After leaving the world of all NPCs

The hem and cuffs of the straight black commander's uniform fluttered upwards without any airflow.

hum!

A purely blazing sun disk phantom, as if compressed from a blue sun, suddenly ignited out of thin air around him.

Take a step forward and punch out!

The punch is as powerful as a dragon, simple and unpretentious.

Bang! ! !

The huge telekinetic field that was strong enough to twist steel and tear apart tall buildings shattered silently like a soap bubble the moment it came into contact with Ye Zuochen's fist. The strong body that was far stronger than fine steel after being tempered by telekinesis was like fragile porcelain in front of Ye Zuochen's seemingly casual punch.

Bang! Click!

The fist bones collided with the arm bones, and a clear sound of bones cracking was heard along with Qi Yi's groan. The figure who was rushing forward at high speed was actually knocked back by this punch.

Port area scene.

The afternoon sun was pouring down generously, and the air was filled with the rich aroma of roses, irises, and freshly cut grass, punctuated by the warm, sweet scent of freshly baked scones.

Royal garden courtyard.

The long white table was covered with a meticulously starched linen tablecloth with delicate lace trimmings on the edges.

The bone china tea set reflects a warm luster in the sunlight, and each layer of the silver three-tiered dessert stand is filled with exquisite sweet and savory desserts, like miniature works of art.

Crystal-cut sugar bowls and milk bottles stood quietly nearby.

Belfast stood at the head of the long table, his posture as straight as a ruler.

The procession of maids dressed in uniform black and white dresses moved silently.

Edinburgh, Sheffield, Newcastle, and Glasgow moved with precision and efficiency; Dido, Hermione, and Sirius walked lightly, holding silver pots filled with warm black tea; Charybdis and Scylla followed closely behind, carrying small silver trays for additional refreshments.

The maids' footsteps made almost no sound on the soft grass, with only the slight rustling of their skirts forming a silent melody of service.

The guests are taking their seats one after another.

Queen Elizabeth sat in the seat of honor, with the Prince of Wales to her right and King George V to her left.

Howe, the Duke of York and the monarch also took their reserved seats.

The four ladies of the Glorious-class aircraft carrier, Glorious, Victorious, Formidable and Indomitable, sat down at a slightly further distance like a cluster of elegantly blooming flowers.

Belfast stepped forward and personally poured rich black tea into the bone china cup in front of Queen Elizabeth, with steam rising from it.

Sheffield served King George V silently, his movements efficient and without any superfluousness.

Other maids shuttled between the long tables, pouring fragrant tea for each guest or quietly changing the contents of the dessert rack.

The teaspoon occasionally touched the wall of the cup, making a crisp sound.

Murmurs flowed like streams up and down the long table.

Sunshine, the fragrance of tea, exquisite utensils, elegant guests, and maids moving silently around.

The hustle and bustle of the garden settles into a ritualistic tranquility.

The royal tea party quietly began with silent service and the lingering fragrance.

Queen Elizabeth picked up the teacup, parted her red lips, and took a sip. "It tastes just like real life, but it also seems a little different."

"This is tea presented by the Five Emperors Dynasty." Belfast explained immediately.

"The Five Emperors Dynasty? The Donghuang of this universe? That commander seems to be from Donghuang as well..." Queen Elizabeth put down her teacup and said, "Befa, you suddenly asked us all to go online and skip the probation period. Is it because of them?"

Belfast's voice was low, but clear enough for the Queen to hear: "Your Majesty, the iron-blooded warships have sworn allegiance to that commander. Their actions... were unwavering. This opportunity is rare, and a skilled commander deserves to be seized."

Queen Elizabeth sat in the main seat, her small body wrapped in an exquisite dress. Her tender face of eleven years old formed a strange contrast with the heavy crown on her head, which symbolized supreme power.

"Yes. I trust your judgment, Befa."

She sipped the black tea offered by Belfast, but her eyes were fixed on the quaint wooden door standing quietly at the entrance of the garden through the misty hot air.

