Dimensional Codex System I M Really Not A Cultist
/ Dimensional Codex System: I'm really not a cultist! Chapter 440
Chapter 440: Chapter 439: Crisis on the Brink! Chapter 440: Chapter 439: Crisis on the Brink! “Hmph, those damned bookworms.”
Looking at the Magitech Nation's fleet blocking his path, the captain of the Forward Ship had a dark expression on his face.
“I knew it, those bastards would come out and mess things up!”
“Captain, what do we do now?”
“What do we do?”
Hearing his subordinate's anxious question, the captain of the Forward Ship glared.
“Stick to the plan, keep moving forward! I refuse to believe that these jerks really have the guts to go up against the Land of Wealth! This warship cost us over ten billion Gold Coins to construct, how could it possibly lose to those who only know how to munch on dust in outdated books, and to those constantly babbling priests? Money above all, we continue forward!!”
Following the captain's orders, the colossal Forward Ship let out a roar and then gradually continued towards the direction of the airfield.
“It seems like the other side isn't planning to give way, huh.”
Seeing this, the captain of the Divine Blessing also chuckled, then he stretched out his hand and pressed a button nearby. Quickly, the image of a middle-aged man dressed in a white Mage Robe appeared in the crystal ball beside him.
“They've made their response, what about us?”
“Of course, we keep moving forward.”
Hearing the question from the captain of the Divine Blessing, the middle-aged Mage gave a calm reply.
“Let those who do not understand that knowledge is both power and truth, and only indulge in the stench of money's corruption, witness what it is they should truly fear.”
“Exactly.”
Hearing the reply, the captain of the Divine Blessing nodded, then he raised his right hand.
“All ships, listen to my command, maintain formation, keep moving forward! Show the grace of the Kingdom of the Holy Church, don't let those rough Barbarians from Fanriel look down on us, lads! For the glory of the Goddess of Order!”
“For the glory of the Goddess of Order!!”
With the transmission of the orders, soon, the fleets began to move together, with the Kingdom of Flame and the Land of Wealth's fleet led by the Forward Ship, while the mixed squadron of the Kingdom of the Holy Church and the Magitech Nation was led by the Divine Blessing. Both sides moved at the same speed, in the same formation, slowly heading towards their destination.
And seeing this, many people's expressions involuntarily changed.
“Hey…they couldn't really mean it, could they?”
“If this keeps up, won't it be a bit dangerous…”
Anyone with clear eyes could see that the total number of warships from both sides added up to no less than a hundred, and so many warships, if it were a normal day following sequence, could indeed dock. But now, neither side was showing any intention of relenting, each maintaining the same speed and formation. In this case, once they reached the port, the fleets from both sides would inevitably collide!
And by then… things would get messy!
Of course, Floating Magic Battleships in the air, unlike on the sea, can adjust their altitude. But the issue is, after so many years of developing Floating Magic Battleships on the continent, just like with airplanes, there are already strict altitude restrictions, and nearly all warships would follow this rule, so when they arrive, they're also at about the same altitude.
Moreover, even some warships that were originally at different altitudes had adjusted their altitudes during the formation change–given the relationship between the two camps of these four nations, no one wanted to see the warships of other countries riding over their heads!
It's precisely because of this that the two mixed fleets are almost at the same altitude, and if they continue to move forward…it's almost certain they'll collide!
But no one can retreat!
Everyone was very clear, whether it was Ogrande, Astor, John, or the representatives from other families and powers, even the captains of those warships knew that this ceremony wasn't just a ceremony, it was a challenge issued by the Kingdom of the Holy Church to the maritime supremacy of the Kingdom of Flame!!
That's also why an otherwise routine docking ceremony suddenly erupted with sparks that could rival the eve of a great battle!
What to do? What can be done?
