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At the huge port outside the Firland Royal Capital.
A large number of Royal Army soldiers had gathered, strictly separating the curious commoners and noble offspring, fearing that they might offend the Germa army, which was about to land. This was, after all, the "Evil Army," a symbol of cruelty, wickedness, and invincibility.
If anything unexpected happened and they offended the other party, the entire Firland Kingdom would be doomed.
After all, it was the Royal Capital, representing the face of a nation.
The people living here, naturally, were not as impoverished as commoners in other poor regions of the country. They always felt a sense of superiority when facing the poor commoners of the kingdom.
"Germa! Germa!..."
These well-off nobles and commoners naturally did not wish for a rebellion. They enthusiastically welcomed Germa 66, who was about to land and quell this great unrest in the Firland Kingdom. They couldn't help but shout excitedly towards the dozens of huge "war-houses" on the sea, full of anticipation.
King Angus IX, leading a large retinue of ministers and nobles, stood there, looking out with a slightly nervous expression.
"Your Majesty, don't worry. Germa's reputation in the underworld is quite high..." The very fat Right Minister, seeing this, quickly whispered to reassure him: "As long as we don't actively offend them, they won't attack their employer, nor will they plunder like pirates!"
"I hope so!"
Angus IX felt a slight relief, took a deep breath, and nodded.
"Bang! Bang!..."
One after another, the war-houses docked there, and several-meter-wide gangways were lowered onto the port.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
The Germa 66 soldiers, dressed in neat, uniform combat gear, fully armed with live ammunition, and with grim expressions, marched down one by one, forming ranks on the large area of the port that had been cleared. They converged like black torrents...
This was a seasoned army, brave and battle-hardened!
The iron-blooded aura and overwhelming pressure made the commoners and even the Royal Army in the square feel breathless, their faces turning pale. They all stopped shouting, not daring to even breathe.
"Firland Kingdom, heh..."
Vinsmoke Niji, with his arms crossed, scoffed disdainfully at the Royal Army, who were immediately intimidated by Germa 66's forces: "A bunch of amateur soldiers, no wonder they can't suppress the domestic rebellion."
Upon hearing this, the King and ministers, who had been approaching with smiles, all stiffened, some even feeling indignant. But remembering the terrifying nature of Germa 66, they dared not openly retort.
"Don't say that, Niji..."
Ichiji walked down unhurriedly, stating calmly: "Although they are indeed a bit weak, it is precisely because of their weakness that our Germa has an opportunity to intervene in the war and earn the necessary development funds."
"Prince Ichiji, Prince Niji, His Majesty the King has prepared a grand feast. Please come to the palace..."
Coughing awkwardly, the obese Right Minister quickly invited them on behalf of Angus IX.
"No need, it's a waste of time."
Interrupting the other party, Ichiji, completely uninterested in such a banquet, raised an eyebrow and directly asked, "Where are the rebels?"
If he had time for a boring banquet, he'd rather go back and flirt with his lovely maids.
"They are in the Fermila Mountains, less than a hundred miles from the capital, and they could attack at any time..."
"Also, the rebel numbers have exceeded fifty thousand, so how many troops has Germa sent this time?"
"Four thousand troops will be enough. You just need to prepare the remuneration, and you can confidently leave the war to us Germa!" Ichiji loosened the scarf around his collar slightly, twisted his neck, his joints cracking with a sharp sound, and said calmly to Angus IX.
This so-called rebel army, though intimidating in number, was merely a disorganized mob. Once the war stalemated or their losses became too great, they would likely completely collapse, devoid of fighting spirit.
"Your Excellency Ichiji, this..."
Angus IX's face changed upon hearing that Germa had only sent about four thousand troops this time. If he hadn't heard of the terrifying combat record of this "Evil Army," he would have certainly cursed them out.
Moreover, these two Germa leaders were far too young.
"Don't worry, this amateur war will end in the shortest possible time!"
His sharp gaze pierced through his sunglasses, directly at Angus IX, and he said playfully, "If you don't trust Germa's power, you can still propose to terminate the employment agreement now. You only need to pay half of the 'remuneration' as our 'hardship fee' for traveling all the way from North Blue."
"How could that be? Germa's strength is world-renowned, Lord Ichiji, please don't mind it. His Majesty is just worried about you all..."
"Stop talking nonsense..."
Ichiji, growing impatient, suddenly raised his leg and swept it out.
"Whoosh—"
A huge, crescent-shaped slash, intensely bright, instantly appeared and blasted towards the sea on the other side.
"Boom!!"
The entire sea surface exploded, splitting into two halves.
"Splash, splash..." Large splashes of water rose from the sea, falling like torrential rain, while the huge crack slowly healed.
"Gulp!"
"Oh my god! The sea has split open..."
"This... this is too exaggerated, isn't it?"
This exaggerated scene left the commoners, noble offspring, and Royal Army at the port speechless, their mouths agape in shock, all showing disbelief.
Angus IX and the ministers and nobles almost had their eyeballs pop out. Looking at the sea that had returned to normal, and at the young Germa commander who still maintained his kicking posture, they all felt a chill run down their spines, their faces turning pale.
"Thud!"
The fat minister, who had been narrowly missed by the kick and thought Ichiji was attacking him, turned as white as paper and collapsed to the ground.
Between his trembling legs, a smell of urine wafted.
"Heh..." Niji, arms crossed, burst out laughing.
"Can you lead the way now..."
Ichiji lowered his raised right leg, looking at the somewhat distressed Angus IX and the ministers, and said calmly: "Also, besides your considerable 'remuneration,' I'm not interested in your childish war in the slightest!"