The bustle of the flagship fort lasted until early in the morning, and the lights in the lower half of the "Sky Viewing Room" were like upside-down pots and bowls, and they were not extinguished until the morning.

The banquet was co-organized by the Aurora Imperial Court, the Government Office, and the Holy See of Order, under the name of "Farewell to the Imperial Fleet Expedition" and "Reward for the Outstanding Contributors to the Creation of the Fleet".

The main people who were eligible to attend the banquet were nobles who incorporated their private warships into the fleet, Wizard Workshop owners who built warships and provided important equipment parts, and merchants who made significant contributions in terms of capital and logistics.

These people have different identities, but in addition to their status, there is also an important commonality, they are all high-level transcendentals, most of them are hero-level, and even there are more than a dozen legends.

Last night's banquet was just a prelude to the "Expeditionary Ceremony", and according to the schedule, they will welcome more distinguished guests today, that is, the Emperor and the two bishops of the Holy See.

Here, the Emperor and the Bishop presented certificates of appreciation and gifts to all the people and the gifts of the goddess, while enjoying a grand "ceremony". What kind of ritual it is, the clergy of the Order Holy See who is in charge of organizing the event did not say, but everyone knows what it will be, and the Duke of Soul Refining is here for this ceremony.

That kind of thing is a bit ...... It was unbearable, but it was definitely not an evil sacrifice, but a necessary sacrifice for the world of Fein, for the eternal order, for the empire, and for their sake.

As the organizer of the event, in order to do a good job of hospitality, Mosmut did not hesitate to suspend the construction of a number of slipways, urgently dispatched a number of extraordinary people, and within four or five days, the flagship fort was transformed into a super hotel, with more than 200 rooms enough to accommodate all guests.

Wait, this seems to be a bit of a problem, there are more than 400 guests in attendance, 200 sets should not be enough, right?

It doesn't matter, such a banquet is an opportunity for everyone to exchange feelings and deepen understanding. The guest rooms are not used for sleeping, but for socializing.

Except for the legend, bishop and the big names above the earl, who give preferential treatment and have fixed suites, the rest of the rooms are shared. Whoever goes to the fellowship first, the suite is theirs. Of course, if you have a more open mind, you can also keep the door closed, men and women can enter and exit freely, men and women can mix and match at will, and the number of people can be expanded as needed.

The clergy of order repeatedly emphasized that this was a day of the sublimation of purity, and that one should not worry about reviving the lewd traditions of the previous generation of Lady Huanyue, thus angering the goddess of order, who was sensitive in this regard.

In order to add to the fun, Mosmut brought a lot of sincere tears. This red juice is definitely not the chaste blood of the past, it is just used to add to all kinds of liquor, making the wine more mellow and the drinker more happy. Since the establishment of the empire and the prohibition of things like chastity blood, this kind of thing has long been used by the aristocratic circle as a substitute for chaste blood, and has become a necessary pleasure for banquets.

Such an opportunity is really rare, and it is no wonder that the room is full of shouts and horns all night. Some men and women who were too open even practiced directly in the hall.

The warships outside the crystal walls moved like schools of fish, making way for a wide passage, and the sunlight shone brightly, reflecting the bodies of the hall coated in cloudy liquid.

His Majesty the Emperor and the Cardinals are coming!"

Mosmut rubbed his aching forehead and inspected the hall, and when he saw this scene, he was so frightened that he hurriedly called his subordinates.

Licking his gaze over the undulating bodies, Mosmut secretly noted down some more. Those noblewomen and magicians were really comfortable last night, even the countess!

Originally, I wanted to test Rowanna, but Hathaway couldn't eat it herself, but now that she is worth a different amount, Rowanna should always have a chance.

It's a pity that Rowanna left last night and didn't even say hello to herself. What's wrong with that woman's brain? I don't know if His Majesty the Emperor is coming today?

The sunlight that poured into the hall was once again obscured, interrupting Mosmut's thoughts.

It was a huge ship that was very different from ordinary warships in a mixture of snow white and bright gold, and it was none other than the Prince Familia, the flagship of the recently completed Imperial fleet. His Majesty the Emperor and the two cardinals were on it, escorted by the commander of the fleet, Charbony, and were about to arrive at the Flagship Fort.

