Fairy Tale: Little Red Riding Hood's Wolf Mentor

Chapter 188 King Wither
Surrounded by dark clouds, in the deepest part of the Weser Kingdom's expeditionary fleet, there is the largest flying ship.

It can almost be called a fortress floating in the sky. The walls are engraved with complex and inverted patterns, and the colors are peacock-like and extremely flamboyant.

Its entire lower half is carved from a pitch-black stone.

It's like some kind of... special magnet transformed by magic, allowing the entire spaceship to float in the sky.

But the most oppressive thing is the gun muzzles distributed around the flying ship, like countless eyes, and the number may even reach thousands!
This is not a small number. On this battlefield, the Kingdom of Weser, the overlord that has conquered countless countries, has only tens of thousands of troops.

Deep inside the flagship of the Zhengtian Fleet, there is a brightly lit room.

"Your Majesty, another 42 laborers died of overwork today. Over 300 laborers or slaves in the Western Army have gone on strike because of this. They demand a break..."

A messenger half-knelt before King Weiser and reported word by word.

But King Weiser on the throne became more and more impatient as he listened, frowning and directly stopped the messenger's words:
"What's going on?! You still need to ask me about this? So many people, are they just eating for free?"

Upon hearing this, the messenger's entire body was drenched in cold sweat, but he remained kneeling on the ground, muttering a few words, "I hope your Excellency will... make it clear."

“Just like before, dying of exhaustion is their sacrifice for the Kingdom of Weiser, and they should be honored for it—don’t bother with them.

As for those who dare to strike? Ha, if they don’t want to contribute to the Kingdom of Weser—then they are traitors to the Kingdom of Weser! "

King Weiser sneered, then continued without hesitation, "Capture a few, find a few of the leaders, threaten their families, and still dare to go on strike—they will be executed by slow slicing in front of everyone else!"

Hearing King Weiser's light words, the messenger didn't dare to say a word and left as if he was running for his life.

Following the messenger came an officer in black armor, his face also showing a bit of solemnity:

"Your Majesty, we've received intelligence reports from behind us, from the remaining capital of the Bell Kingdom, that the people there have started a rebellion... We don't have enough troops to suppress it. Should I bring some troops back to provide support?"

The officer bowed and asked uneasily.

"Rebellion? It seems that my previous method of conquering the capital of Bell was too gentle, causing many people to escape. As a result, some suicidal guys thought that the absence of the army would allow them to make some small moves."

A hint of murderous intent flashed in King Weiser's eyes. He fumbled for the long sword at his waist and sneered, "You don't need to go back for help. Just destroy the Goethe Kingdom first, and it won't be too late to go back later—"

How can those guys with hoes and clubs stand against my Sky Conqueror Fleet?"

As he spoke, King Weiser turned his gaze to an extremely detailed map on the wall not far away. On it were marked the areas around the Kingdom of Weiser, with many arrows extending outwards.

These are the targets that the Weser Kingdom army is advancing to conquer.

The nearest one, surrounded by several arrows, has the words "Goethe's Kingdom" written on it.

"As for the Goethe Kingdom, I have to learn a lesson. I can't be too lenient this time—

When the country is destroyed, their generals, kings, and other ministers will all be captured and tortured to death. Even their corpses will be strung up on wooden stakes and stuck next to the city.

In this way, those foolish people will see and know the consequences of disobeying me!
Oh, and I heard that... the Kingdom of Goethe is the most prosperous country? Humph, when those people see these ruins, they will know that the Kingdom of Weiser is the most powerful in the world!

The general of the Weiser Kingdom opened his mouth, but lowered his head, nodded and said:

"Your Majesty is wise!"

King Weiser licked his lips as he spoke. He picked up a glass of red wine from the table beside him and shook it gently. It was like blood, which made him feel sincerely comfortable.
“Remember, those who are foolish and cowardly only fear the strong.

In the entire world, I am the only true king. The others, those weaklings who only look strong but are weak inside and also want to be king, can only be conquered by me one by one, and then, out of fear, crawl at my feet...

Strength and army are the most essential things. Born as a king, I only need to conquer.

