「A year and a half later.」
「The Great Library Plane, Seventh Cross-Realm Transfer Port.」
One hundred and twenty large berths lined the floating ring, their loading platforms piled high with all sorts of packaged ores and supplies.
Above the port, a massive shadow would pass through the clouds every few minutes.
The port received hundreds of cross-planar vehicles daily.
Floating Cities, Alchemy Battleships, Living Battleships, and even Flying Giant Beasts pulled by chains—the port staff had seen it all.
So, when Allen rented a large berth, the Wizard on duty merely lifted an eyelid.
"Rental duration?"
"Twenty-four hours."
"Vehicle length?"
"Fifteen hundred meters."
The Wizard's hand, holding his pen, paused.
He looked at Allen again.
"A private warship?"
"Yes."
"Weapons off. Do not charge the main cannon. Within the port's perimeter, Protective Force Field output must not exceed ten percent. You will pay in full for any damage to the berth."
"Understood."
