Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Tobias took it, turned to the first page, and led the two toward a Morning Star transport vehicle in the last row.

A middle-aged man stood in front of the vehicle, wearing dark leather armor and a badge of the Golden Adventurer Guild pinned to his chest.

Ten team members, both men and women, stood behind him, all with tense expressions.

Tobias glanced at the names on the registration form, then looked up at the person.

"team leader?"

"Yes, it's me."

The middle-aged man's voice was strained, and his back involuntarily bent down.

Tobias nodded, his gaze shifting to the "Legendary Team Leader" section on the registration form.

There was a name written there, followed by the rank: Legendary Lower Rank.

"What about the legend?"

The middle-aged man quickly turned to the side and pointed to the side of the carriage.

An elderly man in a gray robe leaned against the wheel, arms crossed, eyes closed, as if asleep.

Tobias merely glanced at the other party to confirm their strength, and then said nothing more.

The staff provided a map of the transportation routes.

He then walked to the side of the transport vehicle and squatted down.

He supported the crossbeam under the car with one hand, his arm muscles bulging.

One corner of the 100-ton transport vehicle was slowly lifted off the ground, about two inches off.

He paused for two seconds, then gently put it down.

The car body landed back on the ground with a dull thud and remained motionless.

Tobias stood up, dusted off his hands, and nodded to the recorder.

"Passed."

The middle-aged man's shoulders visibly relaxed, and the team members behind him breathed a sigh of relief. Someone whispered, "Thank you, sir."

Tobias didn't look at them again and led the two to the next vehicle.

The second, the third, the fourth.

He checked them one by one.

At each vehicle, staff handed out registration forms.

He verified the captain's identity, the legendary leader, and provided the golden route. Then he squatted down, lifted the corner of the car with one hand, and estimated its weight.

Their movements became more and more skillful, and faster and faster.

The extraordinary contestants treated him with utmost respect, addressing him as "Sir" repeatedly and bowing lower than the next.

Some of the legendary tour leaders leaned against the wheels with their eyes closed to rest, some stood in the shadows of the carriage smoking, and some simply sat in the driver's seat reading a book.

When Tobias walked over, they didn't even bother to lift their eyelids.

Tobias didn't care. After checking the registration form, he lifted the corner of his car to confirm that everything was correct, and then turned and left.

Haoyue underwent the same inspection, the only difference being that Tobias used all his strength, along with two other legendary warriors, to lift the thousand-ton transport vehicle.

After all the transport vehicles on site have been inspected.

Tobias took the last two registration forms from the staff and stood in front of the Sun-class berth.

The empty, star-studded stone ground gleamed blindingly white in the sunlight.

He looked down at the two registration forms in his hand.

The first sheet was made of thick paper with gold foil patterns on the edges. The handwriting was neat and beautiful, and even the signature was outlined with gold powder.

The team members listed on the registration form are incredibly strong.

One legendary upper-rank mage specializing in dark magic, two legendary mid-rank assassins, seven well-equipped extraordinary upper-rank warriors and mages, and one high-ranking soul mage.

This configuration is enough to crush all the Bright Moon transport teams.

Even under the scorching sun of past dynasties, it can still reach a moderate level.

And the other application form...

They used the guild's standard registration form, which was brand new and had no extra decorations.

Their strength is average, meeting the standards of Lieyang.

However... the special notes made Tobias believe without a doubt that it was a prank.

He was someone who was ignorant and arrogant, probably drunk, and ended up throwing in an application form.

But he still allowed the application form to eventually be sent here.

The leak of intelligence from the Alliance Council led to a 50% drop in the number of transport teams that signed up this year.

Although it wasn't his fault, it didn't stop him from feeling extremely uneasy.

To make the data look better, he had no choice but to use these almost ridiculous application forms to make up the numbers.

Tobias crumpled the brand-new application form into a ball and stuffed it into his sleeve.

Then, holding the gold-embossed registration form, he turned around and walked towards the podium.

My pace was much faster than when I came.

Once on the podium, he handed the registration form to Aldrick, bowed slightly, and spoke respectfully.

"Deputy Chief of Staff, all transport vehicles have been inspected."

"The Sun-level participating team... is not present."

He paused.

"Shall we begin the selection process?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tobias remained bowed, awaiting orders.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

no respond.

Tobias's forehead began to sweat.

He thought he had done something wrong and his mind raced back to every step he had just taken.

Verify identity, confirm legend, issue gold roadmap, check weight...

Every step was done according to the rules, and there were no mistakes.

He cautiously lifted his eyelids and stole a glance at Aldrich.

The deputy chief of staff did not look at him.

Aldrick's gaze passed over him, over the transport vehicles that had already been inspected on the docking platform, over the dense crowd in the stands, and looked toward the direction of Bronze Gate City.

The same applies to Turan.

Those eyes, which had always been indifferent, narrowed at this moment, gazing in the same direction.

Tobias paused for a moment.

He turned his head in the direction the two were looking.

On the towering wall, hundreds of meters high, a strangely shaped object, its features obscured by steam, was slowly flying towards the venue.

It's not fast.

It flew from afar, over the high wall, and over the stands, swirling in the air with a huge amount of mist before falling towards the dock.

Everyone looked toward the strange object that was flying towards them.

There, at the location of the Lieyang Transportation Team, could be seen.

one……

It was completely black, covered in messy hammer marks, and the front of the vehicle had a large horn...

It lay there quietly, looking as ugly as a train assembled from a pile of melted-down scrap metal.

The ugly transport vehicle that suddenly appeared attracted everyone's attention.

It seems to be a transport vehicle that was only brought in temporarily.

On the podium, Tobias stared wide-eyed.

He just checked the number of participants and it was correct, so why is there still a transport truck coming at this time?

He looked at the location where the other vehicle was parked; it was a Sun-class vessel.

My eyelids are twitching uncontrollably.

Could it be...?

Several figures jumped off the train.

The leader was a young mage with black hair and black eyes. His robes were dusty and covered in dirt and oil stains, and there were still traces of ash on his face.

He was followed by four people.

A half-mage with short, silver-white hair, two half-magic assassins in dark leather armor, and a masked, burly knight.

The group walked across the dock and onto the podium.

The black-haired monk stopped, placed his right hand on his chest, and bowed slightly, performing a standard monk's salute.

"Your Excellency Vice President, Your Excellency Minister, Your Excellency Branch President."

"I didn't arrive early because of time constraints."

His voice wasn't loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.

"We're not late, are we?"

No one answered him.

Because everyone's eyes were fixed on him.

It was fixed on those three pairs of blood-red eyes that were completely exposed.

Half-demon.

The whispers in the stands stopped abruptly.

The staff on the docking platform were frozen in place.

Even the legendary team leaders who had been resting by the wheels with their eyes closed opened their eyes.

The air felt frozen.