The wizards of Sassard stared at the sizable fleet in a daze. Between the overgrown branches, silver warships reflected the sun's rays, sparkling with a clear radiance. That was the Kanaki's fleet. Among the Buga craftsmen, Kanaki's floating warships were one of the most advanced. Although the wizards of Sassard didn't want to admit it, they had to admit that the Tónigel's fleet was even more powerful than theirs.
This was what angered the wizards of Sassard and Vladimir The Great. They thought that William had betrayed the Buga.
"That's a fleet that the Kanaki helped the mortals build, and it's the only army in this fortress that poses a threat to us. That's why we can't invade this fortress from the sky." The leader of the wizards turned around, "Check if there's a forbidden zone for teleportation magic."
Soon, expressions of shock appeared on the faces of the adepts.
"There's no forbidden zone for teleportation?"
"These mortals …" The leader of the wizards couldn't help but laugh bitterly. But it was understandable. After all, in the mortal world, there were only a few wizards who could cast teleportation spells. Setting up a forbidden zone for teleportation would cost a lot, not to mention covering such a large area.
Mortals had their own way of thinking. Their way of fighting was very different from the wizards', so it was normal for them to think this way.
He pointed at a place, "We'll teleport to the middle of the branches first."
"Understood."
The light spirit had created a huge cavity in the interior of Valhalla. Countless branches extended from the tree walls, coiling around the bottom of the cavity like aerial roots. There, several dozen giant magic engines were rumbling all day long, converting the pure mana from the Magic Crystal ores and pouring it into the crystal tower in the center.
Above the cavity, a dazzling artificial sun was suspended. Countless light spots flew around the artificial sun, illuminating the interior of the cavity as bright as day.
Below the crystal tower, the light spirit Monica was talking to a blurry white figure.
"The energy efficiency of the slate is beyond our imagination. At this rate, the bottom layer of the network will be fully charged. However, you have only just gained consciousness. It will take some time for you to familiarize yourself with your body."
The figure slowly nodded. It seemed to be a young girl with long hair draped over her shoulders. She was wearing a green leaf robe, but her figure was blurry and shrouded in a white light.
"Do you want to check your body again? That's good as well. The faster you familiarize yourself with it, the faster you can make it move. Even though this is only Valhalla's initial form, from the moment you were born, it already possessed the embryonic form of that super fortress of the past. "
The girl slowly closed her eyes, but after a while, she suddenly opened them strangely.
"What happened?"
"I sense an unfamiliar intruder."
"Intruder?"
Monica was stunned.
"What kind of person is he?"
"They seem to be the Silver Folk, but their bloodline seems to have deteriorated greatly. I can feel the aura of a manager from them. They should be the descendants of the Observers."
"Oh, the Buga people." Monica thought for a moment and said, "The uninvited guys should be the people from Taraki. Can I take a look at them?"
The girl nodded.
After a while, Monica saw seven or eight gray-robed wizards appear in the light screen in front of her. They were in the nearby hills, drawing a magic circle on the ground. Even though the light spirit did not recognize the magic circle, it did not stop her from guessing that it was a teleportation circle.
"It really is these guys."
"Monica, I don't like these people. They are spying on me without my permission. They seem to want to teleport into my body. Can I refuse their teleportation request? "
"I don't like it either." Monica frowned. "Can you deal with them?"
"Yes."
"Oh, but wait." The light spirit suddenly thought of something. "No need to go through so much trouble. Send them to Area 41."
The girl thought for a while. Valhalla was like a body to her. However, Area 41 could only be regarded as a subsidiary building of this fortress and was not in her body.
She thought for a while before she remembered that place.
"Mr. Babu, please allow me to disturb you for a moment. Lady Monica asked me to send some intruders to you. Is that okay?"
The giant craftsman Babu was completing his meditation for the day. The cloud giants did not need to eat and rarely needed to sleep. Tiamat's network would automatically transmit energy to them. However, in the morning of the day, they would meditate and pray. Such religious rituals had been passed down for thousands of years and had long become a tradition in the blood of every cloud giant.
However, the girl's voice still made him look up. He replied gracefully, "Lady World Tree, it is the honor of the giants to be able to serve you. Those intruders, where are they?"
