Chapter 264 Don’t be afraid, fellow countryman

In a province on the edge of the empire, the capital's star gate was transmitting a floating fleet. Outside the graceful and smooth hull, there was an emblem with a bright glow.

This is the fleet from Qinghui Territory.

Although the Empire's stargate system had been experiencing problems one after another, in order to provide assistance as quickly as possible, Westhead did not choose a more conservative and safe approach, but instead went straight into the stargate.

As expected, they encountered some minor troubles while traveling through the spirit world. They were hit by wave after wave of chaotic and turbulent spirit world currents. The fleet barely reached its destination in shock.

"Report the damage."

After leaving the stargate, Westhead on the bridge of the main ship said the first thing.

The subordinates quickly counted the results.

".Currently, only the cargo holds of two ships were damaged by the turbulence, and the rest of the warships only lost shield energy. The integrity is good."

"Well, almost no injuries, not bad."

Westhead nodded with satisfaction and said:
"Then keep moving forward and head to Twilight Territory as soon as possible. Do not fly through the airspace of Yonglan Country. Open the [Ceremony of Ascension] barrier and pass through the Chaos Realm to avoid conflict with the Yonglan people before reaching your destination."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The fleet began to slowly accelerate, and Westhead stood up from his seat and walked towards the French window in front of the bridge. In front of the window, there was already a figure with silver hair and dragon horns.

Part of her hair, as beautiful as molten silver, was draped over her shoulders, while the rest was tied into a high ponytail with a black hairband and hung down.

The beautiful and delicate face is like an opened fairy tale book, explaining what an impeccable and flawless appearance is.

The gorgeous and noble royal battle dress with furisode sleeves and shawl perfectly highlights the princess's amazingly developed figure.

There was an asymmetrical holy tree emblem on the front of her shirt, which was supported by her full and tall breasts without a single wrinkle. These two years were indeed the time when Reshia could grow the most.

Her feet were wearing long boots, and her round and slender legs were covered with black over-the-knee socks with gold edges, which formed an absolute area with the snow-white under the pleated skirt, complementing each other.

But the awe and majesty of dragon blood crushed the youth and tenderness of all girls.

Even though it is extremely beautiful, it is also an overwhelming beauty that is difficult for mortals to face.

"Will there be any problem if we pass through the Chaos Realm?"

When Westhead walked over to her, Leshia turned her head, and her gorgeous pale eyes reflected her lover's profile.

"It should be no problem. We have made some modifications to the battleship. A one- or two-day trip is not a big problem. The key is that we must march quickly. We are in a race against time and cannot afford to delay for even a minute."

Directly diving into the realm of chaos, this wild marching route is really unheard of. It is only because the warships of the Sky Kingdom have a unique barrier to resist the erosion of chaos, otherwise, if they walk on the ground, it would be a death march.

If Dusklight Territory had not already been confronting the Knights' army, Westhead would not have chosen to take such an extreme approach.

"Well, as long as Weiss thinks it's okay."

The silver-haired princess nodded and said.

Trust without hesitation, just as you have always done in the past.

After receiving Westhead's letter, without saying a word, Leshia brought all her elite troops and met up with Westhead halfway.

"I'm sorry, you finally have some free time, but I haven't been with you much yet, and you have to help me support Myvana."

Westhead was quite concerned about his lover who shared his T0-level talent with him. If his foundation had shares, then Leshia must be the original major shareholder, the one who injected a lot of start-up capital.

Qinghui Gong called it a love letter, but in fact it was a communication remote control of the handwritten order that had been used to control Resia for so long, using the joy of reunion and companionship to keep her hanging. But now it has not been fulfilled, and instead, she is asked to help Mivana.

Westhead was not sure about the relationship between Myvana and Leshia, but what was certain was that the two of them were definitely not harmonious. Even if one took a step back, they could be considered rivals in love.

Westhead asked Leshia to go with him for support, but he had to consider the feelings of the white-haired dragon lady.

"It's okay. I'm not disappointed."

Leixia took a step towards Westhead and rested her head on Westhead's shoulder:
"Because this is what Weiss has to do. In order to realize your ideals and ambitions, that guy is also necessary, isn't he?"

"I don't like Myvana, but I don't deny her feelings for you so I don't hate her."

She really made me cry to death.