And the weak ones—they will surrender!"

"I understand, Your Majesty. I will publicize your majesty and make everyone tremble at your name!"

Watch the general salute and retreat.

King Weiser felt a little bored. Since the appearance of the Sky Expedition Fleet, he had never encountered any opponent, and the armies of all countries collapsed easily.

No country has the ability to resist at all.

He had no doubt that today's Goethe Kingdom would perish like other countries before it.

His ambition has already begun to rise above the ground.

"Conquer, conquer, I will conquer many people, no—not just people, but also..."

The king murmured, his eyes moving to the wall, next to the map, there was a tattered painting, the painting depicted something that could be seen in most churches - a portrait of God and an angel.

King Weiser took out a knife from his waist and threw it at the portrait quickly!
The flying knife was inserted into the center of the portrait, filling another gap.

"Call Maester Geo."

He suddenly spoke, and a guard outside the door murmured a yes and turned to leave.

After a while, the guard returned to the room, this time with a strange-looking man.

And this man is the "Mr. Geo" mentioned by King Weiser.

His body was staggering, and he was almost dragged by the guards as he staggered into the room. He tilted his head, wore a monocle, and looked crookedly at the sky with his eyes.

He was wearing a dark blue robe embroidered with many patterns of stars, sun and moon.

"My Grand Maester, have you found the gate to heaven for me?"

King Wither asked.

But who knew that the scholar seemed not to have heard it, his eyes were blank, and he still maintained that strange posture.

King Weiser showed a hint of impatience in his eyes, but he rarely showed much murderous intent. He just coldly ordered the guards who were dragging Maester Geo:

"Let my Grand Maester wake up."

The guard had obviously done this many times. After hearing King Weiser's words, he raised his hand without hesitation and slapped the "Grand Secretary" next to him!

"Snapped!"

The next moment, the university scholar straightened his head and turned his eyes back.

"Oh, oh, sorry, Your Majesty. I was just... too engrossed in my thoughts."

"Well, how did you calculate the location of Heaven's Gate?"

"Heaven……"

When the Grand Secretary heard this, he began to mumble some calculations or thoughts that no one else could understand...

However, when he noticed the cold light of the sword in the hand of King Weiser opposite him, he shuddered and quickly came to his senses.

"Soon...soon, Your Majesty, it will take three years...no, one year, within a year, I can calculate it! As long as your fleet arrives there, you can obtain the power of God——"

King Wether was delighted when he heard the Grand Maester's answer. "By then, I will conquer Heaven and sit on the throne of the Emperor of Heaven. My fleet will conquer everything—even those legendary angels or gods!"

Thinking of this, King Weser's expression became more and more proud. In his eyes, the war to destroy the Kingdom of Goethe had become as easy as eating and drinking.

But at this moment, another messenger entered the room and interrupted King Wether's fantasy:
"Your Majesty, those Goths took the initiative and attacked our army."

"Huh? Rushing out of the city?!" King Weiser was stunned.

"Yes, it should be all the troops in their city. Their king is also in that army."

"Are they stupid?"

King Weiser sneered after hearing this. "Thinking there's no hope, they're going to die? Then let them do it!"

"Your Majesty, after observation, I find that they seem somewhat unusual. They are all wearing a kind of shimmering golden armor... and they seem to be heading straight this way."

"so what?"

King Weiser, however, was unconcerned. "It's just a last-ditch struggle before destruction. So what if it's magic? Those kingdoms all claimed to have powerful magicians in their own countries—"

In the end, weren't they completely slaughtered by my Sky Conquering Fleet?"

"So, Your Majesty..."

"If they want to die, kill them, then massacre the city, just like you did before—Are you all useless? Don't you remember this?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

……

"Boom—boom—boom—"

One shell after another streaked across the sky, raising plumes of dust on the ground.

The cavalry of the Goethe Kingdom galloped on the battlefield, and behind them, the running soldiers also roared and ran under the artillery fire.

These shells falling from high altitude were something they had never seen before.

Every shell that hit the ground made a thunderous sound.

"kill!"

