That Is Swearing Allegiance to My Dear

Although convenient, this thing is precisely because it's too convenient that every capable country, to guard against sneak attacks by the Imperial Guard, desperately researches measures to counter Teleportation Magic.

And Lyra is naturally one of them.

Because Lyra also possesses Demigods who can use Teleportation Magic, they developed a spatial fluctuation detection matrix System that can instantly discover all teleportation spells within their borders.

If Hela were to set the coordinates for Teleportation Magic within Lyra.

Then, the moment Hela stepped into Lyra, she would see another portal open opposite her.

And Lyra's elven Demigod's ugly face would appear before her. Then, while frantically denouncing all the evil deeds of humans, they would fight Hela until one side was completely dead.

Therefore, the plan Hela and Rhine chose was to first teleport to Lyra's border, and then use conventional means of travel to reach the ancient dragon's lair.

Lyra's border.

A desolate Gobi Desert, a pitch-black rift quietly opened.

Rhine and Hela walked out of the spatial rift.

In the blink of an eye, the scenery before Rhine's eyes had changed from the magnificent Imperial Palace to a barren, dried-up wilderness where birds wouldn't even defecate.

Hela glanced at Rhine with concern.

To traverse space with a mortal body is an extremely dangerous matter. Even with Hela's full protection, it would still bring a great physical burden to the Prince.

However, Rhine appeared to be in normal spirits, very calm.

The pressure of traversing space did not cause him any discomfort; it seemed... he was already used to it.

It seems, just as His Highness the Prince said, he clearly has experience with spatial teleportation.

But, hmm...

Wait?

Suddenly, Hela noticed that after Rhine emerged from the spatial rift—did His Highness Rhine seem to have acquired something in his hand?

It was a glistening, bloated worm, its body mineralized, shimmering with a captivating radiance that, upon seeing it, felt like gazing into the vast expanse of the starry sky.

Hela became a little nervous.

The scientific name for this thing is Dimension Parasite.

They are the lowest-level collectors between dimensional rifts, but even these little guys, harmless in their own world, would become a terrifying nightmare once they arrived in the mortal world!

Hela subconsciously took a step back: "Your Highness! Be careful with what you have in your hand. If these little guys react with mortal substances—"

Rhine: "Mm, I know."

Rhine nodded.

The Prince seemed to understand Hela's words, and yet he didn't.

He did hear Hela's warning and immediately dropped the worm.

However, Rhine did not put the worm back into the spatial rift. Instead, he raised the gem-like mineral worm high into the air and then threw it with all his might!

The struggling worm regained its freedom. It laboriously dragged its plump body to climb in the air... after flying a certain distance, it ultimately succumbed to gravity.

The worm traced a high arc in the air, then landed—BOOM!!

Finally, a brilliant light erupted in the distant Gobi Desert, accompanied by violent tremors in the ground. A massive mushroom cloud slowly bloomed where the dimensional worm landed!

If these little guys react with mortal substances.

Hela: "They'll blow us up so bad our own mothers wouldn't recognize us..."

Hela watched the mushroom cloud rising and rumbling in the distance—fortunately, it wasn't within Lyra's national borders.

Then there was no problem.

Hela remained emotionally stable about this.

There was something that Hela was now a bit embarrassed to mention...

Actually, bringing dimensional creatures back to the mortal world and watching them self-destruct for the 'boom' was a favorite pastime of Hela's during her childhood.

"It didn't blow us up anyway."

Hela shrugged: "Let's go!"

The most artistic race in the mortal world.

Lyra's border, an extremely crude, small mobile city, like a shapeless, ugly building block haphazardly pieced together by some idiotic child, waddled across the desolate ancient battlefield with a bulging belly.

This ugly creation was driven by sixteen pairs of rusty mechanical limbs and eight large thrusters arranged side-by-side like madmen at the rear.

It let out a deafening roar, advancing recklessly with the appearance of collapsing at any moment, shedding broken parts along the way.

This mobile city belonged to an Orc tribe.

This mobile city also had a resounding name, "Spring Breeze and First Love".1

Yes, The moment the Orc chieftain saw this mobile city for the first time, he bestowed this poetic and beautiful name upon his beloved ship.

He declared that this unnamable monstrosity was just like his first love!

Also, according to unofficial sources, The chieftain has never been in love.

