A Boeing 707 passenger plane spray-painted with light blue flame patterns landed slowly at the airport on the outskirts of Seris. Two escorting MiG-21 fighter jets roared through the sky and then disappeared into the distant sky.
At the airport, officials from the diplomatic department stood aside in a friendly manner, waiting for the Boeing 707 to stop its huge body.
There are already more than a dozen aircraft on standby or preparing to take off at the airport. Air traffic in Ireland is now very convenient and very reliable.
The depressing air accidents of World War II have almost disappeared, and traveling by air has become another fashionable choice for the wealthy.
Because it is fast, saves time, and the various services in the plane are also very good, this expensive way of travel is even more favored by aristocrats.
After all, a ticket priced at hundreds of gold coins is still out of reach for ordinary people.
"Ms. Vivian... Seris International Airport has arrived." In the spacious cabin of the Boeing 707 passenger plane that Ireland presented to Greiken, the flight attendant who was sent to Greiken for service reminded him with a gentle attitude.
road.
Vivian opened her eyes, then curiously looked at the airport outside the porthole next to her, and exclaimed in disbelief: "It's much bigger..."
Seris International Airport already has a lot of runways, and a brand new terminal building has been built. The old and new terminals stand side by side, looking majestic and breathtaking.
This airport, which was not so huge last time, has become even bigger in just one month.
This is no joke, the speed of construction has really exceeded everyone's imagination. You know, whether it is Bellevue or Galenock, it took more than a thousand years of accumulation to become so large and prosperous.
Reese seems to have been established overnight.
This speed is shocking and enviable. Even during the war, the construction of the core area of Alan Hill did not stop, but started getting faster and faster.
"Welcome to Seris!" Standing under the ramp of the plane to greet Vivian was an official from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Eiland Hill. He was wearing a straight uniform and elegantly stretched out his hand to greet the masked Vivian.
Wei An made a gesture of invitation.
Vivian was not polite. After all, she had a combat mission this time. The safety of the Emperor of Alain Hill must be guaranteed, and any attack against Chris must be stopped in time.
Following Vivian were one after another high-level magicians from Greken. It was not the first time for these tall, short, fat and thin magicians to come to Eiland Hill, so they were very familiar with this place.
However, when they got into the new car produced by Ireland Hill, they still felt that they were unfamiliar with this city.
The high-rise buildings that have been erected one after another but have not yet been completed have turned the city of Seris into something that these people do not recognize.
"Damn it, last time I came here, there weren't so many tall buildings, right?" Sitting in the back seat of the car, the chubby female magician looked around depressedly, not believing that she had ever been here before.
After all, he had visited many cities, and most of them had not changed much in the past hundred years.
Under the influence of this habitual cognition, Ellen Hill's huge changes made her feel extremely novel.
"Damn it, I don't even remember where I was last time, destroying that unstable god puppet." The thin and withered old man hugged his magic wand, leaned on the back seat of the car and continued: "I'm old.
!Really old!”
In the first car, Vivian's brows frowned more and more. She felt the strong magical atmosphere permeating the city. These unnatural magical atmospheres made her very sure of one thing: there is
Huge and unstable artificially gathered magical energy exists in this city.
In other words, Vivian felt that the god puppet that she was afraid of might be in Siris City, the capital of Elanthir.
This is definitely not good news, at least for Vivian.
The other party did not take action immediately after arriving in Seris, so there must be some conspiracy.
The second reason also annoyed her: if the two sides fought in Seris City, the destructive power of the God Puppet was no joke. It was very likely that even if the God Puppet was suppressed in the end, the entire City of Seris would be nothing more than a ruin.
There is a difference.
Those damn puppet empire bastards, don’t they know that this bottomless attempt is making fun of the safety of the entire world?
Feeling slightly suffocated, Vivian rolled down the window on her side to let the air flow in, bringing with it a pleasant cool breeze. It was already autumn, and the weather was far from that hot.
It's really a good time for barbecue. Vivian remembered the barbecue she had last time in Serris and immediately swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
What she didn't know was that on the beach in the distant Ferry City, in the saltworks, Eiland Hill's engineers were holding flamethrowers and grilling minced meat stained with black blood.
That scene was really disgusting, and many soldiers suffered from anorexia because of their mission to deal with demon bodies.
While thinking wildly, Vivian sensed danger for a moment. The closer she got to the most heavily defended castle in Eilanhill, the more she felt the unsettling dangerous aura approaching her.
This was such a depressing experience that she had to squint her eyes, and before the car stopped, she pushed open the door. Before the car stopped, she had already dodged and rushed towards the castle, while
A floating magic circle rose up under her feet, and Vivian made a careful distraction gesture to her companions behind her.
The enemy is in Seris Castle! This is something Vivian has already sensed! What makes her even more desperate is that no alarm has been sounded here, and the Eilandhir Grenadier stationed around the castle still has not sounded the alarm.
A little bit of a fighting state.
"Miss Vivian! What are you?" The official from the diplomatic department opened the door and got out of the car at this time. He looked at Vivian in surprise, who had already rushed up to the crenellation of the castle wall, and stretched out a hand to panic.
shouted.
At the same time, Puppet No. 1 T800, who had been standing behind Chris since the day he was born, suddenly raised his head and looked at the window with a smiling face.
As if receiving some instructions, Puppet No. 2 suddenly took a step forward, blocking Chris behind him, and then a huge magic defense barrier lit up on his chest.
