When the magical ship Mighty Ocean Monster flew over the Flame Star as a king, its original inhabitants had no idea what fate would befall them.

The Witch King Malik predicted that the inhabitants of this world would live on the border between morning and dusk, because the temperature in that area was more suitable for life.

He couldn't have been more wrong.

The inhabitants of the Flame Star are much more widespread than the Witch King had expected. But on the other hand, he was right, because the inhabitants were lifeless.

Locked by the Dark Sun tide, the Flame Star is always facing the Sun on one side and in eternal darkness on the other. This special environment makes it a paradise for countless undead creatures.

On the dark side of this world, countless ghosts, bound spirits, and corpses reside here. Skeletons and zombies roam aimlessly, and some powerful lichs sleep in dark corners, hiding from their enemies in the realms.

No one knows how these undead came to settle here, perhaps some powerful Lich Lord chose to build a city here to hide from its enemies. Maybe it's because there used to be portals to the negative elemental planes in this world. It is even possible that it was once a living world, destroyed by the negative energy waves of Atops of the Dead Moon.

In short, when the Witch King's massive magical ship flew into the Flame Star's dawn and dusk line, all he saw were countless bones (and not human), various translucent ghosts, and gothic spiky towers.

Even from a distance of dozens of Palesans, the psychic warlock could feel strange magical fluctuations coming from the surface of the planet. There are no living creatures in this world, so the casters here use a very different spellcasting technique than Artas.

If it was Rajat, he would probably be interested in the new magic system, but Muhati was not. The magical power within him was not so much loyal to him as to the sleeping primordial warlock. Excessive energy in the study and operation of magic is in danger of awakening Rajat.

Due to the absence of wind erosion, countless craters dot the eternally dark side of this world, where the city of the alien undead is located. The cursed undead who withered by the ** of flesh and blood, they sneak through the deserted streets, fighting for a small piece of broken bones, desperately trying to satisfy their bewitched senses.

Crypts, labyrinths, burial pits, and pyramid-like structures are everywhere in the Necrometric City. The Gothic minaret pointing to the sky resembles the withered bones of a dead man, desperate for something. In these sickly, twisted, lifeless buildings. Ghouls and lichs are sleeping, and in coffins stacked like beehives, countless dead creatures are ready to fight the intruders who harass their dreams.

A massive blockhouse is located in the center of the city of the undead, which is called the Bastion of Salvation. Heavy stone walls and majestic decorations make up this formidable building. Its façade is covered with gargoyles with fangs and claws, while angel frescoes and hollow skulls are the main ornaments. A series of rock-cut corridors, large arches and majestic halls fill the room. They are topped by interlaced Gothic spires.

Even when viewed from the outside, this fortress of salvation is huge enough. But the part of the surface was just the tip of the iceberg, with intricate tunnels, death rows, potions, and ashrams spreading hundreds of feet deep beneath the fortress.

"Ready to switch thrusters," Witch King Malik commanded, licking his lips. Although the undead enemies entrenched in this world were somewhat unexpected to him, they were not enough to achieve the Cheng dù that worried him. "My loyal subordinates, get ready for a good show!"

At the Witch King's command, the Troll's main thrusters were turned off, and the huge, friendless magic ship now moved by inertia alone.

At the blazing core of the magical megaship, the fusion furnace began to operate at maximum capacity, and this energy was transferred to the three main thrusters at the bottom of the megaship.

These three thrusters, when adjusted to cluster jets, can bring great upward thrust to the giant ship itself. However, they can also be adjusted to a scatter spray pattern. In this case, the thrust they produce is only equivalent to the weight of the battleship, so as not to push the Giant Troll into the air. But the ground will be transformed into a veritable steel furnace under the scorching flames of the thrusters, and the nightmarish flames will burn away every enemy in its path.

This is the main weapon of this magical giant, and the Witch King calls it the Tianrong Cannon. When it is activated, the giant ship will become a messenger of sowing destruction, dragging the huge burning path unstoppably.

"The output path of the fusion furnace has been adjusted, start the countdown, three, two, one!"

With the report of a Templar, a surging flame of destruction fell from the sky, advancing slowly and unstoppably like a giant iron curtain, scorching the qiē that stood in its way.

For the first time in history, for the first time, light appeared on the side of the world with its back to the sun.

