"General, I have failed your expectations..."
Masainu lowered his head, his expression one of sadness and self-reproach.
Because the three Wolf King Assault Ship Fleet under his command failed to capture the Lion Fleet in time, General Mingke's flagship was destroyed by the enemy. Fortunately, generals like Mingke are protected by high-level Transcendent experts, which is why he did not perish.
However, the entire Fifth Army of the Iridescent Light Empire, having lost central control, was dealt a heavy blow by Sergei.
"Your command was indeed problematic. You shouldn't have underestimated the Lion Fleet. You understand the principle that even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit... Sigh, well, it's too late for further criticism. I won't punish you this time. I hope you'll remember this lesson and not be so careless under the new commander." Mingke tilted his head slightly and sighed softly.
"New commander?" Masainu looked up abruptly and exclaimed, "You're leaving the Fifth Army?"
Mingke nodded slightly. "We suffered a defeat, and as the commander, I should indeed take responsibility."
"But this isn't your responsibility, it's because of me. No, this isn't fair! I'm going to see the Commander-in-Chief right now. He can't treat you like this. The Fifth Army can't do without you!" Masainu said, his expression agitated, seemingly unable to accept the fact that Mingke was about to leave.
Mingke stopped him, and said with a wry smile, "It's no use finding anyone now. Those insects up there have been dissatisfied with me for a long time. This time, retiring while I'm ahead might be a good thing. Don't worry, I'm His Majesty's confidant, and I'll rise again sooner or later. The key lies with the Fifth Fleet. After I leave, you'll have to keep a close eye on these old brothers."
"Understood, General." Masainu lowered his head, his voice low.
"What? You want to leave our Lion Fleet? How can that be allowed?"
Sorens stood up in surprise, wanting to persuade Gustavo to stay.
In his view, a key reason why more than thirty warships of the Lion Fleet survived this time was that Gustavo led the Dragon Soldier Legion in boarding action, which tied down a large part of the Wolf King Assault Ship Fleet's energy.
Sorens cherished this comrade-in-arms who fought alongside him and went through life-and-death situations with him.
Gustavo looked at Sorens with a strange expression.
Silly child, if I continue to stay in the Lion Fleet, it won't be long before your fleet, which has just been awarded the title of Champion, is truly full of martyrs.
There was some camaraderie among them, and Gustavo didn't want to cause any more trouble for the Lion Fleet.
Of course, the more important reason was that, after the war, the Saila military subtly suggested to Sylvain that Gustavo leave.
Yes, the Gustavo has been returned once again.
The guilty-minded leaders of Saila repeatedly instructed him to keep it a secret and not to reveal his talent information to Sorens, lest it cause unrest.
Clearly, the Saila leadership understood that they had really messed up the Lion Fleet this time, and they were afraid that the financial powers of the Kadilar Planet would cause them trouble after they learned the truth. This was also an important reason for kicking Gustavo back.
After repeated attempts to persuade him to stay failed, Sorens had no choice but to accept the bad news with a heavy heart. He held a grand farewell ceremony for Gustavo and watched him leave.
"Sigh, I don't know if I'll ever have such a reliable teammate again." Sorens shook his head and sighed. The high-ranking officers of the Lion Fleet around him all agreed, and they were all very reluctant to see Gustavo leave.
Ashes Base.
Sylvain a complicated expression. After a long while, she sighed, "Go back to your ancestral land Treacherous Destruction Continent, and leave the Elven Plane as soon as possible."
"What?" Gustavo looked up abruptly. He hadn't expected that Spider Dad would actually try to kick him out.
"Everything in the Astral Realm has its own destiny and its own laws of operation." Sylvain didn't directly answer Gustavo's question, but instead laid the groundwork with this statement before continuing, "Your strange talent allows you to absorb the positive Fortune of surrounding life, thereby amplifying your luck and enabling you to repeatedly obtain great opportunities. In just over ten years since your birth, you have already traversed the path that an ordinary Dragon-Hunting Spider would take hundreds or even thousands of years, which is enough to prove the power of this talent."
"But you have to pay for what you gain; this is the ironclad rule of the Astral Realm. Clearly, at this point, your talent has begun to come at a higher price. As time goes on, you may very well lose the ability to struggle, like a frog being slowly boiled in water."
"So, while the situation isn't too dire yet, let's leave the Elven Plane and return to the ancestral land of our Mitrola Clan, the Treacherous Destruction Continent. With your talent, you have a chance to gain the attention of the clan's higher-ups. Just because your father can't solve a problem doesn't mean those important figures can't..."
After hearing this, Gustavo understood his Spider Dad's good intentions.
After repeated attempts, Sylvain realized that he couldn't help his two sons solve their talent problem, so he could only seek out a more powerful being.
Fortunately, the Dragon-Hunting Spider Clan is no small fry; they have many powerful members who might be able to help Gustavo.
Spider Dad's words opened a door for Gustavo that he had previously overlooked. He was used to solving problems on his own, but he forgot that sometimes, leveraging power is also a skill. Wasn't Logo the best at using others to do his dirty work and maneuvering between various forces?
"Yes, Father, I understand. However, this journey to the Treacherous Destruction Continent seems to require a lot of travel expenses..."
Gustavo beamed, revealing a bright smile. Sylvain felt a cold wind blow through his wallet, and by the time he came to his senses, his stash of money had vanished, saying goodbye to him.
"That brat..."
"Hmm, Dad's pretty rich, huh? He just throws around 50,000 Star Wheel. It's a shame the Treacherous Destruction Continent is so far away. To get there quickly, we need to use the Gate of Myriad Worlds for long-distance spatial teleportation. That amount of money probably won't even stay warm in front of those greedy devils..."
The Astral Realm is vast and boundless, and the dark Void is rife with calamities.
The longer the journey, the higher the cost and the greater the risk.
Why did the Starlight Tour Group become a major power in the Astral Realm? It's because they pioneered and controlled a vast network of safe air routes.
Why are Devil Clan so rich?
Star Sea Bank is not actually the key factor.
The real reason is that the Gate of Myriad Worlds, controlled by the Lord of Hell, can safely and reliably transport people to every corner of the Astral Realm. It's no exaggeration to say that the Devil Clan could support the development of the entire "Hell Civilization" simply by collecting transportation fees.
Next, Gustavo took stock of his assets, collected a large amount of resources and stored them in the Gene Warehouse. After saying goodbye to his Spider Mom Index and his sister and brother, Gustavo embarked on his journey to the Treacherous Destruction Continent.