Your war hammer is too fake

"The economic base determines the superstructure. If the original manor-based small peasant economy collapses, such a drastic change is bound to rely on war to redistribute the pie, because the contradictions have become so acute that they cannot be resolved through negotiations. In other words, if we want to build a solid and reliable rear base for the empire and the old world, Bretonnia is the most suitable choice. Since civil war is inevitable, it is better to solve all problems at once to avoid suffering a second punishment."

"……Ugh."

"Speaking of which," An Jiyue glanced at Aiwen and decided to change the subject, "Have you read Atum's battle report and post-war summary? Can you give me a copy of the "too long" version? I've been busy lately and don't have time to read these things."

The group members were just ordinary people before they traveled through time, so it’s natural that they couldn’t write such highly professional documents. Therefore, this kind of things were actually written by the War Codex and then uploaded to the chat group... It only took a dozen points.

"Well, Atum successfully thwarted Blue Goo Goo's plan, but other than that, there was hardly any substantial gain," Evelyn thought about the contents of the file she had seen. "The Kobolds are really not worth playing with. Not only did Atum lose hundreds of thousands of points by not getting Angras's head, but he also exposed a trump card. Speaking of which, his transformed form is really strong. Even if demons these days are in energy-saving mode, it's still a bit exaggerated to knock down the chief demon with one encounter."

"When I went to negotiate with Namtaru before," An Jiyue paused delicately when mentioning a certain existence, "Atum showed me his transformation several times on the way. My personal evaluation is that he can even suppress you in that state. Fortunately, his transformation can only be used once a day, and each time is only three minutes, otherwise he would be really invincible."

"Really? Anyway, this battle was a loss overall. Atum didn't see the countless magical treasures in the legend. He sent people to search the entire floating city, but only found a few things. Although they were all good things, the number was too small. It's impossible that the floating city has been wandering around the world for a thousand years and only picked up these few things? What's more outrageous is that the scan results of the War Codex show that Carlos has kept these things as a backup. Fortunately, as long as there are points, the codex can purify them."

"What about the floating city itself?" An Jiyue asked. She didn't care about those magic treasures. Unless the magic items in the Warhammer world were extremely powerful or had special uses, she didn't think highly of them.

"It's ruined. Khorne's sword not only destroyed the rift, but probably because of the nature of divine power and the authority of the gods, the aftermath also destroyed the spell that Fozric cast on the floating city. Now this thing is just an ordinary building deeply corrupted by Chaos. Even if the corruption is purified, it is useless," Egwene said with regret. "This is the biggest loss. Not only is the floating city itself ruined, but the spell used to make it fly into the sky is also lost."

"That is to say, we put in so much effort but didn't achieve any of the main goals. Very good, I'll remember this grudge." The Jiedushi puffed up his face in dissatisfaction, which made Knight Lady want to poke him with her finger.

"Come to think of it, now that the rift is gone, you don't have to go to the badlands," Knight Princess forced herself to look away, "After things are over in Aldorf, where are you going to go first?"

"Of course I'm going to your house," An Jiyue replied, "It's time to deal with the affairs of the Mechanicus."

Chapter 443 The Real Treasure (Part 1)

Somewhere in the northern Badlands.

Gustav Winkler raised his head and wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. The hot sunlight at noon shone into the space through the narrow windows high on the wall, providing limited lighting for the former explorer and others present. Dust spun and danced in the slanted beam of light, and was then dispersed by the sudden airflow -

"There is no point in this." Ser Rodrick, who wore a tunic over his linen shirt but no armor, came forward with his sword slung over his shoulder. "They have already searched this place."

"His Majesty Atum's army may be brave warriors, but they are definitely not professional explorers," Gustav glared at the Holy Grail Knight and said unhappily, "According to my experience, if a treasure can be easily discovered, then it is not a treasure. I went to Lustria when I was young, and I believed the rumors at that time..."

"Gustav, you've said this many times," Ian put down the stick in his hand and interrupted the former explorer's long speech. "And that's not a rumor. Lustria is indeed rich in gold. Even ordinary soldiers of the Lizardmen can decorate their war sticks with gold. They even make armor with gold."

"Gold is very soft," Roderick looked at Ian, "How can it be used to make armor?"

"Golden armor is not used to resist swords and guns," the shadow wizard shook his head, "Lizardmen use this thing to resist magic. Gold has excellent magical conductivity. As long as you master the correct method, you can..."