And this light is synonymous with the end of the world, and the flame that uses the fusion furnace as the energy output has the high temperature of a flame in the distant world. Under its erosion, both rocks and bones were burned and disintegrated, cracked, and finally melted and steamed.

The great ship that crossed the four palesan (twenty kilometers) moved slowly at an altitude of five hundred feet above the surface of the earth by inertia, leaving a long path of fire in its course. Any surface structure, whether it's the sleeping tombs of the undead or the streets crowded with ghouls and skeletons, turns red and blazing as soon as it is engulfed in the flames of the ship. Dust, rocks, and delicate columns melted and deformed like candles in the heat, flowing everywhere.

Since the giant ship does not advance very quickly, everything that is shrouded in flames will not be relieved as quickly. The undead, skeletons, Poda corpses, ghouls, all were vaporized by the flames. Even the ghosts floating in the air and the sleeping banshees in the crypts were not spared, and they were annihilated in pure light along with the surrounding buildings.

From the flames projected from the underside of the ship to the flames that broke away from the tail flames of the four palersans, every one of these great ships had to withstand the furnace-like one-third of an hourglass. When a tall, slender Gothic tower was incorporated by the flames that fell from the sky, it immediately began the process of disintegrating itself, and by the time the tail of the giant ship passed through the area, it had turned into an amorphous mass of magma, and it was no longer visible as it once was.

Everywhere the Trolls went, whether it was a city, an undead, or anything else, none survived. A fiery red-glowing, hundred-foot-deep ravine, was what was left of them.

"Satisfying results, isn't it. Sultan Malik pouted, "Such a beautiful scenery makes me can't help but have the urge to chant poetry** and have a full meal." ”

"Someone!" the Sultan waved his hand. "Something to eat. I'm going to eat while supervising the operation of the weapons system. Why don't you taste some, my master?"

"I don't want to eat in low gravity. Muhathir said. This world is much smaller than Atas, and although it is denser, the gravity is still a little weaker. "These undead don't seem to put up any resistance. ”

"They are also powerless to put up any resistance. "In order to serve the Witch King, the unworthy Templars on the bridge retreated, and the servants brought food on their overhead plates. Unexpectedly, when Sultan Malik built this magical ship, he didn't forget to build a few more galleys. “...... Most of them are just brainless monsters, and even if there are a few difficult ones, they can't threaten the magic ship in the air. ”

The psychic warlock playfully touched his chin, and the newly grown beard stubble was very prickly. For no apparent reason, he felt a pang of unease.

The giant ship moved on, and the massive fortress of salvation in the center of the city of the dead was also incorporated into the billowing flames that fell from the sky. The huge halls and columns, the Gothic gargoyles and spires were instantly scorched red by the heat.

Sleeping beneath the Fortress of Redemption, the Witchlord of the City of the Dead is awakened by a sudden disaster. His servants were on the verge of destruction, and the temple where he was hiding was crumbling. Flames erupted from the cracks in the rock bricks on the walls, and it seemed to burn brightly even when there was no air.

The long years have caused the lich's skeletal body to crumble and disintegrate and turn to dust. His remaining skull was embedded with expensive gems, and his hollow eye sockets glowed as sharp red as pinpricks. In the face of the powerful and unbelievable invader, the skull opened its mouth and let out a silent scream.

Sporadic resistance began to grow, and insignificant spells and arrows of negative energy rose from the ground, concentrating on the magical giant ship that reigned over everything. These attacks didn't leave any damage on the Troll, so everyone let their guard down.

The main part of the ground of the fortress of remorse had completely melted away, and the massive hull of the four palesans long and nearly a palesan wide enveloped the lich's lifebox chamber in the range of the ruined miè. This left the Lich Lord with no escape but to fight back in despair.

Muhati raised an eyebrow slightly, and he could feel some kind of incomprehensible magical fluctuation on the surface of the ground nearly a thousand feet below.

The Psychic Warlock instinctively manifests his abilities to spy on the life on the surface. His move was just in time for him to witness the Lich Lord's fatal blow.

In the face of the surging heavenly fire, the owner of this city of dead things used his full potential to prop up a huge flame-reflecting shield.

A spell of such a scale that is rare in the world that even a powerful Lich Lord cannot last long. Moments later, the heavenly fire descended again, destroying the vault filled with gems and skulls and the lord's hideout.

But this moment of flame reversal brought disastrous consequences to the magic giant ship flying above.

