Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 568: No one has any objections.
The radish is fighting a tough battle.

It is already difficult enough to stop the spread of the dark world. The radish itself acts as a medium for the alchemy of the flower sea, continuously outputting power to maintain the expansion of the flower sea and fight against the dark world.

Now, he is facing a powerful lamplighter whose methods are strange and unpredictable, leaving Radish feeling powerless and unable to express how many lost worlds the lamplighter has recorded in his journey.

Rabbi and Zheng Fan observed Luo Bo's situation.

"Carrot!" Even though he knew Carrot had already taken action, Rabbi couldn't help but feel worried when he saw Carrot get hit by the "star".

"Calm down. Even if Carrot supports the sea of ​​flowers against the dark world with one hand and fights against the wave army and the lamplighter with the other, it will still be invincible in this world. Being able to break Carrot's defense is only a prerequisite for fighting Carrot on equal terms. Even against the lamplighter, Carrot is not inferior. Its application of logic has only just begun. What are you calling now?"

Zheng opposed the rabbi's words from the bottom of his heart.

"I know!" the rabbi stubbornly replied.

Radish won't lose; the key is what comes after. Defeating a lamplighter won't change the world's current state, so her actions are also crucial. We can't just focus on Radish's side.

……

Grealley, in a military tent, looked at a map of the area surrounding Kabbalah and pondered the next mission for the Mechanical Heart.

Durason has shifted its strategy and is now marching towards Kabbalah, with other forces responding in quick succession. A fierce battle is likely to erupt soon, and the probability of Kabbalah holding out is not high.

Having just established itself and developed slightly, the Mechanical Heart still sent forces to go there.

However, in such a clash of titans, relying solely on the power of the Mechanical Heart is clearly insufficient.

"We must devise a proper strategy. While Kabbalah is of great significance, we can't force it. In any case, this is an opportunity to meet the leaders of various factions and obtain more valuable intelligence to make arrangements for the future." He muttered to himself, his gaze drifting outside the tent.

To be honest, he had a very uneasy feeling from the very beginning.

It was as if something urgent and dangerous was happening somewhere in this world.

"How did you end up near Kabala? Oh well, that's perfect."

Hearing another voice suddenly come from inside his tent, Greal was startled and quickly turned around, only to see a "rabbi" with gray eyes.

"Rabbi... Miss?"

"While I personally prefer a clean break, the rabbi is worried, so I'll have to go through a little more trouble. Hey, Grellley, have you decided on a new name for Scalova?"

Grealley stared blankly: "Huh?"

Today, Franco Turason is dressed in full regalia and preparing for a meeting with other leaders of various factions. Invitations and messengers have been arranged, and they are ready to depart.

Everyone came here to conquer the city, and at least to completely destroy the throne of the Kabbalah royal family through this battle. Before that, we should try to avoid unnecessary internal strife.

Therefore, someone needs to step forward and coordinate all of this.

Franco took on this daunting task—from his own hands.

He certainly believed he was qualified, and could even envision his future establishing a new Durazon royal family.

"Excuse me, is someone named Franco here?" A gentle, clear, and melodious girl's voice greeted them.

Ok?
How could there be a girl like that in his army?!

Franco immediately summoned his protective doll.

But there was no need to shout, because he had already seen his several dolls, all of which had been turned into piles of broken copper and scrap iron at the feet of that petite figure.

"you!"

“Mr. Grealley requests an audience; please come with me.”

Franco couldn't utter his words before he was suddenly struck by a dizzying sensation. When he came to his senses, he found himself sitting on a rickety, uneven bench.

He quickly looked around and was surprised to find that everyone in front of him was someone he knew.

The leaders of various factions, now scattered throughout Scalová and gathered to attack Kabala, were once renowned figures, but now sat like greenhorns on simple stools, their eyes darting around in apprehension. They exchanged wary, suspicious glances, but mostly bewildered looks.

In the end, all they could get were mutual denials: it really wasn't any of them who did it.

Where are they now?
Look again.

Isn't this just outside the gates of Kabbalah?

Not far away lies the bustling capital city, the heart of many of their ambitions.

But why were they inexplicably brought here and gathered together? None of you here are fools; at this critical juncture, you already have an absurd and terrifying guess in your minds.

But which force possessed such extraordinary strength? They seemed to have some recollection of that petite and young girl.

"Ahem, everyone." At this moment, a person walked out, attracting everyone's attention.

Grealley, the leader of the Mechanical Heart.

A name that was previously unknown had once graced the desks of all the leaders of various powers. Franco, in particular, had a deep impression of Grealley, after all, the man had risen to power by stepping over his own army.

"Gralley... was it made by your Mechanical Heart?" Franco pursed his lips and asked.

Grealley's expression was solemn: "Yes. The reason I have summoned you all here in such a abrupt manner is because the situation is critical. The Mechanical Heart has been fortunate enough to be chosen, and therefore I have announced this to you in the quickest way possible."

"Announce? Announce what?"

"The mechanical heart will next break through Kabbalah."

"Are you kidding me?"—that was the first reaction of everyone present.

But as Greli announced, the "rabbi" appeared beneath the walls of Kabala and made a snapping gesture.

boom!
With a deafening roar, the walls of Kabala were blown up.

The Kabbalah royal family, the council, and the city's nobles naturally made numerous preparations to deal with the siege. Mobilization, production, and a large army of puppets were all significant advantages that Kabbalah had over other separatist forces.

They were confident that Kabala could hold out. Even if the city fell, it would buy them enough time to escape.

But now, their plans crumbled completely, along with the flying rubble and the broken city walls.

It's like two armies clashing, each setting up a chessboard, their troops vying for supremacy, and exclaiming that they are evenly matched opponents—all within each other's expectations.

However, at this moment, a meteorite suddenly fell from the sky and directly crushed one side, leaving them in a state of utter defeat, even more tragic than before.

This is already enough to reach the point of despair, a situation deemed "not due to war."

What's the point of fighting if the other side has already opened up like this?
Besides Kabbalah, the warlord leaders who were seated in the VIP section to witness all of this were also shocked.

Grealley remained calm, though his mind was racing. If it weren't for the arrangements to come, he would have jumped up and shouted, "Miss Rabbi is awesome!"

Even having witnessed the battle between the rabbi and Chegodoya, he could not hide his astonishment at the more direct destructive power before him.

“I’ve bombed your respective headquarters and several major cities as well. Don’t worry, I only bombed the city walls and some landmarks; I didn’t touch your people. But if you still have any ideas, I don’t mind putting in a little more effort.” The “rabbi” turned around and said, “Let this war end today.”

Today, the division and war in Scallova were brought to an end by divine intervention.

Clearly, no one at the scene objected.

The rabbi was too lazy to bother with such hypocritical talk as leaving the affairs of Scallovar to them. She wanted to destroy the royal family, find the cogs hidden within, and the unprovoked collapse of Kabbalah would inevitably cause even greater chaos.

If these people were to fight to the end, who knows how many innocent people and idealists would have to sacrifice themselves.

Zheng Fan made a promise, so with such divine power, what else does the rabbi need to think about?
Let's open it then.

In short, let's decide on the new name of the country first.

(End of this chapter)