The sight of it is an endless golden ocean.

The entire crimson sky is like a pot of water, the gorgeous and gorgeous halo is coated with a layer of gold edges, like petals, blooming layer by layer, revealing the intoxicating but deadly beauty in it.

"Be careful of the vortex!" The sailors' commands vary in length. The next moment, a wave had already hit - an invisible ripples hit the side side. The hull, which was originally silver, turned black, trembled violently. Everyone leaned back on one side of the ship's side, all of whom were long-haired girls in white, pressed their sword hilt, stood straight in the strong wind, and the cloak roared behind them, but did not affect them at all, and were nailed to the deck like nails.

"Your Excellency Commander." The indigenous commander on the side reminded him with some anxiety.

"Don't care about me," the girl's dark eyes reflected in her afterglow, like the setting sun, was dissipating little by little. "Concentrate, play flags, and let the team cut into the battlefield. The other party was in chaos, and the opportunity was fleeting."

She let go of her hand holding the hilt of the sword, pondered for a while before speaking again: "It seems that someone has won us a chance."

The latter quickly lowered his head and turned around and left.

On the side, a little girl holding the note book in front of her chest was watching this scene with a little curiosity.

She suddenly asked, "Sister Bai Xue, who are those people?"

"What do you want to ask..."

"Are they from Flor's descendants, or..." The little girl stopped talking. Bai Xue turned around. She was not much older than the former, but her bright eyes shrank the former's neck. The little girl added in a panic: "Sister Bai Xue, I, I want to say..."

“Is this important?”

"But, I just can't stand the arrogant look of the people of Florida..." The little girl muttered a little unwillingly: "Besides, they are not good people."

Bai Xue fell silent.

After a moment, she turned her eyes to the distance - the center of the battlefield, thinking that Weislan is not the case. Everyone lives in a huge cocoon, and now even herself may not escape the barriers.

Silver Rose, the Holy Crusader, was once the title given to it by those who supported it. But even if they were diligent in maintaining the reputation of the guild, it was as if they were carefully wiping away the dust from a sword, it would be difficult to make it shine with its original brilliance.

How do people view that battle?

The silver Vislan may not be the dominant party in the division of Covenant Mountain, but it also actually led to the fall of the Free Guild, just like the disintegration of stars, and also represented the annihilation of an era. Since then, the aura of the pioneers has dissipated, and the ideal luster has been dyed with a layer of realistic darkness.

The descendants of Flor, the silver Wislan, the sacred founded by the pioneers is no longer. Now only people can see their hugeness and the minions exposed behind them, and the previous trust is gone, so there is only endless suspicion left.

‘Descendants of Giants’ still seem aggressive in the First World.

But is that strong outside and do the middle?

No one knows it.

Now there are more and more candidates through the Star Gate, and the interests of latecomers and pioneers have long since parted ways. They used reason as a bond, but they have fallen apart today. Can the "tyranny" of the majority be imposed on the majority with a few people?

It is possible that he and others have seen this, and now Weislan's footsteps are far more gentle than the past, but even if this makes it praise, it is difficult to redeem the past.

Instead, many people are addicted to this.

...To chase those 'honors' that don't make much sense.

In her opinion, she and others were more like a group of unscrupulous papermakers—as if she was trying to repair the originally ragged rule, but as she went deeper, she found that regrettable fact—the order was moving forward and towards the end.

So did they maintain it or prevent progress?

She was confused.

The history of Star Gate in this era is still roaring forward, but what is good and what is bad among all the colors?

Bai Xue missed the era when her brother told him when she was a child. At that time, black and white were still clear. Everyone tried their best to fight and was full of ideals. Everything seemed to develop towards a better side, whether in reality or behind the Star Gate.

That's how she entered the camp of the convener.

Originally, the parents chose a path different from their brothers for themselves. They hoped that she could stay on Earth, with their children, one behind the Star Gate, and the other supporting their careers in reality.

But in the end, she went against her parents' wishes, and after winning countless trophies and receiving countless praises, she saw this situation, the glory of the past withered, and even in reality, the voices of opposition to the Star Gate plan were higher and higher.

His parents expressed their concerns about the future prospects to her and her brother more than once during video conferences. Like his brother, Bai Xue was still firm in her heart, but she couldn't find the answer to many questions.

The girl sighed softly, and her hands couldn't help but hold onto the railing, looking in that direction.

At this moment, she remembered Fang Yu-

The boy's ever-optimistic and tireless face appeared in his mind.