As perhaps the most artistic and creative race on this continent, unrecognized as they may be, when this wandering Orc tribe dug out this already riddled behemoth from around the ancient dragon's lair in the northern frozen lands of Lyra, they modified it to an extent that would make its original engineers rise from their graves to complain, in order to make the machinery operational again.1

Subsequently, the "Spring Breeze and First Love" became the Orcs' reliable partner for murder, arson, rape, and plunder. Riding this powerful mechanical behemoth, the Orcs rampaged across the desolate borderlands.4

In the command bridge, Orc technicians frantically worked the control console, desperately trying to keep this chaotic, ugly, and dilapidated machine running.

More than half of the dashboard readings were in the red and blaring alarms.

"Hmm, running normally!!"

But suddenly, a young technician sitting in the corner received an abnormal communication.

After decrypting the message, the young technician's face immediately changed:2

"Chieftain!!"

The young technician shouted at the largest Orc on the bridge, "The tribe we've been trading with just got wiped out!!"

"Roar?!"

The Orc chieftain, clad in tattered Mithril Armor, had eyes like torches. "Who did it!"

"I don't know!!"

This was precisely why the rookie technician was panicking. "That tribe... they were bombed by something incredibly powerful and vanished in an instant!"4

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire bridge erupted in commotion.

And the chieftain's eyes lit up.

This was understandable.

After all, that Orc tribe to the north was not far from them!

And the powerful enemy that annihilated an Orc base in an instant might also be right in front of them!

But the good news was, the northern frozen lands of Lyra were not on the "Spring Breeze and First Love's" route. Although they were relatively close, as long as they took evasive action promptly, it wouldn't be a major problem!

However, when the young technician presented his plan to the chieftain.

The chieftain shook his head:

"No! I'm changing course!"

The coordinates were precisely to the tribe that had just been destroyed.

"Huh?"

The young technician was stunned.

Of course, This fledgling, who grew up with a scattered Orc group, naturally couldn't understand the foresight of a traditional Orc chieftain.

In the north, there was a powerful enemy, capable of instantly destroying an Orc settlement with a single blow.

But, Wasn't that even better!!

The Orc chieftain's voice boomed, thick and rough like a great bell, "Second Brother! Tell this Newcomer what I like the most!"

Another Orc replied, "This idiot likes to court death the most!"1

"Hahahahahahaha!!"

Amidst the Orc chieftain's roaring laughter, The "Spring Breeze and First Love" sharply turned, snapping three of its articulated limbs. Its rear rocket boosters roared to life, propelling the mobile city like a mad dog charging towards their prey.2

3. Descendant of the Moon God

The ancient dragon Obadiah's lair was located in the desolate frozen lands of northern Lyra.

It was the most barren and treacherous no-man's-land within Lyra, but at the same time, It was the most strategically safe region.

Demigods roaming various parts of the mortal realm could invade Lyra from any direction and slaughter the elves.

But never from the north.

Because there lay an ancient dragon's lair.

This so-called lair was not merely an ancient ruin that attracted scavengers; it was truly inhabited by an ancient dragon.

Obadiah, the candidate Dragon Princess of the desolate frozen lands, would repel any intruders who dared to enter her territory.

Deterred by the threat of ancient dragons, the Demigods generally did not invade Rheta from the north.

Rheta also knew that the ancient dragons had no interest in the ants living next door, so to save troops, they simply handed over the defense of the northern border to the perilous frozen lands.

And this, in the future, became the main reason for the rampant bandits and chaotic public order on the northern border.

Hela summoned a mount and took Rhine along to travel.

They rode until nightfall and arrived at a town, where Rhine suggested they rest there for a while.

Hela naturally had no objection to the innkeeper's suggestion.

This was an ordinary border town, so ordinary that few people could remember its name, but within this town, another name was thunderous throughout the entire northern frontier.

And here, was the most famous brothel in the border region—Miss Alice.

Upon entering the town, Rhine, without a word, headed straight for this famous attraction in Rheta's northern frontier.

Uh...

Hela followed behind Rhine, somewhat surprised.

Could this Prince be planning to spend money here?

This was too strange.

After all, right at Rhine's doorstep was the most renowned Pleasure District in all the mortal world, Dreamland.

Why would Your Highness patronize this remote shop of questionable quality?

Or perhaps