The command center had long since been fitted with terminal equipment, with several encrypted communication terminals lined up along the walls.
A long, dark gray table stood in the center, its surface embedded with a receiving panel for a Projection Formation. Only four chairs were placed around it, for Yang Wenqing, Ao Yuan, Yan Li, and Luo Yu respectively, while everyone else waited nearby.
Yang Wenqing took the main seat and activated the Projection Formation within his identity token. Ao Yuan, Yan Li, and Luo Yu activated their own projection tokens at the same time. Four pale golden halos lit up from the tabletop simultaneously, drawing their consciousness into the same projection space.
The instant his vision shifted, Yang Wenqing was already standing in the familiar command hall at the port of Lower River Province.
A water screen unfolded before him, with a map marked with the Far Northern Seas and the northern blockade line occupying most of the wall.
Wei Chong stood directly beneath the water screen. Jian Cong stood to his right, while Wang Lu stood beside Jian Cong. Several staff officers were busy around the screen, each lowering their heads to work with terminal data. They occasionally looked up at the markings on the water screen before returning to their tasks.
When Wei Chong saw the four of them appear, he raised a hand and summoned them to the water screen.
"According to intelligence corroborated from multiple sources, the territory spanning tens of thousands of kilometers in the north of the New Continent has basically been unified. Only the Southern Alliance is still resisting. They have created countless killing flying boats and magical artifacts for this war. The army they have assembled this time is most likely made up of obsolete combat flying boats, and the troops