At 9:00 p.m. Silver City Time, Dr3717-04-10, just as Tie Zha and the others were sailing into Theater 58, two men were chatting while drinking wine on a large battleship that was completely silver grey and painted with birds and wreaths near Elk City.

This was the living room on the ship. The decoration was extremely luxurious, with a large number of crystals embedded on the top. The lights came out from inside, and it was extremely gorgeous.

One of the men was slender and indifferent. He wore a light gray robe with an iron skeleton cross hanging on his chest. He leaned against a mahogany bar counter. The table shone brightly, reflecting his handsome face. The other man was tall and sturdy, with a strong face and a mighty aura between his eyebrows. He had the temperament of a soldier.

The former was Matthew the Chosen One, the first in line to succeed the western noble Gresham Family, and the latter was Mason March, the captain of the sixth division of the Fifth Army of the Dawn Expeditionary Army.

“I’m sorry, Young Master Matthew. I couldn’t get a spot to participate in the battle.” Mason said with a solemn expression and a bit of helplessness. The March Family was a subordinate noble of the Gresham Family, and Mason was promoted by them.

“Is it because of that kid called Hildebrand?” Matthew asked calmly.

“It’s him.” Mason nodded. In the past two years, the Temple Princess had promoted many rookies. Hildebrand Sujia was one of those newbies who were getting harder to deal with. They were incompatible with the interest groups formed by the expeditionary army over the years, and because of their special identities, they treated their officers well. Originally, things that could be easily manipulated had become extremely complicated because of their existence.

For example, this time, Marshal Dai had sent some knights from the Fifth Army to participate in the battle. Mason wanted to send his trusted aides to take care of his own forces on the battlefield, but Hildebrand interfered and directly ruined it.

“Is there any one of us in his squadron?” Matthew asked.

“Yes.” Mason said confidently.

Just as he was saying that, Matthew suddenly let go of his hand and the glass fell to the ground, shattering into pieces with a “pong” sound.

“This …” Mason’s expression changed as he hesitated. “The princess …”

“She went to meditate, and …” Matthew paused for a moment and said, “It was a clear signal that she chose to leave at this time.”

“Ah?” Mason frowned, puzzled.

Matthew smiled and asked, “Do you think a leader who has all the benefits will be respected?”

Mason shook his head.

“She is a smart person, so she naturally realizes that she has been too strong these past two years.” Matthew said slowly, “Take a step back. Even if she is the Pope, the Temple is not hers alone, so …”

“She made a concession.” Matthew poured another glass of wine and raised it to say, “But the premise is …” He looked at the captain meaningfully and said, “There’s no evidence.”

Mason nodded thoughtfully and drank the cup with Matthew.

At the same time, in the62nd theater, in the expeditionary army’s command tent, Hildebrand was chatting with his adjutant about the same thing.

“Boss, isn’t it too dangerous for you to come here now?” The adjutant asked worriedly. His name was Ling Fei. He came from a commoner family in the Far East. He was Hildebrand’s old companion from the Spartan Warriors to the expeditionary army.

Hildebrand laughed and said, “Don’t worry, it won’t be so easy to harm me.”

“But” Ling Fei hesitated.

“Ah Fei, the reason why we are able to reach this stage today and become a glorious Knight of Dawn is all because of the support of our brothers.” Hildebrand put his arm around the adjutant’s shoulder and said, “We can’t just go ashore and ignore our brothers who are still struggling in the water, can we?”

Although Hilbrand was born into a noble family, his father was only an old officer. He had lived a clean and honest life and had not saved much except for his injuries. When the Spartan Warriors were founded, he could be said to be poor. Under the circumstances of severe lack of funds and backward equipment, this group of people had actually forcefully fought their way out of the world and entered the vision of the upper class. Thus, they were appreciated by the Temple Princess. The sweat, blood, and tears were not words to describe.

However, within the Spartan Warriors, there were only three people who qualified to join the Dawn Expeditionary Army and become Templars. This time, Hilbrand applied to the Aurora Plane to participate in the battle. On the one hand, he wanted to make contributions and obtain greater achievements, adding a new glory to his father. On the other hand, he wanted to use the power in his hands to take care of his old comrades.

“Yes.” Ling Fei nodded forcefully.

“Has Barbarian and the others arrived yet?” Hildebrand asked.

“We’re all here. We’re stationed in the mercenary corps.” Ling Fei replied.

“Tell them to pay attention to their safety. Try not to cause any trouble. Wait patiently for news from me.”

“Yes!” With a “pa” sound, Ling Fei straightened his body and gave a military salute.

A few days later …

The cold extreme light shone on the snow, causing the entire world to be dyed with a layer of light blue. Occasionally, a cold wind blew past, sweeping away tiny ice residues and erasing all traces. Flipping through a snowy hill, one could see the endless tents below, like a dark green ocean. The soldiers walked through in twos and threes, occasionally shouting one or two times, breaking the silence of the snowy plains.

Snowflakes rose from afar, as if a convoy was coming. The patrolling soldiers only took a glance before continuing forward, not paying much attention.

Moments later, a convoy of sand trucks, locomotives and two container trucks slowly entered the camp.

