The next morning, after Orlando sent Hebrew off, he inspected Luohai Port City, then returned to Baimu Province to retake Baimu City.
On the deck of the Floating Battleship, Hebrew leaned over the railing, looking down at the earth and observing this unfamiliar land.
Kavir leaned nearby, his right hand gripping his Knight's Longsword as he went through his daily training.
Back when he was still underage, he had loved to play, and when it came to training, he would only put in effort under his father's watchful eye.
Now, however, he found that if he did not practice once a day, his whole body felt somewhat uncomfortable.
"General Hebrew, lord Kavir, we expect to arrive at Okla City in half an hour," a Low-rank Gold Spellcaster said as he came to the upper deck and reported.
"I know."
Hebrew waved a hand, signaling for him to leave. Then he summoned a Low-rank Gold Knight and ordered, "Pass down the order. Straighten up your uniforms and appearance. We'll be disembarking soon. If anyone embarrasses me, I guarantee he won't get thirty hours of sleep total over the next year."
"Yes, General."
Once the order was given, the more than forty-five hundred warriors on the other three Floating Battleships began to assemble, straightening one another's uniforms.
Before they knew it, half an hour quietly slipped by.
At the Floating Ship Port in Okla City's northern district, four Floating Battleships descended from the sky and docked at berths thirty-seven through forty.
The gangways dropped, and more than forty-five hundred warriors disembarked in orderly fashion under their officers' lead.
Not far away, a Low-rank Gold Warrior from the Qixing Legion's Third Battalion watched the troops forming ranks and was just feeling puzzled when he suddenly saw the person jumping down from the first