Lord of the Mysteries

1083 Backlund in Chaos

Although the Sonia Sea wasn’t like the Fog Sea, with it often being filled with fog, the northern regions would occasionally fill up with a rather thick fog every autumn and winter morning.

Alger Wilson’s Blue Avenger was sailing in such an environment, following the borders of the Sonia Island back to the Loen coast.

He had already spent too long in the North Sonia Sea, so he needed to return for a routine report.

Within the pale white fog, the ghost ship quietly proceeded forward, occasionally appearing like a dream that didn’t leave any traces.

Alger was wrapped by the wind as he stood in midair in front of the window, admiring the white world outside. He allowed his thoughts to wander in different directions.

Suddenly, his eyes focused as some silvery-white light flashed in his pupils. He saw a large sail through the fog in the distance, and a massive ship silently cruised past.

This ship wasn’t alone. Behind it were several similar ships. One, two, three… they formed a fleet that spanned a great distance.

Feysac’s Sonia Sea Fleet… They’ve all been mobilized… Where are they heading to? Alger’s feet landed on the deck.

His gaze immediately turned to the other side, where Sonia Island was located.

After the various exchanges at the Tarot Club, Alger was already certain that the world situation was tense, with war about to break out at any moment. At that moment, he made some connections and made a guess.

To the Feysac Empire and the Loen Kingdom, Sonia Island was extremely important. If it were occupied by the Loen Kingdom, Feysac’s eastern naval fleet would be completely blocked off in the cold north, unable to vie for any of the various colonies in the Sonia Sea or head to East Balam. Meanwhile, after waging war, if they wanted to threaten the Loen Kingdom’s hinterlands, they would have to cross the Amantha mountain range or cross the Midseashire, passing through the defenses of several counties. That would be extremely difficult.

And if Sonia Island was conquered by the Feysac Empire, then they could use that as a base to attack all the ports in the north and central regions of Loen, including but not limited to Enmat Harbor or Pritz Harbor. If the Feysac commander was more daring and unfazed by the losses, he could even be able to directly target the capital of the Loen Kingdom, Backlund, which was not far from the port.

It was precisely because of this that the two countries had waged the Twenty Year War. The Feysac Empire clinched victory, and they had obtained the crucial southern path.

In the Battle of the Violated Oath, Loen had won the war but had failed to regain this territory. Its strategic goals for the war were only half-achieved.

Alger stared at this scene for a moment before speaking in a serious tone, “Is war about to erupt…?”

In Backlund, a large number of airships from Feysac had entered from North Borough and arrived above the huge city.

As soon as they drew near, the Holy Wind Cathedral seemed to have made certain precautions. The howling of the wind intensified, turning into several giant bluish-black blades that whistled towards the target like surface-to-air missiles.

Seeing that the huge blades were about to hit the airbags of the airship, an invisible layer of defense appeared and shielded it from all the attacks.

Under the violent strike, the transparent “wall” shook, but ultimately managed to hold on.

At the same time, the compartment for guns, projectile launchers, and cannons of the airship opened up and aimed downwards.

Boom!

Wind Cathedral took form, a loud explosive

boats sailing through the sea where they met mountain-like waves and were about to be tossed

rust-like beams of light flashed on the leading airship. They enveloped all the

gigantic waves. The power

was the authority of a

between the wave of attacks to deliver

the trajectories of the

Boom! Boom!

up and showed off their prowess that

airship fleet didn’t attempt to travel through Backlund. After entering North Borough, it immediately turned to West Borough, the center of politics for

Borough, Backlund University of

the wind. Students were either carrying

young adults were full of vigor. They looked forward to their future and

at the wall clock at the top of the

had to go to Chancellor Moment’s office today to prepare for

something which made her feel happy every day. She felt that life on campus was so wonderful and that her classmates were

the steam locomotive in the middle of the square. Its massive, complicated body was

to gather there, knocking, hitting, and analyzing its structure. As for the school, it didn’t encourage

into a smile

a metallic gray object descended from the sky and landed in the middle

Boom!

as all the windows of the main teaching building shattered. If not for the distance, Melissa

rang out, and like the other students, Melissa fled in panic, not knowing what had

was only 16 years old after all—she had

gradually fell. After hiding behind a tree, Melissa

froze, and her

was already in pieces,

no longer intact. They were no longer breathing. Some

painting that wasn’t realistic enough. Melissa stared at it in a daze, momentarily at a loss for a

had a great spirit for research. Every time everyone was in discussion, he would confidently say that he was going

Despite studying machinery, she loved poetry very much and was rather talented in this aspect. She was loved by the people around her. Sometimes, Melissa would also attend their gatherings and

a few seconds, these

the teaching block and started to rescue the injured and evacuate the

area that you can hide in.” One of the teachers wore a look of terror, but he still held

He hurriedly said, “Don’t worry. The enemy’s airship has already turned and gone to West Borough. There’s no danger

accompanied by a rumbling explosion that came from the

municipal halls are there… Upon hearing the teacher’s words, Melissa immediately thought of many