At a distant long table, the Prince of Wales leaned slightly to his side and whispered to the Duke of York beside him, "Regarding the commander... you've been hiding it. Aren't you being too cautious? Perhaps we can have a frank discussion?"

The Duke of York chuckled upon hearing this. "Oh? Wales, are you going to lay your claws on my prey again?"

The Prince of Wales smiled but did not answer, turning his gaze to the pavilion shrouded in green shade at the other end of the courtyard.

Tirpitz sat quietly, his short silver hair fluttering in the breeze, his ice-blue eyes staring calmly into the void ahead.

Dressed in the iconic iron-blooded white military uniform with red and black decorations, he stood tall and straight, with a cold insignia on his white military cap.

Over-the-knee white boots outline the smooth and straight lines of the legs.

Scharnhorst sat beside her, equally silent.

As far as they could see, the garden's sky was occupied by a huge projection.

It is the battlefield outside that is connected through that wooden door!

In the projection, the battle was as fierce as a boiling furnace.

Bismarck's three-headed steel dragon [Geryon] and Frederick the Great's two-headed ship formed a deadly crossfire network.

The dense energy beams and artillery fire were like a torrential rain, suppressing the dinosaur herds that the Eye of Extinction, Elswordgul Yazid, continuously summoned, in the turbulent flow of explosive smoke and energy.

The energy surging around Bismarck and Frederick the Great was rising at an alarming rate, like an active volcano about to erupt.

Brilliant golden light and pure white light shone through their bodies from their hearts.

The golden light is like a living gossamer.

The white light condensed into a cube with clear edges and corners.

As the restrictions loosened, the power of the [Mind Cube] and the [Gilded Heart Thread] intertwined, establishing a connection with the higher dimension, and continuously releasing powerful energy.

Divinity is continuously surging out from the hulls of these two iron-blooded ships, and its power is rising steadily.

This is the ship. Their [Mind Cube] is actually a limiter. Now, under the power of Ye Zuochen's [Gilded Heart-binding Silk], this limiter gradually loses its effect, and the power of the two women gradually increases.

However, due to the difference in the laws of the universe, the two ships as fairies are connected to a higher dimension. With the power of the [Gilded Heart-binding Silk], they gradually transform into demigods.

In other words, Bismarck and Frederick the Great were transforming into angels and demigods.

This power is enough to suppress the Eye of Extinction!

On the other side, Ye Zuochen's figure was like a human-shaped storm. The beasts made of magic power were like paper toys in front of him. Ye Zuochen tore them apart with his bare hands, or used the same method to deal with the giant crocodile summoned by the Forgotten War King, using fist shadows as dense as a wall of destruction to smash them into concave magic residues on the ground!

The Forgotten War King Qiyi Zhulanbarada was hit in the vitals by Ye Zuochen's violent fist.

boom!

The tall body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a pile of ruins, raising a cloud of dust, and its breath instantly weakened.

The figure of the Forgotten War King slowly stood up again, and the fatal wounds on his body healed rapidly under the drive of some kind of immortal will.

"Oh, can't he be killed directly without using [Withered Lord's Time Treasure]?"

Ye Zuochen murmured softly, as if intending to end this game.

Under the pavilion, Tirpitz's ice-blue eyes stared at the shining golden light on Bismarck's heart and the cracked mind cube in the projection. An almost imperceptible warmth flashed in the depths of her eyes.

It was the joy of seeing my sister return successfully and break free from the shackles.

The calm face was like the surface of a lake covered with ice and snow, without a single ripple.

After confirming that the war situation outside was completely under Ye Zuochen's control and that the power of Bismarck and Frederick the Great was also steadily breaking through, Tirpitz suddenly stood up.

"Scharnhorst, you stay here and continue to observe."

Scharnhorst nodded in agreement.

Tirpitz stepped onto the lawn in his white military boots and walked towards the exit of the garden with firm and swift steps.