The flagship fort is well deserved......

Mosmut subconsciously straightened his chest, and another regret flowed through his heart.

Simberner's guy definitely didn't want to see himself who was about to replace him, so he turned down the position of vice marshal of the fleet and ran to partner with another vice marshal Phillips to engage in some kind of "Northern Passage Campaign". That's just a substitute for the "Flagship Fort Plan".

Now, it is no longer Simbernar who is leading the fleet in the Heart of the Silvermoon with Shabney, but he Mosmut.

That's right, he is now the deputy commander of the Imperial fleet, and he didn't tell Zolde last night for fear of irritating him.

Wait, what about Zolde?

It was only then that Mosmut remembered his "close friend" and was about to call with the teleportation ring, when the message from the Prince of Familia had already vibrated his magic phone.

The Minister of War and Commander of the Fleet, Shabney, entered the hall under the escort of a group of Hands of Order, sniffled, and his face wrinkled into a plateau.

Mosmut asked expectantly, "Your Majesty......"

As soon as he spoke, he was stopped by a wave of his hand: "Start preparing for battle now, let my people take over this floating city, and you will ......"

Shabney looked at him with a strange gaze, and his tone was also very strange: "Have a good rest." ”

Mosmut was stunned: "Your Majesty...... Well, if Your Majesty and the Bishop can't come, I'm also the deputy marshal?"

Escorted into the room by the Hand of Order, he knocked on the door and shouted: "I am the lieutenant marshal! I want to see the prime minister! I want to see the bishop!"

After knocking for a while, the hand of order outside the door did not respond, and he spat and spat on it.

Let's not say that I am a legend, this flagship fort is my own! Shaberni will take over if you say you will take over, who do you think you are?

He took out his mobile phone and prepared to contact his subordinates, when a strange wave swept by, and another invisible barrier descended, making him feel like he had been poured a basin of ice water on his head.

This is a legendary-level suppression enchantment, which not only isolates communication and teleportation, but also greatly weakens the power of the legend!

Thinking that the people of the Holy See of Order and the Temple of Commerce had long been tinkering in the control center of the Flagship Fort, Mosmut's heart fell into the abyss.

What is Charbonie going to do!?

He slammed on the door again, and even smashed it with his hands, this time shouting louder and more sincerely: "I am the deputy marshal! I am the master of the flagship fort! I have made a great contribution to the empire, let me out!"

Unfortunately, the entire room was sealed by the Hand of Order, and Mosmut could do nothing but smash waves of ripples on the transparent barrier.

In the hall, the legendary wizard Erdehiroth handed a list to Shabney.

After a cursory sweep, Charbonie frowned: "Several legends are not there......"

The wizard said lightly: "After all, it is a legend, and if it is too exposed, it will make them vigilant." Of course, it's also possible that they have seen the traces and ran away. ”

Xia Boni's brows furrowed even deeper: "When the matter is over, won't these people have a different heart for the empire?"

The wizard shook his head: "So I didn't stop it, and when it was done, Her Majesty the Goddess Yongzhen was on the top of the Heavenly Mountain, and the eternal order came, and they didn't dare to have any dissent." ”

Shaboni nodded, and asked uneasily, "Is it enough?"

The wizard nodded: "Of course ......"

Shabonie breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, then let's start ......"

Before they finished speaking, a small firework lit up in the corner of their eyes.

It was through the crystal wall, from the slipway of the Fleet City Canyon.

The two of them gathered together to look down on the crystal wall, and then another, and then another, one after another, fireworks rose from the slipway, like a spark on the grassland.

"Red Union really did it......"

Shabney snorted: "But they didn't guess what the Flagship Fort plan was all about, so let them mess around with the people below, and we'll act quickly." ”

The flagship fort rose slowly, and after a while, it passed through the barrier of the fleet city, and the battleships gathered around also adjusted their formation, looking up from the slipway, and the sky rose little by little.

