Chapter 618: 616: Lion Floating City, go to battle!
Inside the mysterious hall.
The thirteen seats around the huge mahogany round table were already full.
The great arcanists who were originally busy in various places were forcibly recalled, including the owner of the floating city, who was also pulled over from the location of the Core of Nesser.
They were obviously in a bad mood. A group of great academic arcanists did not like to hide their emotions, and their emotions were written on their faces.
However, as a great arcanist continued to report, his hoarse voice echoing in the empty hall made their faces even gloomier.
"On the 66th floor of the Abyss, the Lord of the Abyssal Hell, the notorious madwoman, Spider Queen Rose, was defeated..."
"The Lord of the 600th Floor, Baphomet, the Minotaur King of the Abyss, has been defeated..."
"On the 422nd floor, Yeenoghu, the King of the Abyssal Gnolls, was defeated..."
"Also, the Dark Maiden Eilistraee..."
"Korsechchi, the Lord of the 23rd Floor, Lord of the Frozen Wilds, Master of the Frost Giant Warriors and Frost Giant Mages.
Please note that this person is the one I specifically hired to deal with that person, but the result is obvious, he failed.
He lost a clone and forcefully ended the contract with me."
"The ruler of the 570th floor, the Succubus Queen Mecanthut..."
"Evil Dragon God Garrix..."
"The Wind Demon Lord, Pazuzu..."
"Dark Lord Graz'zt..."
"The last one is the ancient god of death, Jergal..."
In the empty hall, every time a name was spoken, the atmosphere became more oppressive.
Until the end, when even Lord Wu'an, the ancient god of death, appeared, a mental storm was brewing, intertwining and colliding in the void.
No one spoke in the entire hall for a long time, and all the great arcanists felt the invisible and huge pressure.
After an unknown amount of time, someone finally spoke up: "So, he really accomplished the feat of becoming the King of the Abyss while being a mortal?"
"This is obvious, there's no need to put pressure on us by stating it again."
"I just find it hard to believe. That's the throne of the king of the Abyss!!!"
"In other words, he must be the child of destiny who was born according to fate?"
"We should have realized this when Ignazio Rivera's 'Divine Reincarnation' failed."
“What you said, didn’t we realize it?
It’s not like we haven’t encountered the Children of Destiny before. Nestriel has conquered so many prime material planes, how many Children of Destiny has he encountered?
They, after all, are just pawns pushed forward by the universal consciousness of the plane. In the face of the absolute gap in strength, they are actually nothing great! "
"Then why did something go wrong this time? Was it because of your poor arrangements?"
"Isn't one Abyssal King enough?
The Lord of the Frost Giants isn't very famous, but that's because he's relatively low-key. In terms of strength, he's stronger than most Abyss Kings."
"Speaking of which, don't you find it strange? A child of destiny nurtured in the prime material plane can actually reach such a height?
The limit of the plane is there. There are only a limited number of monsters that can become the king of the abyss in the multiverse. Can one plane support them?
There's a limit to the ripples in space and time that fate can cause, right? "
“It is said that he has cultivated many sacred skills and relied on his sacred skills to build up his current strength.
Then I really want to know, how many hidden hands of great beings are gathered within him?"
"The question is, how does he maintain balance? Those fallen great beings are even crazier than the evil gods of the abyss in their quest for resurrection!"
"Is it possible that he is no longer himself?"
“But looking at what he did, it doesn’t seem like that!
The resurrected great being, freed from the constraints of the underworld, is always the madman among the madmen! "
If the hall was silent before, it was noisy now, with a group of great arcanists speaking one after another.
There are accusations, speculations, rebuttals, and analyses...
The arcanists' pursuit of truth reached its peak at this moment, and a group of people were arguing endlessly there.
Until Michael, the lord of the floating city who was sitting in the middle, suddenly slammed the table.
Bang!
A loud explosion silenced all the great arcanists, and Michael could only be heard raging, "Noisy, noisy, noisy, all you know is noise. How many years have you been doing this?
It's been so many years since we left Netheril, haven't you guys had enough of arguing?"
"What time is it now? At this critical moment of life and death, everyone still doesn't know how to unite. Do you all want to die in a foreign land?"
