Magic Industrial Age.

Chapter 486 (484): Where the Military Force Points (Please Subscribe)
If the mobilization and marching of the three marquises were dragging on and frustratingly slow, then the actions of the three leaders of the allied forces were incredibly fast.

From the moment they received the letter requesting assistance, they first accepted the allegiance of the three marquesses, and then passed a cabinet resolution with the utmost speed.
From relaying orders to the relevant legions, to completing mobilization, from allocating supplies and food, to preparing for departure...

The entire process took less than ten days, which not only vividly demonstrates the efficiency of the three giants during the war, but also reveals their urgent mood.

The People's Daily of the Habsburg Empire published extensive interpretations of this, all from the perspective of the empire, offering merciless satire.

However, some of what they said makes a lot of sense.

This was a blatant and naked act of robbery, a premeditated and planned plunder by the remnants of feudalism after they realized they could not easily acquire the fruits of industrial development.

They attempted to rapidly accumulate industrial capital and inflict damage on the empire through this war of plunder.

Although they try their best to embellish and package their true intentions, wise people can see through their evil schemes.

This was destined to fail, just as powerful magical weapons would crush the decaying knight with cannon fire and bullets.

It should be said that this article from the *Imperial People's Daily* received a great deal of attention, although it was denounced as heresy and fallacy within the Allied forces.

Every action they took was in accordance with the aristocratic code.

But it still had a significant impact on those countries that were merely bystanders.

Especially in the Tudor dynasty and the Duchy of João, those in power were also wondering whether this kind of plunder would fall on them!
Of course, sometimes, the public opinion front is very important.

Powerful words can liberate people's minds, and only by liberating their minds can they seek change.

But often, public opinion isn't that important.

Because no matter how brilliant the article is, or how many people applaud and agree with it, war will still come.

……

In the Kingdom of Sardinia, at the city of Bremen, banners fluttered in the wind, and countless large warships waited silently.

On the harbor, soldiers in green uniforms formed long lines, one after another, and strode onto the ships in a formation resembling a long snake.

There was also a full orchestra performance, with drums and music resounding, bringing a surge of passion and making these soldiers of the Imperial 39th Army stand even taller and more proud.

It was as if they were going to accomplish an incredibly great feat, rather than a battlefield where they would die.

Of course, occasionally they would glance to the side, their eyes filled with undisguised envy, jealousy, and resentment.

It was also a warship, but it was larger and more luxurious, carrying fewer people, and even had its own private cabins.

The most outrageous thing was that a small banquet was being held right on the ship's side.

The kingdom's coastal knights, having removed their armor and donned various luxurious garments, were socializing and enjoying food and drink.

There were also many women dressed as noble ladies, moving through the crowd, sometimes laughing and chatting, sometimes exchanging a few words, attracting the attention of countless knights.

The banquet featured fresh vegetables, roasted meat, thick soup, desserts, and bottles of wine were opened one after another.

Occasionally, you can see one or two people dressed as magicians, moving among them. They are the mages of the Palm Mage Guild, who were originally very proud, but now they are trying to blend in.

Meanwhile, on the shore, in a secluded corner.

A beautiful woman with innate nobility and a regal air stared intently at the scene, her expression somewhat displeased.

Nearby, a burly man in his forties with some gray hair at his temples saw this and secretly groaned inwardly.

He glanced furtively at the beautiful woman's expression, and after a long pause, he said, "The little ones have been a bit mischievous, Your Majesty. I will go and reprimand them."

"never mind!"

The beautiful woman spoke, her voice pleasant and resonant: "I know that these people from the Coast Knights are all promising talents sent by various families, mostly here to gain experience and prestige."

If you discipline them too much, their family won't agree; if you discipline them too little, they'll become even more indulgent.

Earl Hoven Xavier, you've had it tough too.

These few words almost brought Earl Hoven Xavier to tears. He lowered his head and said, "It is my incompetence that has disappointed you."

The beautiful woman waved her hand dismissively and said, "Whether you lack the ability or don't want to offend anyone, you fought for this battle, and I gave you the opportunity. I only have one request for you."

"General Dino Lewis fought quite badly in the Ottoman Empire and made me lose all face."

If you end up like him in this battle, then don't come back. Or perhaps, the Xavier family will decline as well.

Having said all that needed to be said, the beautiful woman didn't waste any more words and turned to leave.

The only ones left behind were the Grand Master of the Coastal Knights, the Acting Commander of the Newly Formed 39th Division, and the Commander-in-Chief of the Operation against Flower Territory. Earl Howard Xavier's face turned pale and then red.

When he looked up again, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes as he gazed at the group of knights having a barbecue party on the warship.

In any case, the Xavier family cannot afford to fall.

Therefore, the Flower Clan must be destroyed!

……

Elsewhere, the same military force is directed at a different target, yet the style is entirely different.

Coral Harbour, east of the Bonaparte Empire.

This was an important port still controlled by the Bonaparte Empire, undertaking the transshipment of a large amount of supplies and troops, and serving as a solid and reliable rear base.

The elite navy of the Bonaparte Empire is stationed and patrols here, with mages constantly monitoring the underwater situation and swift eagles soaring in the sky.

In the void, three demonic eyes, imbued with the 'Art of Truth,' continuously monitored the surrounding area for hundreds of miles.

This is all for the purpose of protecting the safety of this coral harbor.

