One enormous Floating Battleship after another swept across the sky like a canopy, their decks bristling with Armored Soldiers.
The First Prince of the Great Light Dynasty, Chu Hao, stood at the prow of the lead battleship. Clad in black armor, with five swords of different colors strapped to his back, he gazed at the distant land with a frosty expression.
Bai Yang's deeds in the Great Light Dynasty had not only left the country burdened with a crushing humiliation; they had nearly made the royal family too ashamed to show their faces.
The coming battle would not only wash away that disgrace, but also awe the world and make those who had been eyeing the Great Light Dynasty, hoping to take advantage of its severe losses, abandon the idea.
We must give this battle everything and make it count!
Chu Hao said to himself. His father, Chu Tianya, was not here at the moment, but news of everything that happened would reach him. If Chu Hao achieved something impressive and displayed the might of the Great Light Dynasty, he would earn favor in Chu Tianya's eyes.
In the entire Great Light Dynasty, the only person qualified to contend with him for the throne was the Ninth Prince, Chu Jiang. This battle was crucial. If Chu Hao outshone Chu Jiang, the throne would be all but his.
Chu Hao had never considered the possibility that they might fail to crush those three small countries. They had brought the imperial army, whose individual soldiers and weapons and equipment were leagues beyond those of the small countries. The two sides simply could not compare!
He turned his gaze to the right. Hundreds of miles away, Chu Jiang stood aboard another battleship, looking back at him. The brothers' eyes met, then parted.
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