The incomparably hot fusion flame recoiled back into the thruster, and the huge core power chamber emitted an ominous sound of metal fatigue from the fusion furnace. Since the huge amount of energy could not be discharged down the line, the surging energy poured down the lines of the lower thruster into the fusion furnace. The accumulated heat suddenly exceeded the design limit of the core power room, and an indescribable earthquake instantly affected the entire Hongyang Troll.

The fusion furnace exploded!Muhadi immediately realized that he was still too careless, and the technology that had not yet been verified on Earth was rashly used on this giant magic ship. Now, the pass-through of this carelessness has emerged. Due to its own instability, the fusion furnace exploded during the first sea trial!

Although ninety-nine percent of the ship, including the core power room, was not filled with air, the sound traveled faster through the solid hull, and the Templars and servants on the bridge were shocked to the ground, and some of the frail maids were bleeding from their ears and noses.

"Everyone, plug your ears!" the witch king, who was eating a plate of noodles, was splashed with juice and seemed a little dazed and at a loss, so Muhadi gave a decisive order. The voice blessed by the spirit is both loud and majestic, and when people listen to it, they want to obey unconditionally.

Most of the people listened to the order, and then a second loud bang was heard. As a result of some preparation, few people were injured.

Sound travels faster in solids than in gases, the first explosion travels along the solid hull, and the second explosion travels along the solid to the habited area and then along the air. Muhadi thought of this when the explosion was just starting his life, so he was able to give the right order.

"Where's your time rewind scroll!" Muhati asked majestically, grabbing the Witch King's collar and grabbing his bulky body.

"Just now, the scroll keeper retreated in order to serve the food!

"Then you keep the crew safe, and I'll repair the Fusion Furnace!" Muhati shouted, then concentrating on his abilities and teleporting himself to the core power room.

One of the three huge fusion furnaces exploded, and the fusion reaction lost control, and the flame intensity of the bottom thruster and tail thruster increased exponentially, completely engulfing the city of dead on the Flame Star and pushing the Hongyang Troll away from the sky above this world.

A third of the blasphemous mages who were in the core power room were vaporized and vaporized at the moment of the explosion, and the rest were at a loss, not knowing how to deal with such a strict accident.

Muhadi felt that he had gained a lot of weight, due to the thrusters operating at normal power, which gave the giant ship a high degree of gain.

The telemancer stared at the dazzling light and the fragments of the fusion furnace flying around, and apparently stopped the flow of time, and used his ability to manipulate the fragments one by one to gather them one by one, and put them back in place. Then, he used his ability again to bring the outer wall of the fusion furnace destroyed by the explosion back to what it had been some time ago, and time flowed again.

This is only the first step in repairing the stellarumer, and inside the fusion furnace, the fusion reaction is still going out of control. Outputs a huge amount of energy designed to endurance, and the explosion can recur at any time. The three bottom thrusters and the three tail thrusters are still operating under load, and the gravity continues to increase.

Muhadi calmed himself and unleashed all the power of the Psychic Warlock, gradually controlling the raging fusion reaction and keeping it within the limits of what he could endure. Then, he teleported himself again and began repairing the thruster wiring that had been damaged by the excess energy. It took him a lot of time to do this, as the size of the Troll was simply too large.

Eventually, the gravity waned until it was almost imperceptible, and the magic giant seemed to be no longer in charge. All six thrusters have been repaired, and the fusion furnace has been re-contained.

The Psychic Warlock teleported himself back to the bridge, and from the fluctuations of his thoughts he could feel, the Witch King did a good job, almost no one died, and all the followers who had boarded the ship with him were fine.

"It looks like we're out of danger. The Psychic Warlock who returned to the bridge said to the Witch King. "The purpose of this trial voyage has been achieved, let's go back to Artas. ”

The Witch King's face was pale, as if he had swallowed a plate of dead maggots. He looked at the Psychic Warlock and said in a resigned tone, "I'm afraid we're not out of danger yet. ”

"What's going on?!" Muhadi questioned.

"Just now, the thruster lost control, and the ship's operating attitude could not be adjusted. The witch king wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to Muhadi. "In a very short period of time, we have left the gravitational circle of the Flame Star. ”

"What's wrong with that?"

"We were captured by the gravity of the sun. Sultan Malik said bitterly.

The Psychic Warlock was speechless for a moment, and then he said. "Activate the main thrusters! Take us out of the sun's gravity trap!"

