Over the Pacific Ocean, a large transport aircraft flew at high altitude.
The transport aircraft had departed from the European Alliance, crossed the Atlantic Ocean, refueled twice in the United States, then crossed the Pacific, almost circling the globe.
There was no other choice. Central Asia was no longer safe.
This route was already the safest international route from the European Alliance to Great Xia Nation.
The cargo hold was packed with soldiers responsible for escorting the shipment, along with more than a dozen newly appointed diplomatic interns who had managed to squeeze their way aboard. Excitement mingled with worry on their youthful faces. Given the current situation, they might not be able to return home even once in several years after traveling thousands of miles to Great Xia Nation.
"Mr. Alvin, how is the situation in Great Xia Nation?" a young man asked.
Alvin, the Great Xia Nation envoy who had just returned to the European Alliance to report on his duties and was accompanying the interns, said, "It's all right!"
He fell silent for a moment before adding, "It's still relatively safe—safer than the European Alliance. You'll know once we arrive."
The situation in Great Xia Nation was far better than in the European Alliance. Society was, by and large, still stable there, unlike in the European Alliance, where not only did beacon fires flare everywhere, but surrenderist and antiwar sentiment was also rampant, with riots breaking out frequently.
The European Alliance had always possessed a strong religious atmosphere. There were always some idiots who thought the Savage God was just like the Lord they worshiped.
How could they possibly be the same?
The Lord loved all humanity. He was everywhere, all-powerful, all-knowing, and all-encompassing.
He had no desires or demands from humanity.
Even when He possessed something,