Fendona gazed up at the sky, her little mouth slightly open, and murmured:
"Goddess of Nature above, this is so spectacular!"
Thorin had completely abandoned any attempt to maintain his dignity as an elder and was taking photos and videos with his phone:
"Look, my clansmen, this is what real forging looks like! If anyone gets full of himself again and says Dwarf airships are the best, I'll be the first to burn his beard off!"
"We need to learn humbly, catch up, and surpass them!"
Grom stared at the enormous ships rising across the sky, his eyes full of envy:
"If only our Half-Orc Clan could have such a massive fleet someday."
Something stirred in Fendona's heart, and she sighed inwardly.
If the Queen saw this, she would probably start overthinking things.
By then, the fleet had already climbed high into the sky.
The same voice rang out over the broadcasts in every Underground City.
"Entire fleet, lift off!"
"Long live Great Xia!"
"Long live Great Xia!"
"Long live Great Xia!"
Cheers spread from Tianshu Square like a tsunami, then traveled through the communications network to the thirty-six Underground Cities and two bases.
The fleet continued to climb, its ships growing smaller until they became points of purple light in the heavens.
Lin Mo looked up at the sky as it gradually returned to calm, unable to settle his feelings for a long time.
Today, Great Xia finally had an interstellar fleet in the true sense of the word.
It was not yet powerful, nor did it have many ships, but it had finally lifted off.
From this moment on, Great Xia was no longer merely a survivor passively waiting for disaster to strike, nor merely a refugee huddling in Underground Cities.
They had gained the power to head