But there was a gleam in the eyes of these soldiers. These weapons they had never seen before could no longer take away any of their courage.

Many soldiers were blown away by the shells.

But with the blessing of the Happy Prince, the soldiers who were still able to move struggled to get up and move forward. Their wounds healed rapidly, and great pain burst out from the wounds.

But they gritted their teeth and no one gave up.

"Drive those invaders out of our land!"

After the bombardment, what came towards them was a rain of arrows from the Kingdom of Weser. The whistling arrows covered the sky and shot at the golden armor and shields of the Goethe soldiers, making crisp "bang bang" sounds.

Occasionally, a sharp arrow would fly straight in and pierce the warrior's flesh.

They roared, grabbed the arrow, pulled it out of the wound, and threw it on the ground with a drop of blood!
Seeing this scene, the Weiser soldiers on the opposite side couldn't help but show horror on their faces -

"Are those Goethe soldiers all monsters?!"

The distance was rapidly shortened, the archers retreated, and the cavalry of the Kingdom of Weser stood out. Their number was almost ten times that of Goethe's cavalry. Their black armor made them look like a pack of dark wolves.

The sound of horse hooves hit the ground like drumbeats.

Afterwards, the two armies met.

At the front, the Happy Prince's chariot was leading the way. He looked at the flashes of swords and sabers mixed with blood mist and cold air in front of him. On the hilt of the sword in his hand, the red gem was flashing with a dazzling light.

To be exact, this will be the Happy Prince's first kill.

But he had already prepared for it—

The sword flashed and blood splattered.

The golden army, like a beam of light shooting into the darkness, quickly pierced through the enemy.

With the blessing of the Happy Prince, every warrior of Goethe's Kingdom charged forward without fear of death. Even when the sharp blades shattered their golden armor and left deep scratches on their bodies that could be seen to the bone, they did not retreat at all.

Even if they fell to the ground with broken bones and tendons, they would use their last bit of strength to swing their weapons, even wriggling, trying their best to kill the enemy.

For every Goethe soldier who died, a dozen Weiser soldiers were killed.

"These Goetheans have magic!"

"They're crazy!"

Looking at the Goethe soldier whose armor was finally broken and scarred, the wound healed in the green light.

Many Weiser soldiers looked horrified and kept retreating.

Their army formation began to fall into chaos, and taking advantage of this opportunity, Goethe's army was able to advance straight ahead, with the tip of their swords pointing directly under the flagship of the Zhengtian flying ship!
……

"Your Majesty, the magic of those Goths is too strong. Even with bombs, it's difficult to kill them... They're already below us. Should we drive the flagship away..."

On the flagship of the Sky Expedition Fleet, a general took a secret report from the eagle's claws and reported it to King Weiser.

"No matter how strong they are, there are only a few of them. If you can kill one, you can't kill the second? Can't you kill the third? And they're right below us? Can they grow wings?"

King Weiser sneered and gave the order, "Isn't it just right down there? Are there enough kerosene barrels on the ship? Throw them down—and burn them to death!"

"But our soldiers are still fighting down there..."

"If you can't even stop the people, then burn them all to death!"

After that, in the sky, the flying ships of the Weser Kingdom began to drop burning oil barrels, and for a moment, flames broke out everywhere!
But the number of Weser soldiers burned to death was far greater than that of Goethe's soldiers.

"It's so heartbreaking!"

But in the flames, the Happy Prince was unharmed. He waved his sword, and the flames around him were instantly flattened and extinguished by the invisible wind pressure.

Then, he raised his sword high and pointed it at the flying ship above his head:
"Start boarding—"

The next moment, in the raging fire, wings appeared behind all the Goethe soldiers, driving their bodies and charging upwards like lightning!
To prevent King Weiser from escaping, each of them had only just now revealed their ability to fly!
Not only that, on the ground, a vine penetrated the blood-soaked soil and extended straight upwards - in just a moment, it reached the sky where the flying ship was.

Vines spread and tore around the ship, drilling into every accessible hole.

In a flash, the flagship of the Zhengtian flying ship was fixed in the sky and could no longer move at all!
(End of this chapter)