That kind of enterprising spirit was very popular in the early days, but it is rare to see it now.

People pursue interests and lose their ideals, but this is not anyone’s fault, because this is the case in this era.

It was the pioneers who broke the halo of the past by themselves.

It just seems to be valuable in everything that is original.

"Is it him..."

Bai Xue couldn't help but have an idea in her heart.

She knew that the Qihai Traveler was in that direction, and a group of craftsmen from Flor's descendants rushed in, and "he" was also among them.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! She watched, the rose-colored clouds were dimming little by little, the shock waves generated by the explosion in the middle of the battlefield dissipated, Mars overflowed, and a huge gap was torn open in the center of the Shadowman fleet.

Signal lights were lit on the left and right wings of each squadron. At this moment, more fleets of shadow people were appearing on the clouds, as if endless, and were constantly descending to this world through the open channel.

"His Excellency Commander!"

The commander who had left earlier hurriedly ran back, "The Stoned replied, Captain Naggins signaled us..."

At this moment, they seized an opportunity.

A fleeting...

The opportunity to break away from the formation of the main fleet of the Shadowman.

Bai Xue grabbed her hands tightly.

"Tell me the order," the girl's tone became cold again, as if she was confused and hesitant for a moment, and she threw away all her hesitation and turned back to the silver Weislan's 'Princess Highness'. The brilliant light flashing in her eyes was the opportunity to win:

"Taking me as the blade, the entire fleet launched an assault, and we will defeat the enemy in one fell swoop!"

Thousands of sails on the battlefield are like the sea.

As countless flag words were passed, the silver fleet was turning and gradually gathering into a sharp sword that pierced everything forward.

As for the Navy.

Bai Xue never worried because the Navy would only be more professional than them and she didn't need to worry about it.

...

In Elpaxin City, Central Ring Road, Upper City District—

The suppressed firepower has weakened.

Chris swept the dust on his head, poked his head out of the ruins in the block, looking into the sky - after the previous explosion, the shadow man fleet, which was full of shadows on the gloomy clouds, had already been empty, and stopped in place in seven or eight.

"What is that!?"

Some of the companions shouted in surprise.

Looking in the direction of his finger, a dazzling flame was descending from the golden red clouds, like a fleeting meteor.

A floating ship that fell?

But it doesn't look very similar.

Chris was a little anxious, but what was anxious was not the strange scene above the sky, but the offensive ahead. He turned his eyes again in that direction, and there was silence on the inner ring road leading to Crown Square, and there was no firelight or any movement of firefighting.

The battlefield is silent-

At this time, the other young people were looking up at the situation in the sky. The firepower that suppressed Elpaxin was greatly weakened, and the Shadowman's fleet seemed to be in a tough battle, which made most people relax.

Some people even started to make fun of it.

Most of them were apprentices from the Craftsmen Association, young people from Elpahin City or the countryside. The association did not arrange any specific affairs for them. Opening the city gates and guiding the candidates was their entire job.

Young people are always full of vitality. Although this sudden war has dragged each of them into it, they have not yet experienced the pain of the war, and most people still maintain an optimistic attitude.

The topic gradually shifted to Chris.

Many people looked over with some envy.

The apprentice of the association was said to be the heir to a sawmill owner, but for some reason he gave up his comfortable life and chose to take such a path.

Although alchemists are also respected, from apprentices to craftsmen is a thorny road. Most people have dreams, but in the end they are left with one ten, and most people just live up to their youth.

Of course it's different now.

After the Dorifin incident, the latter emerged from a new force, and has recently been like a rising star, and has been deeply appreciated by a group of dwarf craftsmen.

Moreover, he led the way in this battle and performed well. He said that he would not be promoted again afterwards. It was a foregone conclusion that he would become a regular person. The apprentice to the full alchemist is just like this for the candidates, but for the indigenous people, it may be a turning point for the class and life.

With everyone's eyes, Chris said nothing.

They had previously led a group of Saint Selected people into the city gate, and broke through various defense lines from the Xiacheng District to attack here. They had never seen such a strange scene. It seemed that the group of reinforcements that had previously attacked the Crown Square were fake.

Or has it been successful?

But why can’t I hear a little cheers coming from the direction of the square?

The others seemed to have not noticed the abnormality, but unlike them, although Chris was not a combatant, he had experienced the battle of Dorifin. The battle on the rainy night was still vivid in his mind. The experience on the verge of life and death finally made him feel a little different from that of ordinary people.

"Have you noticed anything?"

He turned around and asked.
To be continued...