As soon as the gray-robed wizards stepped into the teleportation circle, the scenery in front of them blurred. However, what reappeared in their vision was not the tree hall in the middle of Valhalla, but an even more magnificent, classical marble palace full of classical beauty.
Every single one of the pillars that supported the vault was shockingly huge. They were so huge that one had to raise their heads to look at them. They were arranged one after another, densely packed together. The cloud patterns on the floor of the hall set off the floating clouds outside the rows of pillars. It was like a legendary temple in the clouds. Every piece of furniture in the hall set off the insignificance of the wizards.
The gray-robed wizards were completely stunned. This was the residence of the legendary giants. What kind of place did their teleportation spell bring them to?
However, they immediately understood.
A giant in a white robe with curly hair slowly walked out of the darkness and came to them. The giant had long, bright golden hair and eyes as blue as the sea. His clothes were as white as snow, and every crease seemed to be filled with golden threads. They sparkled under the sunlight. His bearing was graceful and noble, like an elegant statue.
This was not the legendary man-eating giant in the wilderness, nor was it the despicable and cruel descendant of the legendary giant gods. It was a real giant — a cloud giant.
The giant looked down at these tiny invaders.
"Buga people, Taraki people," the giant said one by one. His voice was like thunder, echoing in the hall. "Why did you come here with evil intentions? I can feel the depraved aura on you. Have the proud Silver Folk of the past also surrendered to the Twilight Dragon?"
The sorcerers were all stunned.
They looked at each other. After a while, the leading wizard replied with trepidation, "Sir, are you really a cloud giant?"
"I still remember the days when I fought alongside the Taraki people."
Barb closed his eyes and recalled.
"Ah!" The leading wizard seemed to have been struck by lightning. "You, you are the God of Craftsmen, Barb!"
"Yes, you are the descendant of Korakic. I feel the aura of the Arcane Realm's Law on you," Barb replied.
The leader of the wizards began to tremble. He replied cautiously, "That was my grandfather, my lord."
"Descendant of Korakic, your grandfather died in the Sixth War. He died together with a Crystal Cluster Lord. It was I who personally sent his bones back to Taraki," Barb replied. "Your grandfather's soul rose to the sky and turned into a star, watching the actions of his descendants. Did your choice today really let the heroic spirits of your ancestors rest in peace?"
The adepts fell silent.
"We are trapped by our mission, sir." The leading wizard replied. "Not every Taraki person supports the actions of Sir Wizard and Sir Vladimir The Great, but the Buga people have indeed fallen for a long time. The War Slate is very important to us. We need to rely on it to achieve our former glory."
"What is true glory, descendant of Korakic?" Barb replied. "Your grandfather's generation lost the Great Silver Library, but no one dared to say that they were despicable. When their souls were sublimated in that war, they gained their own glory."
"What about you?"
The wizards stood there looking at each other, not knowing how to refute.
"Tell me," Barb replied softly. "Descendant of Korakic, what is your choice?"
The wizards had no choice but to bow their heads. It was the Cloud Giant, the purest generation of the Metal People. It was also the God of Craftsmen, Barb. When he became famous, the Sixth War had not yet ended.
The eight wizards knelt on one knee one by one and put their hands on their chests. "We are willing to serve you, Sir Barb."
"Not for me," Barb shook his head. "You will serve the ruler of this world."
The wizards were slightly stunned, and their faces showed a stunned expression.
In the hollow hall of the middle layer of Valhalla, the roar of machinery was still there. Monica could not help but wrinkle her nose after hearing the description from the girl in front of her.
"They actually surrendered. What cowards." The Light Spirit was very dissatisfied. "If I knew this would happen, I would have rejected their teleportation request and thrown these despicable fellows into the turbulence of space."
The girl who had just gained consciousness did not understand why Monica was angry. She just tilted her head and looked at the scene with some confusion.
"Forget it." Monica suddenly flew up and circled around the crystal tower. "I knew Barb and the others would not do anything to the Buga people."
But at this moment, she suddenly felt a heat in her chest.
Monica's expression changed slightly. She hurriedly picked up a gemstone from the clothes woven by light. The dark red gemstone was the size of a human's little thumb, but the size of the Light Spirit's palm.
And at this moment, an obvious crack appeared on the gemstone.
Monica's face turned pale.
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