At this moment, on the harbor shore, an old man with a long, upturned mustache, a slightly overweight face, and puffy eyes, as if he hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time, was rambling on with instructions. "General Fak Wood, you are someone I strongly recommended, and I have high hopes for your abilities."

I even withheld the appointment of the Grand Master of the Imperial Eagle Knights, instead recommending you as the commander-in-chief of this war, because I believe you can bring me victory.

"This is not an order, but a plea from the Bonaparte Empire. This battle is far too important for us."

Only by capturing the industry and talent of Flower Territory and successfully replicating it can we reverse the tide of battle and seize an opportunity.

"However, although I have never met Luo Yi, this illegitimate child, there are very detailed documents on my desk."
I've looked at it many, many times, and the more I look at it, the more I feel that this child has extraordinary abilities.

Therefore, you must not be careless in this battle!

"I need you to treat this enemy the same way you treat me."

"Give him no chance to retaliate. If necessary, we can also join forces or compromise with the other two great empires."

He seemed to be getting old, and he kept rambling on and on, which was quite annoying, but the person listening to his teachings did not show the slightest impatience.

He was a middle-aged general with a thin face and slightly high cheekbones, wearing a crisp military uniform.

Even just standing there, he reeked of blood and gunpowder.

His hand was always on the hilt of his sword at his waist, as if he could unleash a powerful aura blade at any moment.

However, even someone as strong and proud as him bowed his head before the swollen old man.

That's because this seemingly unremarkable old man is a remarkable figure who managed to maintain an undefeated situation despite the technological gap in weaponry and manpower, and the loss of half of his territory.

Bonaparte's Empire, Marshal Joffre!

At this moment, the perspective shifts, revealing countless warships from Sardinia arrayed in an orderly fashion on the vast sea where the sky meets the ocean.
As you can see, long lines of soldiers boarded the warships.

In the sky, giant eagles with wingspans of over ten meters soared, occasionally letting out long cries.
Or it might swoop down, skim across the sea, and then soar into the sky, its talons already clutching the catch.

On another warship, the cries of deer could be heard continuously, and one could see a group of robust rock deer, restlessly swinging their front hooves, making a clanging sound.

……

The Principality of Normandy

Marquisate of Carlisle, Grey Castle.

This is the heart of the Carlisle family's territory, but at this moment, even Marquis Carlisle himself is confined to one place, only able to stare intently at the busy mages before him, daring not to do anything.

Before him stood at least six fourth-tier Cataclysm mages, each occupying a corner. The surging magic power spread across the sky, vaguely forming a six-pointed star magic circle, seemingly isolating this area from the world.

Then, dozens or even hundreds of magicians were busy there, drawing magic circles, inscribing magic runes, placing materials, and outlining the structure, working with great enthusiasm.

They had clearly cooperated many times and were very disciplined; although it looked chaotic, there was order within the chaos.

By the time they finished their work, a huge crescent-shaped moon gate had appeared, and the magic power of the six Calamity Mages was suddenly poured in, activating it little by little.

Then, one after another, the demonic runes lit up, eventually transforming into a black abyss as vast as the sea.

It was clearly a moon gate erected out of thin air, but inside it was pitch black, like an eternal night.

Until, a ripple spread from the center, transforming into waves that spread throughout the entire moon gate.

Then, a ferocious head covered in scales emerged, its eyes red, looking around with a palpable sense of murderous intent.

Its body is enormous, covered in grayish-brown scales, and its four hooves are covered in sharp claws, leaving cracks in the ground with every step.

And on its back is a fierce knight, like a king.

He wore a bearskin cloak with no undergarments, revealing his muscular chest and well-defined abdominal muscles.

His hair was wild and unruly, his eyes were arrogant and defiant, and his gaze swept around as if looking at everyone, yet he completely ignored them, showing utter contempt as if they were dirt.

He strode forward towards the Flame Prison Komodo Beast, leaped over it, and took up a high position. He looked around as if he were on guard against everyone.

Following him came the powerful Infernal Knights, who filed out one after another; the rugged Slavs, who unleashed their auras without restraint; and countless soldiers, armed and ready to die.

The Slavic Empire was ultimately too far from the Land of Flowers. If they were to travel across the various countries of the Old World to reach their destination, it would be too late.

Therefore, they deployed the most skilled magic array mage, the Calamity Mage, to set up this large-scale long-range teleportation magic array.

As for why this gray castle was chosen?

Of course, it's because this is the heart of the Carlisle family's territory, and it's safe enough.

However, Slavs didn't like to carry much baggage in battle; they always looted wherever they went.

Therefore, the Marquisate of Carlisle suffered greatly. As they traveled westward, everything they passed through was looted, slaughtered, and burned.

As for Marquis Carlisle's protest, it was ignored by the Allied high command!
Earl Wick, however, was the most astute. He cleared a straight path as quickly as possible and prepared plenty of food, meat, and wine along the way.

They were so sensible that even the Knights of the Infernal City felt embarrassed to rob them.

Their ultimate goal was none other than Frostmoon Canyon.

At this point, the three major powers of the coalition each dispatched their troops, and almost simultaneously, they were about to land in Flower Territory.

As soon as the troops pointed, it was as if the autumn wind was sweeping away fallen leaves, and the killing intent filled the sky!
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This chapter was written in my spare time. I originally planned to finish it late last night, but even after downing a Red Bull, I couldn't resist the sleepiness.

I just finished making the changes, please forgive me!

(End of this chapter)