He said this harshly, but the arch-mages who lowered their heads all had mocking expressions on their faces.
In fact, if this group of great arcanists showed love and harmony among themselves, Michael would be the one who would be restless.
The first person on the left, the chubby chief of the Arcane Council, asked, "City Lord, what do you say we should do?"
Michael's expression became serious. He thought for a long time before saying, "First, check all the floating rings, maintain normal operation, and be prepared for a forced start."
"But if we leave, the divine catastrophe will not be able to be maintained. I'm afraid that the kingdom of God will have to be opened up at that time to allow the indigenous gods of Helka to return."
“It doesn’t matter. If that happens, those great beings from outside the plane will pounce on us like jackals and hyenas, buying us time.
However, this is a backup plan, and we have the final say on whether to fight or retreat."
"yes!"
"Also, release all the war weapons in stock. Now is not the time to be stingy."
"I'll take care of this!"
"Destruction-level war magic, always be prepared. When needed, don't be stingy with your magic energy reserves."
"yes!"
"Take out the remaining offerings as well. However, I'm afraid that few Abyss Kings and Hell Lords will be willing to come this time."
"Don't worry, there are always greedy people."
"Everyone else, join me in preparing the ultimate arcane technique. As long as we can complete it first, we still have a chance to overturn everything."
"Yes, sir!"
The order was given, and in just a moment, all the archmages left.
They were very busy before, and now they are even busier.
Only Michael, the lord of the floating city, was still sitting there, his head slightly lowered, lost in thought.
After a long while, a hoarse, murmurous voice rang out, and only he could hear it: "Don't push me, don't push me! If you really push me too far, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
"The Prime Material Plane is vast and boundless, but it is also as fragile as an egg, shattering at the slightest touch."
When he looked up again, the lord of the floating city, the practitioner of truth, had a sinister look on his face, and his eyes were flashing with madness.
…
Three days later, in the flower forest, in the Lion Manor.
St. John rushed into the study and shouted, "Loy, Loy, there's news from the church.
This is the eighth earthquake in the floating city today, and there have been twenty-one earthquakes in three consecutive days. According to the predictions of some old wizards in the church, the Arcane Council will definitely take big action.
Time, we are really running out of time!"
Luo Yi raised his head from the desk, looked at Saint John helplessly, and said, "I know, I know, I am preparing for it, right?
You've been watching me for so many days, so I'm taking a break?"
"This is a large-scale troop deployment, and the process is very complicated. You have to give me some time!"
"After all, I've been in the abyss before, and fought alongside you.
I know the complexity of war, the importance of logistics, and the consumption on the road.
Now, although there is a space portal, the throughput is limited."
At this point, he finally revealed his true intentions: "So, what I mean is that you can first send a group of vanguards to the Papal States through the portal in the Flower Territory, and then go to the Floating City through the portal in the Papal States.
Otherwise, even if you are fully prepared, you can't transport so many troops at once, and it's still a waste of time."
Luo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "Did the thousand-man guards I gave you encounter any resistance in the floating city?"
Saint John smiled bitterly, "I still can't hide it from you. They are actually quite fierce, with sufficient logistics and maintenance.
But, after all, there are too few people.
The Arcane Conference gathered a lot of legendary strongmen and colonial warriors to block the front, relying on the number of strong men to stop their charge.
I thought that if we had a few more magic legions like this, attacking from different directions, we could disperse their strength."
"You have a point."
Luo Yi nodded slowly, as if to acknowledge him, but then said, "But there's no need to go through so much trouble."
"But……"
St. John wanted to persuade him again, but there was a knock on the door, and old Hoover, with a head full of silver hair, walked in.
He bowed slightly and said, "Master, the troops and war supplies have been delivered and are ready to set off at any time."
"Thank you for your hard work. Let's make some arrangements. I should be leaving too."
"yes!"
Old Hoover turned and left, leaving St. John somewhat confused. He asked, "Where are we going?"
"I'll take you somewhere. Remember, keep your mouth shut. You're a cardinal of the church, and you can't be so ignorant!"
Although curious, Saint John retorted almost instinctively: "I've seen the true God descend to earth, and my Lord praised me for my ability to his face. What haven't I seen?!"
"Then let's go!"
…
Having said that, St. John was still quite curious.
