Amidst the cheers of the people, the expeditionary force finally set off.
All the Gold Saint appeared in the departing procession. They crossed the Zuli River directly through the Teleport, passed through the new city on the opposite plain, and the procession moved extremely fast. In less than half an hour, the flags of the expeditionary force disappeared into the green waves of the distant grassland.
Above Chambord City, amidst the clouds, two princesses, riding on the backs of Big Black, watched with lingering reluctance as the expeditionary force disappeared over the horizon. Flying beasts, beautiful women, white clouds, and a clear blue sky, all stirred by a gentle breeze, created a picturesque scene.
at the same time.
Brook and Best stood beneath the watchtower of the Chambord City, mysterious smiles on their faces.
"Now, the insects hiding inside and outside the city should start to stir." Best, dressed in a light blue official robe made in the Chambord City court clothing workshop, further accentuated the old man's dignified and noble appearance.
As Chambord City's power continued to grow, these veteran officials gradually developed an aura of authority, as if they were in complete control. Best, who was once just a down-on-his-luck nobleman, was struggling to protect his prospective son-in-law Sun Fei's throne, and even in Chambord City, he had little status. But now, he had become a powerful figure in the kingdom, second only to the King. And because he was the King's father-in-law, his status was even more extraordinary. Not only in Chambord City, but even in the entire Zenit Empire, few dared to disobey this handsome and refined old nobleman.
"His Majesty's plans are flawless; everything has been arranged perfectly. Now we just need to proceed according to the plan. However, clearing out these insects is easy, but the migration plan for [ Sky City ] needs to be expedited. This task is truly difficult."
Brook ran his fingers along the cold battlements of the city wall and rubbed his temples.
The booming development of Chambord City delighted this once loyal old minister. However, the busy political and military affairs kept him spinning like a top, inevitably leading to exhaustion. Fortunately, His Majesty abroad was very concerned about such old ministers, bestowing upon them various miraculous medicines and potions. These not only relieved fatigue but also improved their physical condition and extended their lifespan, making the ministers feel no resentment despite their hard work and even more grateful to His Majesty the King.
"Haha, when His Majesty returns with his army this time, I wonder what kind of Glory he will bring?" Brook thought to himself, feeling quite pleased with himself.
After all, he was a soldier, and he had a deep-seated passion for expanding territory. If it weren't for the need to stay and stabilize the domestic situation, he would have loved to follow His Majesty the King and fight on the battlefield.
"Alas, I don't need any earth-shattering Glory or military achievements. I only hope they can all return safely." Best, after all, was a scholar by birth. As a fallen nobleman, he possessed a certain humanistic sentiment and disliked killing. The current situation in Chambord City was already very satisfactory to him.
However, their differences in ideology did not affect the deep friendship between them.
This wasn't the first time they had stood beneath this watchtower to bid farewell to His King. Each time they stood here, they had different feelings. The most memorable time was naturally the first time, when they saw His King off as he led the expeditionary force to the capital to participate in the Martial Combat Competition.
The Chambord City expeditionary force maintained a steady pace of 500 kilometers per day, and after five days of marching, they finally arrived at the southwestern border of the Zenit Empire.
That night, the expeditionary force encamped in a valley not far from the border.
As night deepened, a dozen ghostly figures appeared on both sides of the valley, their dark eyes fixed on the brightly lit Chambord camp below. The burly figure at the head of the group wore a cold smile in his eyes.
"Hmph, with such a small force, you think you can launch a large-scale invasion of my Anzhi Empire? Has King of Chambord lost his mind?" someone sneered contemptuously.
"Haha, at this rate, by the time they get close to the imperial border, the traps will be perfectly set. These are traps personally set by the gods! Hehe, just waiting for these fools to walk right into them!"
"So what if we have a Demigod? The Zenit people naively think that with Emperor Klimov's death, my Anzhi Empire is left without anyone. Haha, by the time they realize it, it will be too late. Haha, the entire Northern Region will be ours."
The shadowy figures were clearly elite scouts from the Anzhi Empire. From the very first day the Chambord set out, they had been monitoring the army's every move, relaying all information back to the Anzhi Empire at the first opportunity.
"Stop arguing, spread out, continue monitoring, don't let the Chambord people's every move slip by..." the burly, dark-skinned leader hissed, about to continue assigning tasks, when suddenly his expression changed, revealing shock, and he roared, "Move!"
Before the words were finished, several shrill arrow whistles pierced the air.
In the darkness of the night, a dozen or so cold stars shot straight towards us.
"Ah..." Amidst screams and spurting blood, the three Anzhi were unable to Avoid in time. Their hearts were pierced, and the immense momentum of the arrows sent them flying backward, pinning them to the ground. Their limbs twitched, and it was clear they were not going to survive.
"We've been discovered! Retreat! Retreat immediately!" The scout leader was both shocked and furious. Five days of calm had made them lower their guard, but they never expected to be discovered by the Chambord people. He made a decisive decision and ordered his subordinates to retreat immediately.
Unfortunately, it was all too late.
The Chambord warriors, their bodies shimmering with the light of Dou Qi aura, surrounded them from all sides, blocking every escape route. Meanwhile, in the sky, a Moon Class expert, seemingly suspended in the void, appeared. The powerful auras of these experts plunged Anzhi into despair. The strength of Moon Class warrior was incomparable to that of an ordinary Dou Qi warrior; it was like a boulder crushing an egg, something an ordinary scout simply could not withstand.
The battle did not last long.
That night, all the scouts and sentries sent by the Anzhi Empire and other empires to monitor and observe the expeditionary force were wiped out overnight. And on that same night, the Chambord Expeditionary Army completely disappeared from everyone's sight, vanishing without a trace.
It was a day later that the major powers learned of this news.
The Anzhi Empire reacted swiftly, but despite dispatching elite scouts and expending considerable manpower and resources to investigate the army's whereabouts, they found nothing.
Sky, white clouds.
Everything was extremely calm.
Suddenly, two enormous, silver-white Lord-Class Black Warship shattered the tranquility, tearing through the void and gradually revealing their massive and ferocious forms, like overlords swimming in the ocean. After a brief pause, they suddenly accelerated again, their forms blurring as if time and space had shifted, and disappeared into the sky.
Such an acceleration took only a dozen breaths, but the two Black Warship had already traveled over a hundred miles.
In less than a day, two enormous silver Black Warship miraculously appeared on the border of the Anzhi Empire. Below them was the border of a second-level empire called Dite, which bordered the Anzhi Empire. Traveling less than a hundred miles further, they would truly enter the territory of the Anzhi Empire.
Second update.