At one o'clock in the morning on January 1, Radiant Calendar 9800, three hundred kilometers north of the Holy Blood Papal State, above the open sea, the Third Floating Fleet hung in the air in battle formation.
On the deck of the Star Moon Floating Ship, Velin watched the distant outline of the continent, light flickering in his eyes.
"Maternal Grandfather, I'll have to trouble you."
Hearing this, Duke Moravia, who stood to the side, nodded slightly. Then he took out his Mage Scepter and began casting a large-scale Space Teleportation Spell.
The scepter tapped lightly against the ground. A silver-white magic array lit up without a sound.
Laws emerged from the void, coiling around the shaft of the scepter and flowing into the array patterns. Space began to tremble, and a hum rose from low to high.
Several kilometers ahead of the Star Moon Floating Ship, the air twisted, and the light snapped apart, revealing the gray-white emptiness behind it.
The rift slowly tore open, its edges uneven, like ripped cloth.
Law Power continued to pour in, and the rift expanded inch by inch.
In just a few minutes, it had stretched to nine kilometers long and three kilometers wide.
Over a thousand Soul Intent Tier Transcendents looked up at the huge fissure spanning the sky. No one spoke.
A spatial storm poured out of the rift, sweeping through the surrounding airspace.
Dozens of Floating Battleships tilted slightly. Their magical shields shone with light, blocking the force of the storm.
After completing the final spatial positioning, Duke Moravia withdrew his scepter. His expression remained normal, without the slightest sign of fatigue.
"Begin."
"Mm."
Velin nodded slightly, then used Thousand Man Thousand Voices to issue the order: "Advance. Target, the central hub of the Holy Blood Papal State."
The order