Then, he followed Luo Yi and stepped onto the short-distance teleportation array arranged in the Mage Tower. In a blink of an eye, he found himself inside the station.
Thanks to the extensive railway system in Flower Territory, he was naturally familiar with the layout of the station. He could even tell through the windows on all four sides that this was Brussels East Station.
However, just when he was at a loss, he was led to a route he had never seen before and boarded a magic train at the ridiculous 'Platform Nine and Three Quarters'.
This train, with its streamlined design, bullet-like front, silver-white body, and carriages with magical temperature control, really amazed him.
What amazed him even more was that after he saw the train drive out, it directly broke into a rippling space door.
When he reappeared, he was already in a larger and more luxurious station.
The marble floor is mirror-clear, thick Roman columns support the huge dome, and the colorful glass reflects the sunlight so dazzlingly.
It was also from here that Saint John never closed his mouth.
He saw tall buildings rising from the ground like a jungle.
I saw neat streets, straight as if they could go to the end, and even more so, there was a clear distinction between the sidewalks and the road.
The green plants in the middle of the driveway are even more eye-catching.
At this time, the sidewalks were filled with a constant stream of soldiers, most of them fully armed, rushing everywhere.
On the road, there were tanks and transport vehicles, moving forward in an orderly manner with rumbling sounds.
What's even more outrageous is that there are timed traffic lights at that intersection, directing the traffic forward.
Every few sections, there are traffic police guarding and directing traffic!
Saint John swore that he had been to the capital of the Habsburg Empire, but even there, in the most prosperous streets, he had never seen such a modern city.
Luo Yi still underestimated the impact of Lion City, but what is the reality?
Sometimes when he looked out of the car, his eyes couldn't help but become briefly dazed.
He couldn't go back. Even with all this great power, he didn't think he could return to his hometown.
But in this world, the city that has been restored to its original form almost as if it were a replica of my memory seems to be a small comfort, right?!
At this moment, Saint John could no longer hold back: "Loy, my Lord Loy, where on earth is this place?"
"Haven't you noticed yet?" Luo Yi stamped his feet.
This reminder made Saint John's perception sharpen. In an instant, he raised his head in horror: "Are we hanging in the air?
No, no, no, no, it should be that this city is suspended in the air.
Although it was only a few dozen centimeters above the ground, it was truly separated from the earth.
So, this is also a floating city?"
By the end of his words, Saint John was trembling. He even denied it unconfidently: "But, how is this possible? How is this possible?"
"Why not?"
Luo Yi said: "The Helka plane is not without flying alchemical creations. For example, the Eiffel Tower of the Bonaparte Empire can float in the air. In history, there have also been ships flying in the clouds.
In terms of technical accumulation, it is not bad.
However, without sufficient mana supply, it would be impossible to create a floating city."
“But with the magic energy pool, both the energy storage and the instantaneous and continuous output of magic energy have met the requirements.
In other words, as long as there are enough mana pools, you can build a floating city."
"But, but, if that's the case, shouldn't there be a lot of wizard towers? Why don't I see any?"
"Who says a wizard's tower must be a spire? Everywhere you look, there are many wizard's towers mixed in."
"It's still possible? It's still possible?"
At this time, Luo Yi began to pour cold water on the idea. He said, "However, when this Lion City was first designed, it was actually a residential city, not intended to be used as a war base.
Later, the situation changed suddenly, so it was changed into a floating war fortress, but a lot of infrastructure had already been completed, so it had to be modified.
Coupled with the immaturity of technology and lack of experience, the gap compared to the floating city of the astral world of Netheril is actually huge.
So you can’t confuse the two.”
St. John asked, "How big is the specific gap?"
Luo Yi thought for a moment before saying, "It's at least the difference between a first-generation land war king and a fourth-generation one, a world of difference.
There is no way. Technology not only requires a large investment, but also time to mature.
Flower Territory's magical technology is developing rapidly, but it's impossible for you to catch up with Netheril's countless years of accumulation."
Saint John couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Coco smiled and said, "It's a little worse, but it still has the basic functions.
It's still possible to complete the landing by using this floating city."
As they were talking, they had already arrived at their destination, the Lion Castle in the center of the city.