"I'm afraid it's impossible," a Templar reported with trepidation. "The Flame Star is already extremely close to the Dark Sun, and we are now closer to the Sun. Due to the damage we have just received, the main thruster is not able to reach its maximum output and operate at its current level, unable to directly fight the gravitational pull of the sun to take us away. ”

"We're going to fall into the sun?!" Muhadi asked as he approached the Templar, imposingly.

The situation is really bad now, maybe the magic of the Witch King or the Primordial Warlock level can teleport back to Atas, but this magic ship, and the hope of immigrating to another world that it carries, will no longer exist.

"If we don't do something about it. The Templar replied nervously.

"My psionic ability can sense that you have something to say," Muhadi said. "Then speak up!" he raised his voice. The Templar glanced at the Witch King with imperceptible eyes, and when he saw that the other man had no approval or objection, he finally spoke.

"If we simply use thrusters against the gravity of the dark sun, then we will eventually fall to the sun. The Templar said. "But if we add it with a thruster, there may be a glimmer of life. ”

Muhati tilted his head, "Explain your idea carefully!"

"We can add thrusters!" the Templar said. "If it succeeds, we will pass by the sun like a comet. ”

There is some credibility to this building, al-Muhadi thought, like a ship that has fallen into a maelstrom, and if it only fights the suction of the maelstrom, it may not be able to escape. If you add it in the direction of rotation, it may come out at the edge of the whirlpool. “

"I can sense some apprehension in your mind, go on, what's wrong with this plan?" Muhati then asked the Templar.

"The problem is that when we add it, it's going to be very close to the sun. The Templar said nervously. "Very closely, the heat will melt part of the hull, and the gravitational pull of the dark sun will become so strong that it will be far greater than Attas. ”

"Is there any other way we can do it?" asked the Psychic Warlock.

"No more. ”

"Then do it. ”

With the permission of the Witch King, the Templars adjusted the propulsion mode of the magical megaship. Now, tens of thousands of feet of surging tail flames erupted from the thrusters in its tail, further increasing its already high level.

The sun's gravity also grabbed the great immigrant ship and pulled it towards itself. If the Templars' calculations were correct, the ship's degree would increase, and the distance to the dark sun would continue to decrease until perihelion was reached. At that time, the spacecraft will begin to decrease in degree, and the distance from the sun will begin to increase, and if it follows the line, it will be able to escape from the gravitational vortex of the dark sun.

Everyone in this ship clings to the objects around them and fixes themselves. No one dared to act rashly, and Fatoumah, Fahd, and Aisha tried to visit Muhdi on the bridge, but the Templars politely but firmly refused.

The distance from the dark sun is five million palersan, half the distance from the flame star to the dark sun, and the luminosity is two hundred times that of the atas, and the degree is more than eighty palesan per second.

If someone were to stand on the deck of the Giant Monster and look up at this time, it would be clear that the dark sun had already taken up eighty percent of the sky. The dark red sun seemed to be full of tyranny from a close distance, and there were black spots everywhere that rose and fell. Intense light poured unobstructed on the hull of the giant ship, and even the enchanted enhanced adamantite was unbearable.

"The ship will melt, we're too close to the sun!" said the Witch King, sweating profusely, ripped off his collar.

"It won't. Muhadi shook his head.

The huge magic ship is constantly climbing, and even with spells that are constant and resistant to elemental damage, the temperature in the living area is rising dramatically. Some of the protrusions on the outside of the Giant Troll had begun to melt, turning into bright silver droplets of metal, clinging to the surface of the giant ship.

The structural stress brought by the high caused an unnatural distortion of the entire ship's hull, and the Witch King's face was gray, "This ship can't support it!"

"It's going to hold up. You go outside and hold up an elemental shield to keep out the sun!" the telemancer gave orders to the master of Ankara City.

"This ship has four palesans, and with such a large shield, it can drain the vitality of all the people on the ship in an instant!" Malik retorted with wide eyes.

"Remember who you are, apprentice!" Muhadi did not dare to show weakness at this moment, otherwise the other party would never obey his orders. "You can hold on. Don't think that thing you're hiding in the core power room can hide from me!"

"You said that the Mither can be nuclear, but it's just an imitation, and whether it can work properly is a question! Not to mention that this crystal wall system doesn't have a magic net!"

