang out from the mouth of Second Lieutenant Nilla.

Everyone in the entire turret was in chaos when they heard the exclamation of their commander, and they all hurriedly went to the edge of the turret and looked into the sky in unison.

I saw an unknown giant beast with a body length of more than 80 meters and an oval cylindrical shape engraved with this sickle wrench-shaped pattern, which broke through the gray and black clouds in the sky extremely strongly, and appeared directly above the turret like a god and demon, throwing huge elongated items to the ground.

"Hey!" "Hey!"

After a piercing scream.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The rising flames were accompanied by the huge roar of the explosion, which turned all the defenders in the turret into ashes before they had time to react······