Sideon Utter was in the prime of his life. He was tall and burly, and had grown up step by step during the war. He had entered Cape Town's political scene from a general, and his style of doing things was just as swift and decisive as ever, obviously the style of a soldier.
Even in private meetings at home, he would always wear heavy armor, seeming more like a professional warrior than a noble or domain lord.
In the early years, he was also known by the citizens as a battlefield hero, but in recent years, he appeared less and less in front of the citizens. He lived in seclusion and didn't seem to have much interest in power.
A city lord was rarely seen, and would only appear once every few months or even half a year. This continued for several years, so naturally many people had new ideas.
Even the city lord, who had a rather sensitive identity, was able to stir up trouble. Who knew how many local officials, local nobles, and tribal leaders had their own ideas.
And ever since the start of the thunderstorm season, he lived in seclusion and didn't even leave his residence. If it weren't for the fact that messengers would occasionally come in and out of the city lord's residence with various orders, many people would have suspected that something had happened.
But in reality, something had indeed happened, or perhaps it should be said that something had always happened …
"Thirty-six years of planning, just for this day to come."
Smoke and mist covered the outside world's vision. Actually, in this area that nobody cared about, there was a city within a city.
The underground tunnels had long since been hollowed out by machines and manpower. This was also the place with the greatest concentration of man-made thunderstones. The hollowed out ore veins and underground caverns were underground factories where machines roared.
Large amounts of ore flowed in and out of the underground tunnels, and a tremendous amount of electricity from thunderbolts was transformed into the power source for machines. During this period of rest where there were no thunderbolts, the industrial area had prepared a tremendous amount of manpower, ores, and materials. Now that thunderbolts were becoming more frequent, more electricity was being delivered, and naturally, more products were produced.
Under the enslavement of artisans, slaves, and machines, ores were turned into metal plates, which were then turned into turrets, tracks, armor plates, and so on. What would they become in the end? The heavy tanks, ballistas, and iron horses in the warehouses were probably the typical products.
And in the plaza, many large machines were being assembled. There were two types of products: floating airships and magic armor.
The production line for floating airships was quite long. The components that were assembled here still needed to be transported to a port area where there was no magic fog before they could be used.
Meanwhile, most of the magic armors here were finished products. There were even researchers analyzing them. What was strange was that not only were there horned Seymour people among the researchers, there were many other species as well............................... by....... by....
.... Stowaways?. or descenders?... .....
The people of Eich had already been here for several hundred years, and had experienced several generations of changes and reproduction. It was understandable that the descenders' thoughts would change, not to mention the stowaways who were willing to gamble with their lives in order to develop themselves. Although there was a high chance that they would die on the spot during the process of descending, their numbers were probably thousands or even tens of thousands of times more than the regular descenders.
. The more people there were, the more ideas there would naturally be. It was normal for some people to treat this place as their home. Some were even descendants of stowaways. Perhaps there were even mixed-blood Seymour people. It was also normal for Aishi knowledge to spread … but there was one thing that was quite abnormal.
The Seymour people of Cape Town had always been concealing their magical engineering advancements. This concealment wasn't only aimed at outsiders, but also at most local residents of Cape Town.
This was quite strange. What was the point of improving technology if it wasn't used to benefit the people? And, new technology research and products would require countless investments of money and resources. Just spending without taking into account the income would cause a mountain of gold to be spent sooner or later.
Using part of the new technology on the people would allow them to improve the technology and manufacturing process through practical experience. It would also allow them to recoup money, train talents, and create new technological advancements. This was a win-win situation. What reason would there be to refuse?
Actually, at this point, just the fact that there was a modern magical engineering army and equipment manufacturing industry hidden in the magic fog was enough to explain everything.
"This world belongs to us, the Seymour people. Outsiders are nothing more than shameless invaders."
"Resist the outsiders!"
"The outsiders' lies can't be trusted. Beneath their smiles, their goal is our land and wealth."
"The Ansorenne belongs to the Ansorenne. For the sake of our women and future generations not becoming the slaves of the outsiders, let us unite."
Similar slogans could be seen everywhere on the walls, on the railings in the plaza, and on the ceiling of the factories.
It would seem that the hidden war machine's true goal wasn't just the other Seymour people. Perhaps the other Seymour tribes that were currently fighting against the Seymour tribe were only temporary opponents. They were nothing more than stumbling blocks to the Seymour tribe's unification. The Lord of Cape Town viewed the outsiders as his greatest enemy.
Meanwhile, in the plaza, City Lord Sydeen was currently venting his anger at a group of black-clad individuals under a gigantic silver statue.
"… You … promised reinforcements … and … new technology … Information … has already been leaked. The Gods who deal with them … need … to … promise. "
Sydeen's angry roars echoed throughout the empty plaza. The guards who were on duty didn't even dare to listen.
The Evil God worshippers who had the "Eye of Wisdom" insignia on their heads were like children being reprimanded by their parents. They only dared to nod obediently.
Perhaps the old City Lord's words were problematic from the very beginning. There were indeed Evil God worshippers here, but perhaps the City Lord's relationship with the Evil God wasn't simply that of a superior and subordinate.
While the City Lord was reprimanding his allies for being unreliable, the Evil God worshippers in gray and black robes didn't stop. The gigantic magic formation they were drawing on the plaza began to emit a blinding purple light as the pattern was completed.
* Boom! *
The entire plaza began to tremble. Cracks began to appear on the ground of the plaza where the gigantic cyclopean pattern was drawn.
The ground of the plaza was like a shattered mirror. On the other side of the mirror, a gigantic object was violently ramming against the invisible dimensional wall.
Invisible but tangible purple tentacles were piercing through the cracks in the plaza.
The strange thing was that the city guards and guards didn't even look at them. It was as if they didn't notice the strange changes happening before them …
While Ansorenne's situation was subtly changing, in the Aishi Plane, Rorschach had been dealing with various tasks while waiting for reinforcements to arrive.
"Welcome, Miss Ariel. It's our honor to be able to receive the assistance of you and your battle squadron."
Yep, the reinforcements Rorschach had been waiting for all this time were the first to reach an agreement with their former enemy, the Mayrain Squadron, a mercenary group under the command of the silver elves.
This time, the Mayrain Squadron wasn't the only Mayrain Squadron and a single God.
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