"I think...... I shouldn't have been scared away by us. ”

Next to a certain slipway that was already blazing, the halfling Rachard muttered in confusion.

Fleet City was in disarray, and countless workers were burning the slipways, an overnight revolt organized by all the slipways.

Ever since it was confirmed last night that Fleet City had been sealed down and that the Wizard Governor had come here for something, the struggle had shifted from demanding the compensation the Workshop Owner to defending his own life and even his soul.

Even the most cowardly, at that time, did not flinch, and all the slipway representatives unanimously agreed to organize the workers to revolt overnight. As Mentor Trizt said, there is no way back for them.

But how to resist, everyone has no clue. The soldier who had worked as a slave laborer confided the truth, saying that he was actually an agent of the Red Union Intelligence Agency, and that many of the Red Union's troops, including the floating fleet, had arrived near Fleet City and were willing to do their best to rescue everyone.

At this time, no one questioned the intentions of the Red Alliance, and even Rachard didn't care to emphasize that he did not accept the beliefs of the Red Alliance, and he would save his life first.

According to the agent's explanation, the "Fleet City Slipway Guild" negotiated a plan of action with Mentor Trizt.

With the workers creating a city-wide riot and covering the Red Union agents to sabotage the slipway, the Imperial Local Legions, which were blockaded on the periphery, had to march towards the Fleet City and prepare to suppress it.

The workers are not transcendental, they can only do these things, and the rest will depend on the Red Union.

The Red Union forces from the Forgotten Forest will take the opportunity to attack the local legions and completely disintegrate these less powerful forces.

Immediately after that, the main fleet of the Red Union will advance towards Fleet City to attract the Imperial fleet. At the same time, another elite fleet will raid the flagship fort to deal with the Wizard Governor and Mosmut and others, while destroying the corresponding devices to prevent them from refining their souls.

While fighting, the Red Federation sent marines to escort the engineers down and urgently build a shelter in Fleet City. After all, the fleet city has become a battlefield, and the artillery fire of the battleship is very terrifying, and to flee at this time is to die. The Red Federation also did not have the strength to fight the Imperial fleet while transporting more than 100,000 people.

According to the information obtained by the Red Union Intelligence Bureau and the workers, the "ceremony" to be held at the flagship fort will not officially start until later in the day today, and they still have time.

So Rachar was surprised, now that the flagship fort has been lifted into the air with the fleet, is this abandoned?

Then he narrowed his eyes, and the Flagship Fort was suddenly covered by a layer of blood-red light, tumbling like real blood, extremely dazzling, reflecting the canyon and the sky red.

In a room on the Flagship Castle that was covered by a special barrier, a large handful of spatial stones in Mosmut's hand were emitting a glowing white light.

He's a legendary magician, and even if he's trapped by layers of enchantments, there's still a way to escape. He is also ready at any time, although the cost is very high, not only will it cost a lot of expensive space stones, but the physical and soul damage caused by forcible teleportation is also very serious.

But it was nothing compared to something he had a hunch about.

Seeing that the space stone was being driven by magic power, it was prying the space to build a teleportation channel, and the soul was suddenly pulled by a strange force, and the white light suddenly dispersed.

Mosmut fell to his knees with a shake of his body, and muttered with his eyes out of focus, "What...... What's going on?"

After saying that, he spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and then the seven orifices spilled blood, and the strange thing was that the blood did not fall to the ground, but turned into a blood-colored mist, and seeped back into his body.

The blood continued to overflow, the blood mist continued to seep in, Mosmut's body trembled violently, and after a while, wisps of faint white light squeezed out of the body, condensed into a translucent figure, and then wrapped in the blood mist.

"No...... Not ——!"

It was Mosmut's soul, rising in the blood mist, and he struggled violently, but only let out a terrible cry, and his body slammed to the ground, and he was silent.

At the same time, in the other rooms, nobles, magicians, and merchants struggled in agony. Translucent figures were wrapped in blood mist and pulled out of their bodies.

"All the best......"

In the hall, the light in the wizard's eyes burned like real fireworks, said Shabney.

Shabney crossed his arms and nodded with satisfaction as he watched as powerful souls threw themselves into the crystal wall, covering the blood-colored barrier of the flagship fort.