Westhead was overjoyed. He hugged Leixia's slender waist, which was so thin that he could barely hold it in his hand. He looked into the dragon girl's eyes and saw the burning longing in her eyes:

"I will definitely work with you to accomplish the great cause that Weiss wants to accomplish. You are supposed to be the greatest and most noble, stronger than all the others."

It can be said that he and Leixia admire each other, and Westhead also admires Leixia's strong heart.

Even if the reason for the T0 talent is excluded, Westhead is willing to regard Leshia as his true lover, because the other party is a real strong person, and Lord Qinghui likes this.

"What we are facing may be the most powerful chivalry expedition of the Kingdom of Yonglan, but with your help, this little difficulty is nothing to be afraid of."

Westhead bent his head slightly and kissed Leixia on the cheek. The white-haired dragon girl's beautiful eyes, a mixture of purple and blue, immediately became misty and she began to hum softly.

In the next two days, the floating fleet rushed straight into the chaos realm. The warships continued to suffer from erosion and corruption. It was difficult to cleanse them with the [Rite of Ascension] alone. Westhead himself had to pull out [Shadow Life] and use the Flame of Extinction to clean up a batch of corrupt substances attached to the warships.

Fortunately, the fleet finally bypassed the Land of Yonglan without any danger and successfully arrived at the Territory of Mudeng.

"Is that the Twilight Territory?"

Westhead looked out the window at the land not far away and raised his eyebrows:

"It's just like what Myvana said. It really is a place of exile at the edge of the world."

The sky is almost always covered with thick gloom, with a faint silver mouse light, and the continuous rain falls silently. Adjacent to the Chaos Realm, the rain in the Dusk Lantern Territory is corrupt.

"Sir, where are we going to land?"

"Just find a piece of open space and build a base in Twilight Territory first. Set up a barrier at the same time. Although there may not be a war, we still have to be prepared."

The floating fleet continued to move forward, and after crossing one swamp and forest after another, it finally found the fields next to the town, and the fleet slowly descended.

The floating fleet that descended from the sky was obviously not what the orcs of Leader Mu Deng had expected. The towns and settlements below became panicked, and a group of orcs, who were facing a formidable enemy, even picked up bows and crossbows and swords for defense.

"This..." The navigator turned his head and glanced at Lord Qinghui, and said in embarrassment: "Your Majesty, do you want to continue the landing?"

"Go on, just tell the orcs in Twilight Territory why we're here. Myvana should have mentioned us to her fellow villagers. There won't be any conflict. We are the king's teachers!"

Westhead waved his hand.

When the warship landed, Westhead and his men disembarked. Facing the extremely nervous orc armed forces, Lord Qinghui opened his arms, showed a friendly smile, and said in Yonglan language:

"Don't be afraid, fellow countryman. Our troops, those led by Qinghui, are friendly forces."

The leading young orc listened to the not-very-authentic accent, looked at Westhead's dazed face, and said in a trance:

"Qinghui Ling"

"You must be Myvana's mating partner!"

The tall wolf-eared orc put away his weapon and came forward enthusiastically:

"I am Milburn, Miwana's clan brother. Miwana told us about you. You are Lord Qinghui, right?"

Hmm? Myvana, what did you tell your brothers and sisters?
"Ahem, yes, I am the reinforcement that Miwana Miwana mentioned."

Westhead immediately felt Leixia's subtle gaze on him, and immediately coughed twice and asked:
"But we can talk about small talk later. I heard about the critical situation here. Where is Myvana now?"

Milburn frowned and gritted his teeth and said, "She is now on the other side of the river. Myvana is in a very bad condition. She seems to be in the same situation as before."

"Is that so? Then the situation is quite critical."

It was almost the same as Westhead expected. The reason why Mivana went on such a rampage in Jinquan Territory must be that she was out of control and out of control. No one knew what stimulated her, but the outburst of [Cursed Blood] had to be stopped immediately without any delay.

"Bring my mount up, Leixia, we'll go ahead!"

Westhead decided to appease and bring back Myvana first, so he called the white-haired dragon lady and rode on the mount together.

A heavy motorcycle with beautiful lines and a red and silver paint job.

