St. Cruz, Dome Palace.

Even though the flames of war have spread across most of the world, all disturbances and tumult seem to have not affected this place. In the early summer's "World Museum," there is only the sound of birds and the scent of flowers, rich and magnificent.

The promised benefits have been given, the various forces that needed to unite have united, and all the forces that should be dispatched have been sent out. The remaining matters have been left to the Empire's fortune.

Since being anxious is useless, Philip II has regained some of the poise that His Majesty the Emperor should have, at least on the surface.

Accompanied by a group of court ladies, the rarely idle Philip II is currently accompanying his Empress Teresa to stroll and admire flowers in the exquisitely designed royal garden cared for by hundreds of gardeners.

After a while, they arrived at a corridor built with pure white marble, where Philip II led his empress to sit leisurely.

He lovingly teased the son lying in her arms, who is also the Hilus Empire's established Crown Prince Audric.

"Oh oh oh..."

He casually plucked a vibrant golden bird flower from the flower branch hanging above the corridor and placed it in the hair of his wife, who still has a slender figure.

Among the many beautiful flowers in May, he specifically chose this golden bird flower, indicating that subconsciously he is not as calm and carefree as he appears on the surface.

"Your Majesty..."

"Hmm? What is it, my lovely empress?"

"I...couldn't foresee that those bankers and merchants in the Kingdom would have such ambition, causing such trouble for the Empire."

The news of the Invincible Fleet being ambushed at the three navy ports of Galicia, Valencia, and Algeciras, with considerable military losses, was reported immediately.

The nobility of St. Cruz, though incredulous that the Frisians dared to attack the homeland, feel indignant toward such shameless acts. The Royal Palace is filled with denunciations.

Moreover, the wealthy Frisia Kingdom was originally the dowry of Empress Teresa, and its citizens were her subjects. Their turning against her at this time makes her situation somewhat awkward.

Teresa only criticizes the national rebellion and does not mention the Empire's extortion and exploitation, understanding the logic of being married and siding with the husband's interests. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

At this moment, the empress, still looking like a young girl, furrows her delicate brows and appears pitiful, showing herself as a simple woman wholeheartedly considering her husband's well-being.

Indeed, Philip II, whose spirit seems slightly better than in previous days, patted her hand and comforted:

"Teresa, with the 'God of Black Wings,' the True God, fanning the flames from behind, how can us mere mortals truly influence the situation, except through a gamble?

You don't need to worry about this matter at all. Is there someone in the Imperial Palace spreading rumors?

I will order anyone who dares to prattle in front of you to be silenced..."

Pfft—!

Before finishing speaking, he suddenly spewed a mouthful of blood and fell straight backward.

"Ah! Your Majesty!"

"Quick, call the Pope!"

Amidst the court ladies' cries of alarm.

Empress Teresa was splattered with crimson across her face, and after a moment of panic, instinctively tightened her grip on the swaddled child in her arms.

For some reason, it seemed... in a blink, he had become her ultimate reliance.

...

A few minutes ago, Andaman Strait.

Woo woo woo...

A massive airborne whirlwind connected the sky and sea, surrounded by roaring high-speed vortex cloud walls, with countless small vortices swirling inside, emitting sharp whistles.

Among them, a large dark figure spiraled up hundreds of meters into the air, then was hurled out of the tornado to perform daring and thrilling free fall.

Boom! Boom!...

Two waves of rocket fire caught up and transformed into the most brilliant fireworks.

Although the sharp wind blade capable of tearing the flesh of a Tier 3 Great Knight is completely ineffective against the [Sea Monarchy].

During its continuous fall of over ten seconds, it was enough for the rockets whizzing past like swimming fish to attack twice, and when it fell like a meteor into the sea, it would trigger another "Damage Transfer."

Just like having thirty lives in Soul Fighter, rolling continuously in the air, dying three times in just ten seconds, simple and efficient.

Eh, just for fun!

Our fleet has already been maneuvered by Aiven to drift out of this storm-ridden region, leaving only a group of high-tier Transcendents and three legendary battleships.

The constantly repairing [Sea Soul], the unscathed [Theseus], faced with the [Golden Bird Flower] temporarily equipped with [Legendary Battleship Skill: Dream Cruise], felt like a tiger facing a porcupine with nowhere to strike.

They could only drive it toward the edge of the battlefield, letting Aiven first deal with the most challenging [Sea Monarchy].

"Not so easy!"

Meredith, the Great Wizard of the "Hurricane's Nest," raised high the [Storm God Statue].

From this treasure from the "South Wind Country," imbued with the power of "Howling Storm" Billers, a dazzling beam shot straight to the sky.

Aiven immediately felt his control of the storm rapidly diminish, requiring negotiation for every bit of strength used.

However, just at the instant when the Great Wizard was distracted.

"La la la.. la la..."

A gentle song like a babbling brook emerged from his opponent, "Snake Witch" Serra's lips.