"What are the souls of 200,000 civilians? ”

"These four hundred transcendent souls, any of them, are worth tens of thousands of civilians, and only such power can teleport this floating city and the entire fleet over. ”

Xia Boni said leisurely: "They should die for the Empire, we will remember them, and when everything is over, the eternal order will come, and we will erect a monument for these people." ”

The wizard chuckled, "The souls of these people are equivalent to at least two million civilians, and from my standpoint, I would rather smelt them than weak and helpless civilians. ”

"You are the sword used by Her Majesty the Goddess on the souls of mortals, and the Empire will not treat you badly, of course we are not qualified to say this", Shabney said, "Who let you, a wizard who is not a believer in the goddess, actually obtain the oracle of the goddess?"

Outside the crystal wall, the color of blood gradually darkened until it was as deep as lacquer.

When this pitch-black barrier expanded outwards and covered the warships, the wizard exhaled with relief: "The matter on my side is almost over, now it depends on the progress of Her Majesty Elsa's side." ”

Deep in the center of the Flagship Fort, several Tektronix pivots emitted terrifying fluctuations that distorted space.

"......Shh

Ginny, the saint of commerce, smacked her lips and concealed her shock in a disdainful tone: "The goddess of order actually sacrifices not commoners, but nobles and magicians, as well as people on our side. ”

Losifus was also shocked, and sighed when he heard this: "Actually, I should have thought that even if it was 200,000 civilians, that kind of soul would not have much power when gathered. Isn't that the purpose of summoning hundreds of high-level transcendents here?"

Ginny snorted, "It's a good thing I didn't drink any tears of sincerity, that terrible wizard must have done something on it, so he didn't even escape the legend." ”

"Okay......"

Seeing the gray-black smoke barrier in the light curtain, which had already covered hundreds of battleships, Lohiphus patted Ginny on the shoulder: "It's time for us to be on our side." ”

Hathaway's voice sounded from a certain Tek pivot: "Sure enough, I expected it a long time ago, and I hope that the final takeover will be worthy of such a price." ”

Hathaway said in a deep voice, "Lady Darkmoon is also ready, just waiting for Her Majesty Elsa to launch." ”

Ginny nodded, walked over to the Tek pivot in the center, slowly reached out and pressed the pivot, and closed her eyes.

Just as she was about to move, she opened her eyes again and held out her other hand to Lohiphos.

Lohiphus smiled and took her hand, and she smiled reassuringly and closed her eyes again.

Ginny's body shook, and golden light overflowed from her body, pouring into the pivotal nucleus.

The whole space shook suddenly, and all the images seemed to be pulled out of their original structure, and the lines, light and colors were all mixed together.

This is a sign of entering the subspace, because ordinary teleportation is very fast in and out of subspace, this kind of scene is almost invisible, but at the moment this kind of teleportation is too large, and this situation will continue for a long time.

"Your Majesty......"

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty...... Okay, can I leave?"

"Your Majesty!?"

After some time, Ginny suddenly muttered, as if she had already asked in her mind.

Her voice grew louder and louder: "Your Majesty!?"

Without any response, she turned her head to look at the man holding her hand with difficulty: "Lohifus!?"

Rohiphus watched her silently, watching the golden light spill out of her, fluttering like fireworks, making her resemble a humanoid torch.

Then he slowly and resolutely withdrew his hand.

He said to the beautiful girl, whose body froze suddenly and her pupils dilated, "Ginny, it is time for you to give everything for our lord, including your soul. You are a saint and this is your mission. ”

"No ——!"

Ginny screamed, twisting her body frantically, trying to pull her hand back, but her hand stuck to the pivot nucleus.

Then she let out a terrible cry, and the details of her body, including her long colorful hair, dimmed in the golden light until she became a humanoid silhouette, then a small dragon form, and faded away.

"Goodbye...... Ginny, I actually really like you. ”

"In order to have a place in the future eternal order, our Lord has to pay a price, and I must accept it. ”

A strange light also flashed in Losifus's eyes, and he said in a low voice.