She would first return to the port area of ​​the [NPC World], find her colleagues in Tiexue, then log off, use the energy of "Xudan" to transform them all into Astral Bodies, and then bring them all here to the commanders of their choice!

……

The night sky of the Pacific Ocean gently enveloped the islands of the Yanxing Dynasty.

hum!

The tranquility was suddenly broken.

Liu Meifan, who was handling affairs in the office, suddenly looked up, her ruby-like eyes piercing through the night, locking onto the source of the abnormality in the sky.

Almost at the same time, different figures in different locations made the same action.

A wave of magical power carrying the aura of ancient rust and destruction, like an invisible tsunami, came crashing down from the sky.

The air became thick and the island trembled slightly, as if in fear.

"Space fluctuations!" Nangong Nayue, dressed in a gorgeous Gothic dress, stared intently at the distorted nodes in the sky. "Such a strong scale of space displacement is unbelievable."

Om-! ! !

As if to confirm her judgment, the sky was like a curtain torn apart by a giant hand, and a huge steel city whose grandeur could not be described in words emerged out of thin air.

It was a modern capital city suspended in the sky.

The forest of steel and concrete reflects the cold cosmic light, and the distorted light and shadow make it look like a mirage, between illusion and reality.

Looking up from the ground, it is impossible to determine its edge; it just seems to cover the entire sky.

"The border line is over a thousand kilometers long." Nangong Nayue quickly calculated the spatial parameters. "This is an artificial island, at least one hundred and twenty to one hundred and fifty times the size of the Yanxing Dynasty!"

"Composed of over six hundred separate components, each one is as large as a super-large floating structure on Genkami Island!"

In the laboratory, the model projected in front of Xiao Mengcong was rotating and decomposing, scanning and analyzing the huge artificial island that appeared above.

More than sixty components are ferocious defensive walls and giant artillery arrays, about one hundred and twenty are giant hangars for ancient weapons and icy supply facilities, and the remaining 70%, or more than four hundred components, are dead ruins.

"Cain's city."

Agurora's long, light-blonde hair danced wildly in the magical storm.

The other eleven sisters of Yanguang Yebo also gathered silently around her, their identical and beautiful faces showing different emotions, but they all looked up at the giant shadow in the sky.

Xiandu Mu'aya's melodious and ethereal voice sounded like a chant from the underworld, "The muzzle of the gun has turned."

Kaka!

All the gun barrels were aimed at the Xianshen Island below, and the destructive edge was pointed directly at the heart of the Yanxing Dynasty!

Liu Meifan's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Burning here—Rich Flame Star."

A white swan transformed from white flames emerged and flapped its wings to fly towards the artificial island in the sky.

But suddenly it encountered a dark ripple, and then it suddenly disappeared.

"The magic power has dissipated. Is this a protective wall that can offset the magic power?"

Liu Meifan frowned slightly and thought to herself.

"That's a building in space. Magic will dissipate immediately if it touches it. I'm afraid only special people can enter."

Guinevere's small figure appeared in the center of the courtyard without her noticing. She raised her fair little hand, and several ancient runes with strange light danced on her fingertips.

"That's not difficult. Here are twelve keys. As long as you decipher the spells on them, you can enter."

"how long it takes?"

Liu Meifan went straight to the point without any hesitation.

time is life!

Guinevere raised her delicate little face, which was as delicate as a doll's: "It's done."

So fast……

Liu Meifan was slightly startled and immediately picked up the phone to contact people from all over Xianshen Island, explained the situation, and after giving instructions, Liu Meifan made a summary.

"Everyone, listen up! Return to your positions and be on full alert! Protect the dynasty!"

……

A cold, alien ruin.

The broken metal giant structure was like the remains of a prehistoric monster, casting a distorted shadow in the dead silence.

The tall body of the Forgotten War King was tightly gripped by Ye Zuochen's iron-like hands around the neck, pressing him against the broken wall of a huge metal building that was half collapsed and covered with cracks.

Blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth, and his short silver-gray hair was messily stuck to his sweaty forehead.