For extraordinary people, especially those at the legendary level, mounts are just flashy things. Basically, no creature can compare to the strength of the legendary level itself.
Even the path of knighthood never mentioned the need for a mount. Low-level knights might ride war horses, wolf mounts, griffins, and owl beasts, but once they were promoted to a higher level, they would abandon all impure things.

However, even if there is no mount that can increase your combat power, a means of transportation is sometimes indispensable. If you run wildly on the ground, it would be ungentlemanly.

I, Lord Qinghui, am a prominent figure, how can I be so poor?

So Westhead customized a Ghostfire motorcycle for himself as a means of transportation when he needed to travel in a hurry.

To put it bluntly, he just wanted to play some games.

"Leshia, hold my waist tight."

Westhead said to Reshia, and the silver-haired princess immediately did as she was told.

With his back pressed against the girl's, Westhead leaned forward in satisfaction.

He infused magic power into the side pipes of the heavy multi-purpose motorcycle, and the magic power filled by a legendary heavenly being immediately transformed into energy flowing through the entire structure.

"Buzzing—"

A huge engine noise resounded, and the rectangular nozzle and the engraved acceleration spell worked at the same time, bursting out a blue torch.

"Bam—"

It was so swift, as fast as lightning, that it could be used as a means of transportation by Westhead, so it must have been of top quality. The continuously accelerating motorcycle broke through layer after layer of sound barriers, was torn by the strong wind, its outline blurred, and it even flew in the air in a suspended posture.

At the boundary river where the dusk lights were shining, there was a drizzle beside the frozen river surface.

At this moment, a bloody orc figure was half-kneeling on the ground, his long purple-black hair wet by the rain hung down to the ground, the ends of which had been twisted into a withered gray. His furry ears and tail drooped weakly, and his whole body was trembling.

Where the market was supposed to be, only a messy and scattered ruin remained. In front of Mivana, the bright red bloodstains were particularly glaring on the snow. Not long ago, many knights' corpses were scattered here and there, and they were not collected until last night by the expeditionary force.

Not far from the boundary river, the vanguard of the Knights' Expeditionary Force has set up a camp. Mivana's figure can be seen from a high place. Under normal circumstances, the vanguard of the expeditionary force should build a forward base at the border of the Chaos Realm - namely, the Dusk Lantern Territory.

But because of the figure in front of the boundary river, the vanguard troops actually stopped and hesitated, not daring to move forward.

Oh, no, saying this really underestimates the bravery and fearlessness of the Yonglan people. In fact, even though they knew they could not defeat the orcs, and even though the vanguard army had issued an order to avoid fighting, there were still many hot-blooded knights who disobeyed military orders and came to challenge Myvana under the cover of night.

Then it turned into pieces. Under the sharp edge of the silver sword, even the Yonglan Knight with strange stats could not withstand a single blow.

“Hoo, hoo, hoo.”

The heavy breathing was not due to excessive fatigue. On the contrary, endless power was swelling in Myvana's body. The boiling blood was sizzling and steam was coming out of her snow-white skin. The coldness around her could not soothe the heat that penetrated deep into her bones.

She was trying hard to suppress the killing instinct in her body.

After realizing that her rampage was entering the countdown, Miss Knight came to the border of Twilight Territory without hesitation.

What he had done was likely to incur the wrath of the Yonglan Knights, and in order to punish them, it would definitely be a good decision to slaughter all the orcs in the Mudeng Territory.

Therefore, Myvana must stand alone at the border and bury all invading enemies.

This Mudengjie River is a natural barrier!

However, no matter how powerful she is, Mivana cannot continue like this. Not to mention that she is only facing the vanguard, the real main force of the expeditionary army, including the great knight, has not arrived yet. Even Mivana herself can't hold on any longer.

Her clear and rational consciousness became increasingly blurred. Mivana didn't even dare to close her eyes, for fear that once she woke up again, what she would see would be an unimaginable sea of ​​blood and corpses.

"Buzzing—"

The noisy sound rang in her ears again, as if some kind of war machine was in operation, which made Myvana extremely angry.

Can you please stop sending me these? I don't want to kill anymore!
Mivana bit her tongue and stood up shakily. The moment she picked up the silver sword, she suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Wait, this sound seems to come from behind?
"Myvana!"

As the familiar voice came, Myvana turned around and saw Westhead's figure.

(End of this chapter)