When Jiang Che ended the call, the morning light outside had just broken over the sea.
Shao Zheng's voice was weary, yet every word was enunciated with absolute clarity.
He had agreed. National resources would be prioritized for Flying Bird City.
The entire nation was betting on his victory!
Jiang Che put down his phone and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the stretch of sea on the horizon, dyed pale gold by the morning glow.
To be honest, he had not expected it to actually pass.
He had offered Dragon Country's higher-ups a way out. A decision that gambled the nation's fate would have been madness in any era.
Perhaps those old men were betting that every step he had taken from Bocheng to this day had not been a coincidence.
A few hours later, the first transport convoys began appearing on the freshly leveled wasteland outside Flying Bird City's port.
Azure wind tracks came whistling in from inland.
Every wind track carried mountains of magic crystal cores and all manner of cultivation resources, while silver-white spatial gates silently opened one after another above the wasteland.
High-level space mages from all over the country had been urgently mobilized to serve as transport nodes.
Even after exhausting nearly all their magic energy, they still gritted their teeth and maintained the teleportation channels.
Then, volunteer teams of civilian mages began appearing at the end of the highways.
Some drove modified magic-powered trucks, while others rode tamed flying demon beasts. Their carts were piled high with cultivation materials they had saved up for most of their lives.
From above.
Countless flows of people and goods from every direction converged around Flying Bird City, weaving an increasingly dense net across the North China Plain.
Jiang Che stood at the edge of the