"Just connect it to the Fusion Furnace, and you can extract the energy you need to cast spells from the cores. The Psychic Warlock said. "You've been looking for a way to cast spells free of the life force, aren't you? that's the real reason you've been studying fusion reactions for years, eager to harness the power of the stars! ”

Malik Sultan squirmed his throat, as if trying to refute. But in the end, he chose to obey the order, bowed deeply, and teleported himself out of the bridge.

The Fusion Furnace activates the Pseudo-Mithic Core, and the Witch King passes it, casting a spell to create a huge shield that can obscure the entire magical ship. The temperature inside the bridge no longer rose, and the molten metal on the surface of the hull began to solidify again.

At a distance of a million palesans from the dark sun, seven times the radius of the sun, the light is a thousand times that of the Attas, and the degree has reached one hundred palesan per second.

After a long period of continuous support against heat and bright light, even the mighty Witch King became a little sluggish. Luckily, the pseudo-Mithic core was still working, and the repaired furnace didn't fail again. Unfortunately, the temperature on the outside of the magic ship has risen sharply by dozens of times.

We are passing through the coronal layer, and Muhadi recalls the knowledge of the Earth, the outermost layer of the star's atmosphere. In Earth's units of measurement, temperatures can reach millions of degrees.

Malik felt the sudden increase in the heat gushing out of the dark sun, and he almost couldn't support it, so he had to turn himself into a virtual state. His simulacrum clone was left on Atas and now had to cast all spells from his main body. The Witch King maintained the shield and used Wishing to summon the Fire Djinn to help him share the pressure.

The Dark Sun's gravitational pull had begun to work on the interior of the Troll, and everyone felt themselves pressed against the deck, almost breathless.

The Psychic Warlock focused on his gravity-altering abilities, somewhat canceling out some of the sun's gravitational pull so that people wouldn't be overwhelmed.

The dark sun seemed to have taken over the sky completely, and what an ugly tyrant, its surface was full of wriggling and tumbling flames, like a nightmare. Many dense spots flickered like grains of rice. And those huge black spots, which should be called sunspots in Earth's parlance, are huge whirlpools of red-hot gas. They are cooler than their surroundings, so they look a little darker.

The Troll flew past a sunspot wound, and after what seemed to be a long period of headless ordeal, the temperature outside the magic ship began to plummet again, giving the Witch King a chance to breathe.

The distance from the dark sun is 400,000 palersan, which is about three times the radius of the sun, and the light is 2,000 times that of the Attas, and the degree has reached 130 palesan per second.

At this time, the magic ship had already flown out of the sky above the sunspots, but the temperature around it was still abnormally dropping. Muhadi speculated that this was because they had already understood the coronal layer, and that the surface of the star - the chromosphere - was not too hot, and the temperature of the Earth's surface was only about 6,000 degrees.

At this point, the burden on the Witch King was greatly lightened, and the burden on Muhadi was correspondingly increased. The gravitational pull generated by the stars here is already about three times that of the gravity on the surface of Atas. If it weren't for the Psychic Warlock's ability to manipulate gravity, the entire Templar and others in the neighborhood would have been slumped on the ground, suffering from cerebral ischemia.

Eighty thousand Palesans from the dark sun, less than double the radius of the sun, the Giant Troll reached its perihelion. At this time, it was at its highest, reaching an insane one hundred and fifty palesan per second! It was also experiencing the strongest gravitational pull at this time, seven times more than the gravitational pull on Attas!

Without the psychic sorcerer's abilities, seven times the gravity of Atas would have crushed the strongest man to the ground and not be able to stand up, as if a hundred-pound man had been burdened with six hundred pounds. Weaker people can't even breathe under this weight, and their chests can't withstand such tremendous pressure.

It was the first time that Muhadi had used such a powerful psychic power. He must have stepped into the ranks of legendary psionics, not even much worse than the Witch King, the Psychic Warlock thought. He skillfully manipulated his abilities to help the crew of the ship resist the constant force of gravity.

On the deck of the great ship, the Witch King confronted the terrifying countenance of the dark sun.

Magic can do anything, it's a saying on Attas. In retrospect, it seems to be correct. Although the light of the dark sun had become condensed and sharp like a solid entity by this time, Malik Sultan's shield barely wavered. Only a few leaks were outside the shroud, and the ship was like a class of inconsequential parts that melted in the heat.

