I just covet their strength

Chapter 216 Because it looks good
The speed of the flapping-wing aircraft was extremely fast. From Westhead's perspective through the observation window, it seemed as if it was tearing through space as it moved forward.

Countless other types of fighter planes and warships were also seen along the way. Although they could not really reach high altitudes, the mortals of this ancient country still maintained a large-scale air force as much as possible.

Although these warships and fighter planes that have not undergone the [Ceremony of Ascension] are of no use to Chaos, being able to fight away from the earth is already a success.

These aerial vehicles flashed with light like schools of fish patrolling in the ocean.

Westhead: "That's a lot! How many legions are rushing to the front line?"

"The fortress that was destroyed in the report was Xuli's strongest line of defense. We must have been impacted by the Chaos Army that destroyed Hesvera. With their great victory, they probably broke through the front line in an instant."

Evening Prayer said solemnly: "But if we defeat the heavy defenses in such a short time, even the Chaos Demon Army will not be able to launch a new round of offensive. During this period, we must rebuild the defenses and race against time."

Is the pressure so great?
It was a little hard for Westhead to imagine that in the future when there were many ordered kingdoms, although Chaos was also considered a great enemy, it was pinned down at the border and could not move, and could not cause any crisis to the core provinces.

Even in the future era of conflict when the gods are not apparent, the direct threat of chaos will not be that great. It will not even be as great as the mutual attacks between warlords in troubled times, and will not rise to the level of destroying a country or the world.

It seems I need to brush up on my knowledge.

Westhead picked up a tablet at hand and began to look through the database.

Rather than asking around all the time, it is quicker and easier to look it up yourself.

Evening Prayer flew over several floating cities in the rear area in a flapping-wing plane, and then entered the war zone.

Completely different from the cities in the rear, the difference between the fortress cities on the front line can be seen at a glance.

There was not a single unnecessary decoration. The entire floating fortress, including the base, was wrapped in incredibly thick metal. The shield generated by the force field generator emitted a faint arc of light.

On the surface of the fortress, the crimson towers are the main guns, the silver halls are armored, and dense machine guns and anti-aircraft arrays are on standby. At least half of the space is equipped with flat take-off and landing platforms for various small fighter planes.

It's like the Terra Palace.

It is called a floating city, but it is actually a huge floating battleship with a large number of buildings built on it.

They use an almost cruel beauty to build an iron-blooded fortress that can hardly accommodate any warmth, only naked cold elements.

There are scattered warships and airships floating near these sky fortresses, taking action in response to military orders.

This country, no, this entire civilization is a highly militarized society, and almost everything exists for the sake of war.

Although the observation time was short, from what I saw and heard, I was able to draw this conclusion without a doubt.

The ornithopter slowed down, approached a floating fortress, and then landed on the conveyor belt of the platform.

"Fortress No. 21, senior monk of the monastery, evening prayer, requesting to end vacation early."

The fighter plane flew over the platform, and a moment later, a voice came from the communication channel:
"Received, Senior Monk Evening Prayer and Senior Researcher Qinghui, you are back just in time. Please take a night's rest. There will be combat missions assigned tomorrow."

"Yes, received."

Evening Prayer took a deep breath, then loosened his hands and waited quietly for the conveyor belt to deliver the ornithopter to its destination.

"What researcher?"

Westhead was stunned when he heard his name and asked.

"It's your position. You are a researcher stationed abroad for the Crimson Throne. You are amazing. It has only been a few years and you have become a senior researcher in the capital. I heard that the commissioners in the capital are very concerned about your research."

Evening Prayer exclaimed with heartfelt praise.

Westhead swiped the tablet twice with an expressionless face, and indeed found his identity information and a bunch of encrypted research data.

It’s so annoying, how come there is another setting that I don’t know about.

Westhead glanced at the information on the tablet and found that the wording and annotations were indeed in his own style.

Although Lord Qinghui often holds developer conferences, he is actually a developer (no ambiguity). No extraordinary person is stupid, especially if they want to have the ability to cast spells, they need profound knowledge and rational research ability. Westhead, who has great ambitions, has naturally never stopped learning, especially the knowledge and technology that can help him ascend, and he absorbs them eagerly.

"Wait a minute, these things."

Westhead glanced at a few pages and suddenly his eyes widened.

What the hell am I researching?! Is this even possible?!

No, wait, it seems that it can be done. In other words, this is how we should do it.

Westhead straightened his back and read the document carefully over and over again.

Soon, the ornithopter arrived at its destination and was unloaded from the conveyor belt. Westhead and Evening Prayer also jumped off the fighter plane. After walking for a while, they finally arrived at the monastery of the fortress.

Compared to other steel coffin-like residences that maximize efficiency and cost-effectiveness, the monastery finally looks a bit presentable.

The outer walls, covered with reliefs, are coated with platinum. The monastery's architectural style is similar to Gothic, and it is constantly supported upward by arches and spires, as if trying to get as close to the sky as possible.

In the central bell tower at the highest point, there is a large brass bell that swings regularly from side to side, making a slow and dull shaking sound.

Pushing open the door of the monastery, this spacious and bright building was empty.

Westhead was surprised at the silence of the monastery and asked:

"No one else?"

"It's just you and me. In fact, this monastery should have been abolished long ago, but it's because of us that it has been preserved until now."

The gray-haired girl turned to look at Westhead:

"Are you still suffering from amnesia?"

Westhead nodded: "Just treat me as you are, just say whatever you want to say, I'm listening."

"That's where I found you."

Evening Prayer pointed to the lawn in front of the monastery and said with a smile:

"It really appeared suddenly, and I didn't know anything. Ah, you were truly amnesiac at that time, not pretending like you are now."

"I took you back with me, and we registered as a couple the next day. Now that I think about it, it's been almost seven years."

Westhead was silent for a long time before he said:

"So you picked me up after I lost my memory and immediately registered me as your partner?"

What do you mean by kidnapping a good boy?! Are you sure this isn't a marriage scam?
"Hmm."

Evening Prayer understood the meaning of Westhead's words, turned around and walked in front of the man, frowned, bit her lower lip, and made a cute sound like a little animal, with dissatisfaction flashing in her beautiful red eyes:
"If I don't become your partner, you will be expelled as a foreigner, and then you will be dead!"

"I see."

Westhead suddenly realized that Evening Prayer had made such a bold move out of pure kindness.

I am really judging others by my own standards.

Lord Qinghui couldn't help but bow his head in shame: "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I don't regret it."

The gray-haired girl first patted her blushing face, then she put her hands behind her back and smiled sweetly and innocently:

"Because Weiss is so pretty!"

(End of this chapter)