The Shadow Mage was about to share some trivia about the Lizardmen when he was interrupted impatiently by the former explorer: "Stop for a minute, everyone! The Scholars' Salon ends here. My professional skills tell me that there is a treasure hidden nearby. Just find it." Gustav pointed at Roderick: "You can bargain with His Majesty Atum!"

Almost all the magic treasures collected by the floating city over the past thousand years were sacrificed by Carlos to the Chaos Realm itself to accelerate the magic ritual. However, the fate weaver still left a few things: whether it was the holy white sword pursued by the high elf expeditionary force, or the holy silver lance pursued by the Bretonnian expeditionary force, they were "coincidentally" among them.

According to the agreement between Atum and Settra, the ownership of the floating city belongs to Atum, and Atum can choose the spoils first. Although due to various reasons, this victory almost only brought victory itself, the Tomb Kings still distributed the few spoils in a serious manner under the auspices of Settra.

It is worth mentioning that the former allies who were fooled by Carlos did not die. Saleh, Mortensen and Lightbird all survived, although their subordinates were almost all killed: after defeating Druz and Skaven, before fighting against the Tomb Army, the coalition had less than 30,000 combatants and nearly 20,000 servants and slaves. When the demon army of the four gods came, the former could still pick up weapons and fight, while the latter could only be slaughtered by the demons.

Only a few hundred of the fifty thousand survivors survived. When the rift was destroyed by Khorne, who could not afford to play with it, and the demon army was automatically exiled, these people were just glad that they survived, but they were surrounded by the undead not long after.

After receiving the promise of guaranteeing their lives, the survivors chose to surrender under the leadership of Saleh. They needed to pay a large ransom to regain their freedom, which was Atum's suggestion - no one gained anything from this battle, and they did not find the legendary treasure in the floating city, and the psychological gap of the Tomb Kings was really a bit big.

Normally, it was fine to fight the greenskins who invaded the territory. There was no expectation, so there was no disappointment. However, this time, everyone came to eliminate the threat of the greenskins and for the rich spoils they imagined. Although Settra and Atum would get the lion's share, they could still get a share, right?

The ransom for the living is just a consolation prize, but at least it's better than nothing.

After dealing with all the post-war affairs, the lich priests also worked overtime to revive all their comrades who had died before. Originally, the Tomb Army was about to return victorious, but Atum suddenly proposed to hold a banquet: Lord Ka-Sabai told Settra and other priest kings that he had a way to make everyone taste the taste of food again.

This news caused a sensation among the Tomb Raiders. Now no one cared about the lack of loot. They just wanted to know how the hell they did it?!

——Although they have become undead, the Nehekhara people, at least those high-level undead who can afford the VIP services of the Mortuary Cult, still have most of their desires in life. It's a pity that the undead body is such an inconvenient thing. They can neither taste good food nor enjoy good wine. They can't even get hard when they are with beautiful women, after all, they have become dry.

For the Tomb Kings, the only desire that can be satisfied is war.

After learning that the Lion of No Crack had publicly promised to let them taste food again, even Bihodes, who had been sulking since his resurrection, came to visit Atum with urgently prepared gifts, wanting to know what method could solve this world-class problem. In response, the Great God of Bones mysteriously stated that the special food and drinks for the undead that he had ordered for this banquet were on the way, and everyone just had to wait patiently.

As soon as Artum sent away the Tomb Kings who were trying to get to the bottom of the matter, Sir Rodrick came over. The Holy Grail Knight's purpose was simple: he wanted the Holy Silver Lance.

This magical lance was crafted by Gilles le Batto the Unifier, the founding king of Bretonnia. It is said to be able to see into the most subtle greedy desires in a person's heart, so it can only be used by those with pure hearts. If someone who does not meet the requirements picks up this lance, they will be engulfed in a ball of white, blazing flames.

In contrast to its demanding usage requirements, the Holy Silver Lance's special ability is simply powerful: as long as the holder still has the blessing of the Lake God, all attacks from this lance are sure to hit.

After obtaining this trophy, Atum, who had the most suicidal spirit among all the Lords of the Holy Scriptures, immediately ordered Susayb to prepare water and sand, and asked the high priest Imhotep to stand by, and then he directly picked up the lance -

[Atum: Water is useless, sand is useless, and Imhotep, the Allied intelligence agent, is the most useless of all. ]

[Group leader #An Jiyue: ...Then how did you put out the fire? ]

[Atum: Hen~Shin! 】

If it weren't for the invincible transformation form, Atum would have to go to the Reed Plains (Note 1). It's hard to say whether other holy scripture masters can be resurrected if they die, after all, no one would try such a thing, but Atum can indeed be resurrected because of his racial characteristics, and this resurrection doesn't even cost anything.

