Magic Industrial Age.

Chapter 500, Section 498: How Can He Survive? (Please Subscribe)

A moment later, Lord Robin Water, the Imperial Ambassador, left. He had arrived in high spirits, but left with a worried expression.

Tanks for airplanes?!

This matter was far beyond his authority, and he could even imagine the uproar it would cause if the news reached the country.

The replacement of high-end technologies will inevitably infringe on the interests of some people, which will likely provoke a lot of angry reactions.

But from his perspective, he actually felt that Luo Yi did the right thing.

After all, some members of the cabinet didn't behave well when the Flower Territory was attacked.

He only recently learned that it wasn't just the three leaders of the coalition who coveted the flowers, but also some people in the cabinet.

There's no way around it, the Flower Clan is too wealthy, and a large portion of their wealth is even deposited in the Seven Gods Bank, a sum that's enough to make anyone lose their mind.

At this point, their plan failed, and the Flower Clan even turned the tables on them. And they still want the Magic Tank?

It's quite reasonable for Luo Yi to agree.

Of course, Luo Yi was quite kind.

While the general direction remained uncertain, Luo Yi provided him with specific information and test data regarding the first generation of the Land Warfare King.

With this information, he could report back to the Imperial Cabinet, and the intelligence department would have to take credit for him.

Right after Lord Robin Waters left, Roy returned to his desk and sat down, his smile fading and his expression becoming increasingly serious.

The war was won, but compared to the complex situation, the challenges have only just begun.

Even he found these complicated and trivial matters extremely troublesome.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind, smoothing the wrinkles on Luo Yi's brow and massaging his temples.

Lilia said softly, "Loy, take care of yourself and don't overwork yourself."

Luo Yi said, "It's hard work, of course it's hard work!"

Sometimes I think, if I hadn't left Auckland, hadn't taken over the mess that was the Flower Family, and hadn't gotten involved in all this chaos...

How carefree and leisurely life must be now!

Lilia countered, "What if time could be reversed, and you could choose again?"

"I'm afraid I'll come back and walk down this path again."

Lilia rolled her eyes and said, "If that's the case, what's there to be conflicted about?"

"People always imagine all sorts of possibilities, fantasizing that the path they didn't take might be better."
Everyone has an escapist tendency, and I'm no exception.

However, thinking about it is enough; there's really no need to regret it.

After a pause, Luo Yi added, "If we hadn't taken this path, we wouldn't have been qualified to have so many cultivation resources, let alone be able to cultivate so quickly."

Lilia added, "But you're fighting the three giants on one side, and you've offended the Habsburg Empire on the other. Is it worth it?"

"There's nothing inappropriate about it. In the past, the flower shop prioritized business and valued harmony."

But after this battle, we can no longer be so 'weak'; advanced magical weapons can bridge the gap in numbers and territory.

With a sigh of relief, Luo Yi continued, "We can now face all the nations of the Old World with a completely new attitude."

Seeing his confidence, Lilia stopped worrying and asked, "Have you thought about how to end this war?"

"This isn't up to me, but rather the three leaders of the coalition. Do they want reconciliation, or do they want to continue?"

At this point, Luo Yi's eyes became very serious and also very strange.

……

Castro Territory, a small town.

The roar of engines and the rolling of tracks came from afar, occasionally accompanied by the booming of artillery fire.

The earth trembled, and dust fell in clumps from the underground shelters.

This made the two third-tier transcendent mages turn pale, but they dared not pause for a moment.

The surging magic flowed into the magic mirror, causing it to light up and eventually reveal a human figure.

He was a chubby old man with a signature thick beard that curled up at both ends like a small boat.

His eyes were noticeably puffy, as if he hadn't slept well for many days, but his eyes were still bright and piercing, and when he looked into someone's eyes, they carried a stern and imposing presence.

"Marshal Joffre, can you tell me what that steel monster is?"

General Fak Wood’s voice rang out, hoarse and deep.

Looking at his face now, "dusty and disheveled" is an understatement. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with exhaustion, sadness, and resentment.

"Tanks, magic tanks, a type of war weapon never seen before."

Powered by magic crystals and forged from refined steel, it is virtually immune to most physical and magical attacks.

Its main cannon's power is so great that even a fourth-tier Cataclysm would be injured and cough up blood if it were directly hit. If it weren't for its lack of mobility, preventing it from quickly locking onto targets in the sky, even Cataclysm powerhouses would have to be wary.

Fak Wood continued, "Even so, on the ground battlefield, it remains almost invincible."

Unless we're extremely lucky and the shell hits us head-on, we simply can't find any means to contain or destroy it.

Marshal Xiafei spoke again: "It's not entirely without a solution. According to the research of the royal mages, magic with negative damage or special effects should be able to play a good role in countering it."

If you disable them, they're just lumps of iron!

General Fak Wood, as if he had heard good news, asked with a hopeful expression, "So, the Empire is preparing to support me with more mages?"

"not at all!"

"why?"

"The Habsburg Empire has intensified its offensive, and the frontal defenses are under strain, making it impossible to spare any manpower."