The castle of the Raymond family, which had been ruined for many years, was recreated here. It is not only bigger and more luxurious, but also bears more important responsibilities.
This is also the core of the entire floating city.
After Roy and St. John got off the bus, they found someone to take St. John around.
And he still needs to deal with some of the most important things before the war.
…
The Lord's bedroom,
There was some silence, but the busyness never stopped.
Lilia personally helped Luo Yi take off his clothes, bathe him and change his clothes. Finally, she put on the brand new dark red gilded earl's clothes for him piece by piece.
Luo Yi clearly had a lot to say and explain. He had thought a lot before coming.
But at this moment, he seemed to be choked and couldn't say a word.
Although Lilia was busy, she always kept her head down and looked extremely depressed.
Only after everything was done did she try to look up. Her eyes were red, but she still smiled brightly: "The children and I will be waiting for you here."
Luo Yi hugged her tightly, and all he could say was just one sentence: "Don't worry, your man has become a great king from a mortal body.
No matter what enemy I am, they are nothing but chickens and dogs in front of me."
A simple sentence is the best heart-to-heart talk between husband and wife. The two left the bedroom and saw Klein in the living room next door.
Mira Greenman was with the little one, who was at an active age and seemed uneasy.
There was old Hoover, there was Maruna, there was Anger, there was Sik Francis, there was Lord Sik Cruz.
They are all veteran officials of the Flower Leader. They have accompanied Luo Yi all the way and have made great contributions.
There is also Oliveira, the Flame Sword Saint Otto, the Iron Knight Phil, and Ms. Palacios.
They followed Luo Yi in his battles and enjoyed the baptism of the origin. Each of them has become a legend.
The most valuable thing is that they have followed Luo Yi all the way and never left him.
Nowadays, there are many people under Luo Yi who are stronger than them, not too many, but in terms of trust, they are the most trustworthy.
Luo Yi looked at them, and after a moment's silence, he said, "Everyone, please help me guard the Flower Colour. Please!"
This sentence may seem plain, but it has a kind of meaning of 'entrusting an orphan to someone'.
Everyone's faces were tense and no one spoke.
A flash of lightning passed by, and Oliveira stood in front of Roy. His cheeks were still thin, and his eyes were indifferent but full of emotions.
"Chief, you should take me with you!"
Luo Yi patted his arm and said, “Teacher Oliveira, you know, in fact, only if you help me guard the house can I have no worries.
Really, please!"
Oliveira pursed his lips, unwilling to speak, while Roy waved his hand and said, "Let's go! Let's go! Let's go now!"
Luo Yi's order was given, but the living room was surprisingly quiet and no one was willing to move.
Until Lilia came out, she hugged Luo Yi again, then pulled Klein and left first.
After she left, the others came to Luo Yi one by one, bowed, and left one after another.
Only after everyone had left did Luo Yi flash to the window and look down.
From this angle, he could see Lilia leading everyone into the portal one after another and disappearing.
Taking a deep breath, Luo Yi turned around and took a step. With each step, all his romantic feelings and hesitation disappeared, leaving only the king who was decisive and ruthless, like a god.
He walked to the extended open-air balcony and looked down. Everywhere he looked, he saw fully armed guards.
They held weapons in hand, looked up and waited, and when they saw Luo Yi appear, they shouted loudly: "King! King! King!"
At this moment, Luo Yi felt a huge sense of accomplishment, which filled his body and even made him intoxicated.
Power is the best beauty for men. This statement is really true.
He raised his hand and clenched it. The uniform shouting disappeared, and only he spoke, his calm voice resounding throughout the floating city.
"Lion Floating City, go to battle!"
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
The roars seemed to provide infinite power, so much so that the entire earth was shaking and roaring...
No, that was not an illusion, the ground was actually shaking.
Under Luo Yi's command, Shenlan communicated with the tower spirit, and the tower spirit obtained authority to control the energy output of the magic energy pool.
Then, beneath the earth, the magic pattern on the floating ring suddenly shone brightly, generating a powerful repulsive force.
Then, the whole city rose higher and higher, little by little, until it was almost submerged in the clouds.
Driven by the power on both sides, it began to accelerate slowly, getting faster and faster until it disappeared at the end of the sky.
(End of this chapter)
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