The white flames burned the platinum body of the eagle-headed man, but could not hurt Atum at all. The holy flames lasted for a short time before slowly weakening and finally extinguishing themselves, and Atum also ran out of time to transform.

When Sir Rodrik came to see Atum, the Holy Grail Knight found that the Priest King had changed into a new set of bandages. Some of the places not covered by the bandages looked black, as if they were overdone... Combining his own purpose, Sir Rodrik vaguely guessed the reason and said that he hoped Atum could return the sacred silver lance. In exchange, he was willing to guarantee as a living saint that Bretonnia would pay Atum a treasure that would satisfy him to compensate for the loss of the Priest King.

Big Bone naturally refused without hesitation. As early as when he acquired these things, Atum had already decided where the two magic items would go: the white sword could be sold to Dustan, and the lance to Egwene.

Well, Atum originally wanted to give it to the friend directly, and he didn't even consider asking for money from the group members. As a result, An Jiyue stopped him, and the dog group leader told Daguda seriously that ordinary small things could be given as gifts, for example, Morgan once gave An Jiyue a unicorn, but treasures of this level were too valuable, so it was better for brothers to settle accounts clearly.

The wizard and the knight were also happy to pay, mainly because the group members felt that Atum had made great efforts for the floating city, and the final result was just barely a break-even. As for how to set the price of these two items...

[Group leader #An Jiyue: The price of the White Sword in the tabletop rules is 60 points, and the Sacred Silver Lance is 65 points. If you want to trade, just multiply it by one thousand. If there are similar things in the future, follow this standard. ]

For those group members who traveled through time earlier, 2 to points is not a huge number. Besides, the items are indeed worth the price (Note ), and may even be underestimated.

As for Roderick's request, Atum felt that if he still had eyes, he would have rolled his eyes. For the Lords of the Holy Scriptures, only points were worthy of being called "money". In their eyes, gold, silver and jewelry were just a kind of resource, no different in essence from iron ingots, wood and food. Compared with points, worldly wealth was nothing special, not to mention that Atum himself doubted whether Sir Roderick could do what he promised.

"If you had a way to get the money, why would you need Gustav's funding?" asked the Priest King.

The Grail Knight had nothing to say about this.

……

Note 1: The Reed Plains, part of the underworld in ancient Egyptian mythology, is the final destination of the soul, but Nehekhara in Warhammer doesn't seem to have this thing.

Note 2: The reward for killing a big demon in this book is about 30 to 50 points.

Chapter 444 The Real Treasure (Part 2)

Sir Rodrick actually considered robbing it, even if he was alone.

No, from the Bretonnian point of view, this may not be called "robbing" but "taking back". After all, the Holy Silver Lance originally belonged to Bretonnia and was the precious legacy left to them by Gilles. However, let's not talk about how a lone Holy Grail Knight would take back the Holy Silver Lance from Atum who led a large army. Even if he succeeded, how would he bring the holy relic back? And how would he end up after offending the Nehekhara people?

Ka-Sabai is not a single force. As far as the Holy Grail Knights know, the Elector of Westland in the Empire and the people of Zhendan in the Three Rivers—well, they are all unfamiliar forces that Sir Rodrick, who has been away from home for three years, has never heard of—are all allies of the Bronze City. If it were a young and chivalrous knight, he might choose to act rashly first, but as a Holy Grail Knight, Rodrick would not and could not be so impulsive.

Faced with the current situation, any rational individual can conclude that it is not feasible to rob it by force. Sir Rodrick, who is not good at negotiation, can only bite the bullet and try to persuade Atum to return the Holy Silver Lance to Bretonnia. The Holy Grail Knight tried to use the origin of this holy object to prove that it naturally belongs to Bretonnia, but unfortunately Atum didn't buy it at all. The Priest King, who was annoyed, finally told Rodrick that there was already a buyer for this thing.

"I must go with you to Marienburg," the Grail Knight said to Gustav and Ian, "I must meet with Countess Egwene and ask her to return the relic."

"Why should Lady Egwene return the things to you? Even I have heard about how you treated her!" Gustav said, wiping his forehead again. Since entering this room, the hot and humid environment has caused him to sweat non-stop: "I will never understand what you Bretonnians are thinking. Lady Egwene's bravery is as unquestionable as her beauty, and you say that women can't be knights? Ha!"