Moreover, these are merely speculations by the Royal Mage Order; they have not been tested in practice, and no one knows their specific effects.

"So, the main battlefield still can't contain them, right?" Marshal Xiafei paused for a moment before saying, "That bastard calls it the King of Land Warfare, stealing the title that once belonged to the Behemoth. What do you think?"

"King of Land Warfare? King of Land Warfare!!! Even at its strongest, the Orc Empire probably couldn't field more than a hundred Behemoths."

How did I end up running into this?

Fak Wood's expression was one of extreme grief and indignation, his eyes were red, and he was even on the verge of tears: "Marshal, Marshal, you entrusted me with tens of thousands of soldiers, but now, the Empire's 13th Division has less than four thousand men left."

I am truly, truly ashamed of your high regard, ashamed of the empire's nurturing. I, I, I deserve to die!

His cries were truly heartfelt, each one a lament of blood.

As if to accompany the music, a shell landed nearby, its roar sending ripples through the earth and causing it to tremble.

The magic mirror almost failed to maintain its function. The two third-tier mages turned pale, but in a moment of panic, they managed to keep it in place.

On the other side, Marshal Xiafei was also shocked and said, "Fuck, you have done very well. Even if I were in your position, I wouldn't dare to say that I did better than you."

While you still have four thousand men, your other two companions have been completely wiped out.

"Gah..."

Fak Wood stopped crying, blinked, and asked, "They're all gone?"

"Hovan Xavier surrendered, he surrendered voluntarily. If he had been any slower, he would have died. Most of his men were killed, and fewer than two thousand were captured."

"So cruel?"

"Is that all you've got? You have no idea how miserable the Slavs are."

Because he provoked Lloyd, Duke Aquinas Graham had his neck snapped.

The Infernal Knights, one of the ten great knight orders of the Old World, were completely wiped out. All of their hundreds of extraordinary knights perished. Even if the Tsar provided sufficient resources to rebuild them, it would still take at least a hundred years.

But in this era, is it still necessary?

"Therefore, the Knights of the Infernal City have been completely wiped out. This long-standing knightly order has had its designation erased!"

"Tens of thousands of soldiers from the 113th Division also died. They didn't even take prisoners. The reason given was that the Slavs burned, killed, and looted; they were inhuman and deserved to die."

Even Marshal Joffre's expression turned grave as he said this: "That kid is using the Slavs to establish his authority!"
But I must say, the results were quite good.

In the Old World today, everyone knows that bastard son is capable of anything when he goes crazy!

Hearing this, Falk Wood felt much better. Although he had also suffered heavy losses, his performance was quite outstanding compared to his peers.

Marshal Xiafei, clearly aware of his subordinates' nature, immediately said, "Don't worry, no one will dare to hold you accountable after you return."

Even His Majesty praised your outstanding abilities after learning of your achievements.

This made Fak Wood feel even better, like a sunny day turning cloudy.

However, after a moment's thought, he said with a bitter face, "Marshal, what should I do now?"

"At Crab Island Fishing Port on the shore of Silver Sea, ships are ready. You will board the warships directly and return home to recuperate."

"But is this all we're going to do?"

"Forget it? No, no, no, it's impossible to forget it?"

"So, the Empire has plans for the future?"

"You shouldn't know the specifics, but think about it, the original Flower Territory has already been coveted by others."

Now that the magic tank has been revealed, doesn't that make some people even more uneasy?

Fak Wood paused, as if he had thought of something, and asked, "Are you talking about those methods that exceed the limits?"

"I didn't say anything, and you didn't hear anything either. Let's just wait and see how things develop."

Well then, let's wait and see!

"That's good, that's good!"

"Fak Wood?"

"Your Excellency Marshal, I am here!"

"Live well, there's still a stage for you to show your talents in China, don't die easily."

"Yes!"

……

At the Mirror of Kings, the three emperors gathered again for another meeting.

This time, however, they were no longer as calm as before; instead, they appeared quite agitated.

"Kill him! I must kill him! Otherwise, I am not the Tsar! A bastard dares to provoke me! I will kill him! Die! Die, die, die, die, die!"

This was the roar of the Tsar, the sound waves so powerful that they even shook the very fabric of space.

"When has the great Queen Victoria ever suffered such humiliation? An ant, crushed to death is nothing!"

This was a noblewoman's declaration, relatively calm, yet the murderous intent in her tone seemed to fill the heavens and earth.

Faced with the outbursts of the two emperors, Bonaparte III's voice became softer: "I've heard that kid is quite strong, and has mastered several sacred techniques. He might not be easy to kill."

"Even so, he's only at the fourth rank. Facing a legendary expert, he'll still die!"

"One legend isn't enough, so we'll have two; two aren't enough, so we'll have three. I don't believe he'll never die."

"Vote."

"I agree, Bonaparte III, what about you?"

"I agree, Bonaparte III. Don't let me regret helping you!"

"Since you've all said that, what else can I say?"

"Then let's get moving! Everyone, let's get moving! I want to see how he's going to survive!"

(End of this chapter)