Chapter 393: The Incoming Army
At this moment, several cultivators stood atop the city walls of Caritas, their gazes fixed in the same direction. A chill ran down their spines, and sweat dripped from their foreheads as they beheld the things approaching their city. Silence hung between them—they all knew what was coming.
At first, they saw only four black dots in the distant sky, emerging from the horizon. But as the dots grew larger, their fear intensified. When they finally discerned the approaching entities, terror gripped their hearts. The four objects had a rectangular shape with numerous sharp angles along their edges. Each objects was a kilometer long and 500 meters wide. Their black surfaces were adorned with glowing runes, glowing as they advanced.
At the front tip of each flying object, a giant white sphere was embedded. On top of its body, there was a glass-enclosed area where the controllers of the flying object were stationed, allowing them to see everything below.
"Flying Fortress." Someone finally muttered.
A chill ran through their bodies as the four massive flying fortresses advanced in an arrow formation—neither too fast nor too slow. The forest beneath them was briefly cast into darkness as the enormous structures blocked out the sunlight. The sight was truly intimidating, and the deep humming sound they emitted as they passed only added to the oppressive atmosphere.
The people began to step back as the giant flying fortresses reached a distance of 15 kilometers from the city walls. They knew that the arrival of these fortresses was a clear sign—the second prince was serious about taking over the city. Many turned and fled in the opposite direction, fearing they would be caught in the impending battle.
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Inside the control room of the leading flying fortress, a brown-haired middle-aged man gazed at the city, now fully within sight. His knight’s armor, paired with the red cape draped behind him, made him appear gallant. A confident smile played on his lips, though there was a hint of mockery in it, as if he were looking at something unworthy of his full attention.
This man was Duke Alikin, the one tasked by Second Prince Wilmar to reclaim the city. His orders were clear—capture Aldrian if possible; kill him if not.
"My lord, we are now within range of the lightning cannon and ready to attack at any time," someone reported from nearby. The man stood in front of a spherical object embedded in a small pillar, which functioned as a control device to assist in maneuvering the flying fortress. Several others were stationed at similar controls, each responsible for steering the massive war machine.
"Begin preparations for the lightning cannon," Duke Alikin ordered.