Unlike Bretonnia, where male chauvinism prevails and women are extremely disgusted with "doing men's work", the Empire has achieved true gender equality to some extent: the Empire not only has female soldiers, female officers, and female electors, but also female combat priests and female witch hunters. As long as you are good enough in fighting, the Imperials don't care about your gender.

The fact that Huameis de Lioness was able to become a knight and even a duke who ruled a principality was essentially endorsed by theocracy. The life experience of this Warhammer Joan of Arc is not replicable. If it were the empire next door, this matter would not need to be so complicated at all, as long as the person involved's military strength met the standard.

The reason why female soldiers and officers are rare in the Empire is because human women are physiologically unsuitable for combat, not because the Imperial Army has gender bias against them.

"...I'm sorry for what happened to the Richelieu family," Sir Rodrick said dryly after a moment of silence in the face of Gustav's ridicule, "but 'misfortune' cannot be an excuse for trampling on tradition. The reason why Bretonnia is peaceful and beautiful is precisely because..."

"Tranquility? Are you sure?" Ian, who was tapping the wall with a wooden stick, turned around and said, "Let's not talk about beauty first. Your country is about to break out in a civil war, and you still say it's peaceful..."

"What?!" The Holy Grail Knight looked at the Shadow Mage in disbelief. The next moment, Roderick appeared in front of Ian as if he had teleported, and put his hands on his shoulders: "Civil war? How is this possible? Who wants to start a civil war?!"

The Shadow Mage responded with a muffled scream. "Let him go!" Gustav drew his revolver reflexively and pointed it at the Holy Grail Knight, while his mercenary bodyguard did the same thing.

"I, I'm sorry," Sir Roderick let go of his hand somewhat at a loss, "I didn't mean to..."

Ian stumbled back a step, his back hitting the wall. His hands drooped unnaturally, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead because of the pain: "Go find them, there are doctors in His Majesty Atum's army, hurry! Hiss~ <Marienburg swear>!"

Upon hearing this, a Tyrell mercenary immediately put away his weapon and rushed out of the semi-basement. The others, including Gustav, continued to point various weapons at Sir Rodrick. If he hadn't been worried that his group would probably not be able to defeat the other party even if they attacked together, the former explorer felt that he might have pulled the trigger long ago.

"Stay there!" Gustav heard himself shouting in a trembling voice, "Stay away from him!"

Rodrick raised his hands above his head and retreated to the corner. Two Tyrell mercenaries trotted over and checked Ian, who was a little unsteady. "Damn, is this Bretonnian a troll?!" One of the mercenaries couldn't help but shout, "Boss, Ian's bones are probably broken...both shoulders."

"Is it fatal?" asked the Shadow Mage weakly.

"It looks like his lungs aren't injured," the mercenary who spoke earlier observed Ian's mouth, "not fatal."

"As long as we get to Xuanshui, they have plenty of ways to heal my wounds," Ian heaved a sigh of relief. "Gods be to you, I hate Bretonnians! Uh, except for Lady Egwene..."

“Forget it, let’s stop searching here for today,” Gustav scratched his cheek irritably, “Let the doctors treat you first when they come, and then we’ll go back to the camp… Sigma, why do the undead have doctors?!”

"His Majesty Atum even has a poison taster," Ian twitched his lips, not knowing whether it was because of pain or speechlessness. "Not only him, but all Tomb Kings have poison tasters, as well as various other useless servants."

Everyone waited in this semi-basement while complaining about Nehekhara's unique way of pretending to be alive. This is actually one of the eight magic towers in the floating city. To be more precise, it is the purple magic tower that controls the death wind Shash: all magic towers are painted in different colors to correspond to different magic winds.

The Blood God's sword not only destroyed the rift, but also destroyed the magic cast on the floating city. The eight magic towers appeared to be structurally intact, with no damage, but in fact the internal magic circuits were completely destroyed. If we use the human body as an analogy, it is equivalent to the body appearing intact at first glance, but at the microscopic level, all nerve cells have died.

After the battle, all the lich priests in the Tomb Raiders who were good at light magic held a magic ceremony together, channeling the power of the sun god Petra to purify the chaos corruption that had stained the floating city. Well, that being said, Petra's divine power only cleared away the traces of corruption on the surface, and it was actually Atum, the Lord of the Holy Scripture, who really worked.

After clearing the corruption, the priest kings sent people to search the floating city several times. Unfortunately, no matter how hard they tried, they only found a little bit of loot, and the legendary treasure was not seen at all.

