"Won't you try?"
"No."
"What if it works?"
"I still have things to do, so I'll be leaving first."
Watching Celeste's departing back, Kyle reached up and rubbed his chin. After thinking for a moment, he ultimately gave up on that unrealistic idea.
After leaving the hall, Kyle flew toward the Floating Fleet Command, preparing to seek out Ignis, the commander-in-chief of the Floating Fleet, to discuss the specific details of deploying troops.
Although Lord had already designated the Third Floating Fleet, Fourth Floating Fleet, Seventh Floating Fleet, and Eighth Floating Fleet as the expeditionary forces supporting the Parambria Kingdom battlefield, they could not all go at once. Instead, they had to depart in batches.
Only in this way could this group of natives feel the greatest possible gratitude.
In the royal palace of the Parambria Kingdom, Damian sat on the throne, looking at the information sent back from the front lines, his expression frighteningly dark.
In the initial stage, he had relied on the element of surprise to catch the Kingdom of Skelly off guard.
Relying on his early advantage, in addition to an army of nearly two million, as long as he was given five years, he was confident he could digest six provinces, then turn the away field into a home field and gradually nibble away at the enemy.
But one crushing defeat had directly caused his plan to collapse.
By now, the scales of victory were tilting toward them.
The Kingdom of Skelly's overall national strength was greater than that of the Parambria Kingdom, and they were fighting on their own soil. With massive quantities of supplies and an ample population, it was enough to support them in producing troops continuously. It could be said that they held the right time, place, and people.
The Parambria