Due to the extremely fast degree, the time for the Hongyang Troll to pass through the perihelion is also extremely short. Muhadi believes that if he only needs to hold on for a few more moments, the most difficult moment will be over. His guess seemed to be correct, and the gravitational pull of the magic greatsword began to decrease after reaching a peak, and they took a course away from the dark sun, and they managed to escape the gravity trap without being captured by the sun.

The Psychic Warlock let out a long sigh of relief, and just as he was about to celebrate his success, the mutation reborn.

In the blazing and furious heart of the dark sun, a weather phenomenon peculiar to the stars is brewing. Just as the Troll was moving away from the sun, it delivered its final blow.

A huge sun exploded from the surface of the dark sun, and a huge arch of hot gas was blown from the surface of the sun to a height of 100,000 palesans, just in time to swallow the escaping magic giant.

The solar material is made up of red-hot matter from the core of the Dark Sun, so from this perspective, the Giant Troll can be said to be sailing inside the star at the moment!

The temperature, which had already dropped slightly, began to rise sharply again. Sultan Malik had just breathed a sigh of relief, but now that he was facing a situation that had never been more difficult than ever.

The Witch King could escape, but after much deliberation, he was still unwilling to give up the great ship he had painstakingly built. Malik Sultan squandered his magical power without reservation, increasing his shield infinitely to resist the sudden heat.

After navigating the matter inside the Dark Sun for about a tenth of an hourglass hour, the rising Sun broke away from the Troll.

The giant magic ship, which was finally out of danger, solemnly sailed slowly under the arch formed by the hot stellar gas, getting farther and farther away from the dark day. For the first time since Lyra removed human emotion, Muhati felt a little satisfied, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

Maybe he is more emotional than he used to be, is that good or bad?, he asked himself.

Finally out of the dark sun, the Witch King returned to the bridge and sat down in a chair. "Hey, I've lost at least ten pounds on this trip. ”

"You're at least fifty pounds heavier than a normal person, and it's good for you to be lighter. Muhathir said.

"That's right, but I'd rather be fat than give up my pursuit of good food. The Witch King said with a sigh of relief. "Take us back to Athas!" he commanded the Templars.

"Your Majesty!" the Templar who had proposed the Sun-Skimming Flight stepped forward to report again. "I have a present, maybe your majesty xià you should know. ”

"Say," said the Witch King, tiredly. "But to be short. ”

"We have a new planet, a habitable world, a green world with an ocean, based on the results of the prophecy divination used by the blasphemer mages!" the Templar told the shocking truth.

"What? There is a world to immigrate to within this crystal wall, how did I observe it on Atas before?!" the Witch King was suspicious, clearly not believing the Templar report.

"That's right. The Templar bowed his head under the Witch King's gaze and stammered. "That world is in the same orbit as Attas, and even the revolution period is exactly the same as that of Attas. But it's on either side of the dark sun, so we haven't been able to show up in that world!"

"Now, because of the sun-skimming voyage, we are in this position, there is no dark sun to obstruct, so we can observe there. The Templar finished his sentence.

The Witch King took a moment to digest the explosive news, "Let me observe there too." He closed his eyes and cast a spell, "Well, yes, there is indeed such a world, there are greenery, there are oceans...... It's amazing!"

A planet the same size as Attas, but with a much milder climate, had always been in the same crystal wall system as Attas. It's just that Atas and this planet happen to be at opposite ends of the same circular orbit, and the middle is obscured by the dark sun, so neither of them shows each other.

Further observations show that the planet has a large ocean that occupies most of its surface. In addition to the blue ocean, most of the remaining six places are covered by green forests.

Not only that, but the magic of prophecy also revealed that this world is inhabited by a large number of intelligent beings, no less than four billion!

It was the perfect colonization target, not only for the Templars and Witch Kings, but also for Muhati to share in the excitement.

"Fantastic, we go back to Attas. After the restoration is completed, start the colonization plan immediately!" the Witch King happily gave the order, and the fatigue caused by the sun-skimming flight seemed to be swept away.

"Wait, Your Majesty!" said the Templar again. "There are a large number of unidentified objects on our route back to Attas!"

In the vast black void, a huge Giss Yankee fleet has appeared day and night on the way back to Artas.

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P.S. The number of sun-skimming voyages is a rough estimate based on the data of the comet "Iketani-Seki", so you will automatically ignore it if there are loopholes.

The world of Mystara is coming.

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