After the undead accepted the reality with curses and withdrew the search team, Gustav, who had been worried that he would be punished for his incompetence, rushed into the floating city with his mercenary bodyguards, who had clearly experienced a big chaos but had not lost a single soldier, and tried to go back to his old job and use his "professional skills" as a former explorer. Ian and Roderick also followed.

The former was dragged here by Gustav, who was worried that there might be leftover magic traps, curses, ghosts and the like in the floating city, so he needed to find a professional spellcaster to help keep an eye on it; the latter came here on his own, as the Holy Grail Knight felt quite uncomfortable staying with the undead, and he had nothing else to do at the moment.

With a series of creaking sounds, the two skeleton chariots came to a steady stop outside the purple magic tower. The mercenary who had gone to call for help and a mummy doctor carrying a medicine box got off the chariots, while the charioteer who was driving the chariots remained in the chariots without moving.

"(Nehekhara) Does anyone need help?" The mummy doctor, with a slightly hunched back, asked with great joy: "Praise Geheb, someone finally needs my medical skills..." As he spoke, the doctor suddenly realized that no one among the living people present could speak Nehekhara, so he quickly changed to another language: "(Arabic) Are you the wounded?"

Ian was about to answer when he heard a long sigh. The Shadow Mage looked around and from the expressions on the other people's faces, they had heard it too.

Sighs echoed in the semi-basement at the bottom of the purple magic tower. Sir Roderick drew his sword and stood on guard. Everyone subconsciously moved closer to the Holy Grail Knight, and even the doctor was pulled over by Gustav.

As they watched nervously, the stone bricks forming the floor of the semi-basement suddenly "sank" in the center, revealing a narrow passage that sloped downward and could only accommodate one person. A cloud of dry dust gushed out from inside, faintly emitting a musty smell. Before the crowd looked at each other in bewilderment and went forward to check, a hoarse voice penetrated the smoke and dust and floated into the ears of every listener.

"(Rexpell) Hello, gentlemen," the voice said in a strange language that was obviously different from the current Rexpell, "I don't mean any harm."

After that, the room fell into an uncomfortable silence. After a moment, the voice spoke again: "I haven't spoken for a long time, I almost forgot all this..."

A skeleton wearing a rotten pointed hat and a tattered robe walked out of the flying dust and stood several meters away from the outsiders.

"Welcome to my city," the skeleton said. "I am Fuzzrek."

Chapter 445 Delivery

Xiao Yiyue stood on the navigation bridge of a Javelin-class gunboat with one hand on his waist.

Limited by the number of slipways and skilled workers, as well as the order for four Eclipse-class frigates built for the Zhemu Royal Court, the Swift-class frigates and the Military Horse-class light transport ships have not yet entered the dumpling stage. However, as the successor model of the Grasshopper, the production capacity of the Javelin-class gunboat has been steadily increasing. The Grasshopper-class gunboats serving in the Aurora Army will be transferred in batches to various human kingdoms in the Old World, especially Kislev, which cannot afford new goods and can only buy second-hand ships.

In recent months, the size of the Aurora Army Aviation has not expanded, but has shrunk: the Anxi Army Aviation and the Shuofang Army Aviation, the Aurora Army Aviation has a total of about 150 flying ships of various types, most of which are various variants of the Grasshopper. Now this number has been reduced to about 130, and the pattern of the Grasshopper family dominating the world has changed. Almost one-third of them have been replaced by the Javelin class.

The various grasshoppers cleared out from the Army Aviation were not all sold to the quasi-allies that were scheduled to join NATO. Whether in Sanhe Prefecture or Chengze Prefecture, the people had a very strong demand for this kind of transportation tool that could easily cross complex terrain and was not expensive to use. At least according to the news Xiao Yiyue saw in the official newspaper, there were businessmen in Sanhe Prefecture who were planning to set up a civilian shipyard and were thinking about building their own grasshopper-class transport boats. For this reason, Sanhe Prefecture was already considering setting up a special management office.

Of course, the anti-gravity engine is definitely a Class A controlled product, and the relevant technology cannot be opened to the public, at least not now. Now, apart from the Tianhe Shipyard and the less famous Jingning Repair Factory, only the Coast Heavy Industry in Marienburg has the ability to produce anti-gravity engines, and it is limited to the models used by the Grasshopper class.