The Black Pig King jumped out of the car and walked into a dark red tent painted with the words “Seventh Brigade of the Dark Jungle Guard”. The Military Command of the World Assembly has drawn a large number of garrison members from the dark jungle to maintain internal management during the war.

An officer wearing glasses received the information from the Black Pig King and looked at it carefully for a while before asking, “Are you a mercenary group of the Bug Transformation type?”

“Yes.” The Black Pig King replied expressionlessly.

“This is a war zone under the responsibility of the expeditionary army.” The officer reminded.

“We know.” “Then you guys …” “We’re here legally.”

“Alright, good luck.” After saying that, the officer in glasses stamped the application form and pointed to the west. “You guys go over there and find a place to stay.” Then he added, “The expeditionary army camp is to the east. In order to avoid any misunderstandings, you’d better not go there.”

“Thank you.” The Black Pig King took the form and got into the car, heading west.

Half an hour later, Tie Zha chose a lowland with a snow hill on its back and began to build the camp. Crossed angles were laid around the perimeter, then barbed wire was wrapped around it, followed by vehicles, individual tents and command tents.

After settling down, Tie Zha put on the Wilderness Knights in the assembly room and drove his motorcycle alone in the direction of the Nether River. The tiny ice dregs pounced on the motorcycle and the motorcycle armor, making a soft rustling sound.

Twenty minutes later, the sound of water came from ahead. Not long after, a great river appeared in his field of vision, as if it flowed out from the horizon, and then flowed away from the horizon. The sound of the water was deafening, and he could already feel the turbulent flow of water before he got close.

Tie Zha got off the carriage by the river and looked up. The river water was like a million galloping horses, chasing after each other, slapping high waves and surging forward. The strong wind whistled past, causing hair to dance. Layers of water vapor pounced on his face, bringing a trace of comfort to the icy cold, causing people to feel proud, and they couldn’t help but want to shout loudly.

Looking around, the river was vast and the other side could not be seen. According to the information he had read, the Aurora Nether River was incomparably wide. It was over a hundred kilometers wide and twenty to thirty kilometers narrow. Not only was the river flowing rapidly, it was also bottomless. It was impossible to build ordinary bridges.

Suspended bridges can only be made from large quantities of floating stones. However, because the cost was too high and they were easy targets for the enemy, they could only rely on aircraft to cross the river before the end of the war.

However, a power-armored warrior like Tie Zha could fly directly over. He patted his helmet, ignited the power furnace, and suddenly stopped. With a “menacing” sound, two crimson flames sprayed out. He turned into a meteor and flew towards the other side of the river. Wherever they passed, water rose into the sky, several meters tall.

Two minutes later, Tie Zha landed on the shore. Looking at the value on the eye shield, he found that 75% of the fuel was left.

After observing for a while, he did not see any traces of Elda. He was just about to turn around and leave when he noticed a slight movement in the snow a few meters away.

A translucent circular frame appeared on the protective glass cover, slowly moving as a line of small words appeared in front of him.

[Demon Scout Bee]

Tie Zha took a tentative step forward and the round frame immediately jumped. He immediately raised his arm and pulled the trigger.

“Bang!” The muzzle of the two barrels spat out a flame, and hundreds of scarlet steel balls shot towards the fan-shaped area in front of them.

A palm-sized bee responded and descended, emitting green smoke as it struggled desperately in the snow. Tie Zha walked forward and observed it for a moment. Its body was round and had three pairs of eyes on its head. As it struggled, it spat out a large amount of bright red liquid, like human blood.

When he saw it just now, its entire body was white, just like snow, so it was very difficult to detect it. However, as it struggled, it gradually became yellow and black, circles and circles that were very similar to hornets. It seemed that it had the ability to disguise and change color. This was one of the demon race’s scouting methods. The adepts among them would tame all kinds of insects, help them carry out scouts or attacks, and even send messages from a long distance.

There were two main types of spellcasters among the people of Elda. One was called adepts. They could draw various god-given totems, heal with primitive herbalism, tame insects, and seemed to have some kind of mysterious, long-range perception. Those who were proficient in totem drawing were called “great adepts”. Those who were proficient in herbal medicine were called “witch doctors”. Those who were proficient in domesticating insects were called “bug adepts”. They usually distinguished their identities by their robes. For example, the Magus that the Cast Fire Hammer had found was wearing a thin, ragged robe made of flower cloth. He was the lowest-grade “Flower-cloak Magus”.

The other type is called “curse mages”. They can convert the psionic energy in their bodies into magical energy and release energy waves with offensive, defensive, or auxiliary abilities in a specific way. The most common ones were mental disturbance, energy protection, bloodthirsty fanaticism, magical energy missiles, and so on.

The number of curse mages was extremely rare, and they rarely appeared on the battlefield. It was said that only Elda people of noble descent could cultivate. Moreover, magic power would greatly affect their minds. If they overused it, they would easily go crazy.

From a macroscopic perspective, magic power belonged to another branch of psionic power. Because of this, the name of the demon race came into being. However, Saint realm experts in Elda generally regarded magic power as a ferocious beast. Only those who had no hope of advancing to Saint realm, or were born crazy, and possessed enough talent, would cultivate.