Watching the scene unfolding before her, Ogrande clenched her fists tightly, she could even feel her palms sweating. As the host of the ceremony, she naturally hoped that nothing would go wrong and that it would pass peacefully. But as a citizen of the Kingdom of the Holy Church, she did not want to see her country fall in the confrontation with the Kingdom of Flame. She could imagine that if such a scene were to occur, then General John next to her would undoubtedly heap scorn upon them!
Keep in mind, present here are representatives from around the world, from all major powers. Whichever side chooses to back down, after today, that side will be laughed at by the entire continent! And their status would also be in jeopardy!
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So, this was not merely a docking ceremony, but a matter of honor for four great nations!!
“Captain, it's getting very dangerous!!”
“Keep moving forward!”
The captain of the Forward Ship almost crushed his pipe in his mouth as he glared ahead with a fierce steel-blue complexion.
“I refuse to believe those fragile mages from Leon really have the guts to confront us! This Forward Ship alone can crush them all, continue forward, even if we have to ram through! I will take all the responsibility!!”
“I never expected those barbarians to have such courage.”
Sitting inside the Mage Tower, coldly smiling as he observed the situation through the crystal ball, the middle-aged mage in white robes spoke.
“Do they really think being big means they can do whatever they want? Could it be they're treating our force field as if it were made of paper?”
“Master Captain, should we increase the strength of the force barrier?”
Standing before the middle-aged mage, the mages operating the controls turned around and respectfully asked. The middle-aged mage, however, slightly shook his head.
“There's no need, the current strength of the force field is enough to withstand a mountain. We don't need to panic because of the big box that Caron built. We are mages, we never fight unprepared, and since we have come here today, it means that the ones who will emerge victorious in the end will undoubtedly be us.”
With these words, the white-robed mage stood up and walked to the window.
“This time, I will let them know that we mages are not to be trifled with!”
The speed of both fleets was not fast; neither side intended to give in or retreat, but both hoped the other would back down. After all, this was an unofficial contest, not a public duel, so both sides slowed down–giving themselves time to back off if necessary and giving the other side a chance.
But they both knew that in this “contest,” neither side would give in.
“…Hey, hey, they're not seriously going to do this, right?”
“This is trouble, can't someone go stop them?”
“How to stop them, they are both…”
Now, as both fleets drew closer, even the onlooking crowd that was just there for the spectacle started to panic. The last time there was a standoff between the joined fleets of both sides was fifty years ago, when a cruiser from the Kingdom of Flame “accidentally entered” the airspace of the Kingdom of the Holy Church and was spotted by the Holy Church's patrol team. The standoff lasted for quite a while, and the outcome was that the Kingdom of Flame dispatched a fleet to the border of the Holy Church, while the Holy Church pulled in the Eye of the Heavens from the Magitech Nation for support. After forty-eight hours of mutual warnings and diplomacy, they declared a truce.
It was a frightening time for many, with thoughts that the two sides were about to go to war!
And the current situation was even more critical than then!
More importantly, for the Kingdom of the Holy Church, it was precisely the humiliation of that time that made them determined to build their own magitech fleet, rather than just bringing in the Magitech Nation as a stopgap measure in times of crisis. Therefore, in this “contest,” they would rather die here than retreat!
But what would happen if both fleets really collided? Could it be… that they are truly going to wage war right here?
“…Attention!!”
Big Beard, the captain, clenched the pipe in his hand, his voice trembling with extreme nervousness.
“Everyone brace for impact!”
On the other side, as the huge warship drew ever closer, the captain of the Divine Blessing raised his head.
“For the glory of the Goddess of Order, for the Kingdom of the Holy Church, we fear nothing!”
What to do! What to do!
Watching this scene unfold, Ogrande felt her heart violently pounding; her mind went blank, unable to think of any solution, and somehow, Fang Zheng's figure unexpectedly surfaced in her thoughts.
That bastard, claiming he would arrive on time, why don't you come and stop this madness!
And just at that moment, as if in response to Ogrande's internal complaint, the clear skies suddenly turned dark.
Chapter end
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