As the federal tournament schedule progresses, the West Lorates battle is nearing its end.

Due to the amazing performance of the Heavenly Palace Liberators, just after the end of the competition, many starfleets sent out invitations, even including thunderous high-level students who chose good trees to perch, and in the end, even the students who didn't work weekdays became fragrant and were able to enter the excellent fleet.

The students who won the later selection were sworn into Starfleet, and the warships belonging to the moon, Mars, and Jupiter left the earth one after another. In the cities where the tournaments were held, the crowds that used to be bustling everywhere are now gradually decreasing, and the enthusiastic arenas are gradually calming down.

Jupiter Silver Leaf City.

Different from the beautiful magic city of Silvermoon City, Silver Leaf City is a military center of Jupiter, the pride of the Dili people, and the cultivation pool of the source protection.

Although it is a military class I city, due to its location in the core of the galaxy, it does not have the towering walls, huge siege artillery, wide defensive barriers, and uniform armies of border cities.

It's just a simple and practical magic to shield from bad weather, and the mountains are full of cultivated and improved star grass, and everywhere you can see is silvery white and light green.

In the center of the city, a huge emerald tree stretches out its thick branches to cover the city, and the orange-red fruits that hang down from the tree glow and light up in the wind.

The ovoid houses of the teal, blue, purple and orange Dili people are built on trees, and high wooden ladders spiral up to the roots of giant trees. Unlike the cyan and blue houses, the purple and orange houses are surrounded by separate dark red trunks, with only the roots connected to the towering trees.

Nearby, three or two military personnel dressed in silver-green costumes marked the dark red tree trunks with a scale. Next to him, a hired worker dressed in a blue-and-green costume slowly cut the roots of the tree with a harvesting blade, separating the dark red tree from the emerald giant tree.

The big dark red trees that had been cut down were placed on the wide cart by the clever carrying robot, and the huge rocky beast that pulled the cart in front saw that someone was watching them, squinting its eyes and shaking its nose to emit a thick fog.

On the west side of the emerald green giant tree, there are two doorways carved with intricate patterns, covering a huge area, and the patterns are more ambitious and profound than those in the south with simple patterns. This is the ultimate weapon of the Di Li people, the Origin Guardian Factory.

On the west side, the production is the Dili military-level Origin Guard. To the south is a simple auxiliary civilian grade, which is mainly used to barter with the Federation. In the factory on the west side, which is protected by layers of defensive spells, the dark red tree pulled by Rocky Beast is unloaded, and then screened into the assembly line, polished and polished, and the armor parts are installed, the spell patterns are wedged, the weapon load is added, and the life light energy is aggregated.

The result is a Tree of Life that is clad in a variety of armor and has powerful weapons and heavy defenses, rivaling the Federation battleships.

On the west side of the processing factory, there is a courtyard inside, and the door is wedged with powerful defensive magic. A gust of wind blew, and the protective magic of a two-story villa in the courtyard was activated, and the layers of three-dimensional circles rotated and made a slight humming sound.

The fine incandescent stone hanging in the room, which is much stronger than garnet, is weakened by layers of magic, emitting a shallow fluorescence. This is the Silver Moon City Lord's Mansion, the Silver Leaf City Armament Department.

It shields all light, all sound, and even more so the prying eyes of the mind. The door to the secret room of one room was gently pushed open, and two young women rushed out of it, and the door of the secret room closed softly behind it.

The young woman looked around, carefully checked the readings of the instruments in the room, and clicked on the rows of intricate runes on the wall. At the same time, several federal bases received an encrypted letter from an agent directly affiliated with the Callisto Night Legion.

A quarter of an hour later, the floor slowly opened, revealing a circular passage, the woman straightened her sleeves, took out the disc, and stepped on the disc and whizzed along the circular passage, the floor behind her quickly closed, and the secret room returned to silence.

The City Lord's Mansion of Silvermoon City.

In the study, next to the antique desk, a middle-aged white-faced scholar sits upright and caresses the case file, writing with a pen in his right hand. Directly in front, a woman dressed in dark clothes fell to one knee.

"Silver Phoenix!" After the white-faced scholar finished writing, he raised his head and shouted in a low voice.

"The subordinates are here!" The dark-clad woman raised her head and quickly lowered it.

"Is what Silver Leaf City said true?" A white-faced scholar, caressing the ink with his hand.

"Return to the city lord, and your subordinates will guarantee their lives." The dark-clothed woman named Yinfeng raised her head, revealing a stubborn gaze.

"Get up, I believe you, but there are many strange things in this matter, you have to be cautious." The white-faced scholar pondered for a moment, then turned around and helped the woman up.

"Subordinates remember!" Yinfeng got up and stood beside the Mansion Lord.

"Go down, don't let Katie know about this." The white-faced scholar sat back in his chair, folded the letter with his hand, put it in a blue envelope, sealed the envelope with red beeswax, stamped it with the seal of the city lord, and got up and handed it to Yinfeng.

"Subordinates retire" Yinfeng took the letter, slowly took two steps back, walked out of the study, and disappeared into the darkness.

In the study, the city lord groaned, paced slowly, walked to the bookshelf on the left, stretched out his hand to the rockery, and pulled the mechanism. The floor squeaked slightly, revealing a hole more than 2 meters high that could only be walked by one person. The lord of the city walked down with his feet raised, and the garnet light came on and stretched out into the distance.

Fort Watch, the 3rd Wing of the Federation Interstellar Fleet, the 1st Cavalry Battalion.

"Water, water, water," the man in the simple tent who was bandaged like a rice dumpling shouted in a low voice. "Warrior, you're awake" Hulala, several faces instantly surrounded him, some of them were covered with wounds, wrapped in thick gauze, and some were on crutches with their hands. "Go away, go away, don't get in the way, the sick number needs to rest" The head nurse in a field nurse's uniform gently scolded these "obstructors".

"Warrior, this is water, come and drink it slowly". The head nurse gently lifted the man up and squeezed the water into the man's dry mouth. The man was a little anxious to drink, cough cough, and choked twice. Under the gentle patting of the head nurse on the back, he fell into a deep sleep again.

"Stay away, go and rest, don't disturb him," said the head nurse, putting away the hose and turning to the wounded soldiers.

"Okay, big sister." "Got it, big sister". "It's okay, head nurse". "Let's go outside, let's talk". The wounded soldiers helped each other out of their tents.

"Brother's unit" a corporal with a cocoa stick, gauze wrapped around his head, and a crippled right eye stabbed in the arm to walk in front, and a leg missing on crutches.

"I'm from the missile base battalion," the sergeant turned around, a smile on his dry, bloodshot lips.

"Your logistics are so miserable." A one-armed sergeant squeezed next to him.

"We are all lucky, these few times, the entire battalion is gone." The sergeant, on crutches, looked at the charred ground and struck a stone in the middle of the fly path with his crutches.

"The few who can survive and withdraw are all our supplies, and all those on the front line are dead." The sergeant, whose eyes had been blown away in the distance, whimpered.

"Brother, don't be sad," Sergeant One-Armed Man, shaking from his ragged coat pocket, pulling out half of the cigarette that had been blown in two. The smaller one took a sip and handed it to the sergeant, and the larger one was put back in his pocket.

"Yes, this time the Demon Legion invaded without warning, the radar, communications departments were all assassinated, the front-line commander was sniped, the entire battleship was shot down, the defense mage was brutally killed, the defense line was constantly broken through, and the rear defense troops suffered heavy losses in unknown battle conditions." Several soldiers whispered outside, and the man wrapped in rice dumplings inside the tent closed his eyes in pain.