Xiao Yiyue agreed with An Jiyue's decision to open the airship manufacturing industry to the public on a limited basis. Even though the two governors were the most thorough advocates of big government, they knew that the development of society and even the progress of the times could not be driven entirely by state power, and the lubrication and supplement of private capital was necessary. Anyway, as long as they grasped the technology and manufacturing of the anti-gravity engine, they didn't have to worry about the spread of things that shouldn't be spread.

"After all, in a place like Warhammer where there are many talented people and beautiful scenery, if we don't take strict measures, there will probably be air pirates." Xiao Yiyue said to himself.

Flying ships are not particularly rare in Warhammer: there were flying ships when the Nehekhara were still alive, and they were used to transport troops and supplies in the war against Nagash. However, these things are purely magical creations, essentially ordinary sailing ships that can fly, and it is difficult to produce them in large quantities and quickly.

In addition to the Nehekhara people, the Indians also have flying ships (Note 1), and the Spire City once had a small-scale sky fleet... Unfortunately, they were all destroyed by the Aurora Air Force. Whether it is the Nehekhara sky ship or the Indian products of the same type, a major feature of these magical wooden ships is that they are not specially designed for flying. The structure is still the shape of a surface ship, so much so that An Jiyue was too lazy to collect the wreckage to analyze the technology used on it -

After all, apart from the magic of levitation, this thing has no technical content at all.

The Indians' flying ships were large and small, but even the largest one barely reached the tonnage of a frigate. In comparison, although both were floating magic that sent people to the sky, Fuzrek's spell could make a small city fly. In the eyes of the Lords of the Holy Scriptures, this was truly amazing!

The group members were quite sorry that the floating city was completely scrapped and could not be analyzed. The anti-gravity engine invented by An Jiyue was more suitable for building "ships" rather than "cities" in terms of technical characteristics. As a machine, the anti-gravity engine needs continuous input of energy to produce the corresponding effect. If it needs to work for a long time, it also has to consider issues such as the service life of parts; and as long as the floating spell is successfully cast, it is equal to zero consumption before the spell's continuous effect ends.

The mass of a flying ship is relatively small, and it has to land and dock from time to time; no matter how small the mass of a floating city is, it is still a medium-sized aircraft carrier, and it has to float in the sky all the time if nothing happens. If an anti-gravity engine is used to build a floating city, the energy supply problem alone is enough to be a headache, not to mention other things.

The gunboat under his feet began to slow down and lower its altitude. Xiao Yiyue heard the hum of the storm engine gradually become lower. The governor of the Shuofang Army looked back and saw that the propeller of the grasshopper-class transport boat behind him first stopped turning, and then rotated in the opposite direction to slow down: compared with the storm engine, the operation of the steam engine and propeller is always more complicated.

In addition to being faster and having better acceleration capabilities, and being much cheaper to purchase, the marine steam engine is inferior to the storm engine in almost every aspect. Perhaps this is why An Jiyue has been pushing for the Javelin class to completely replace the Grasshopper class, even though the Grasshopper class is more than adequate and cheaper, Xiao Yiyue thought.

The transport boats and their escorting gunboats flew over the ancient tomb army's long camp one after the other. As undead, they didn't need tents or bonfires at all, but when Xiao Yiyue looked down from the bridge of the ship, the neatly arranged tents and the bonfires dotted among them looked exactly like those of a living army.

A sharp and piercing cry broke through the silence of the night, and a group of carrion vultures appeared from nowhere and flew clockwise around the two airships. Xiao Yiyue looked at the largest of the undead flying beasts with a sense of meaning. She could feel that Atum was looking at her through the rotten eyeballs of this large bird of prey.

Led by the carrion vultures, the two airships landed in the camp of the Ka-Sabai Legion. Atum seemed to have been waiting here for a long time. As soon as Xiao Yiyue jumped off the navigation bridge, Atum came up and stretched out his right hand.

The governor of the Shuofang Army lowered his eyes slightly and found that the priest king's hands were wrapped in thick leather gloves. She also stretched out her right hand and shook hands with Atum: "You are thoughtful... although it is not necessary."

"I'm not the kind of jerk who doesn't care about other people's feelings," the mummy, who was two heads taller than the tall governor, shrugged. "If you don't care about physical contact with a mummy, it's your business. If I don't care, then it's my problem."

Xiao Yiyue nodded without comment. She looked at a figure standing behind Atum, wrapped in a thick robe. "Is that him?"

Atum nodded.

"Hello, General of the Celestial Empire," Fuzirek stepped forward and patted his chest in greeting to Xiao Yiyue, "I am Fuzirek."