In a corner of Gnaku, a group of figures of different clothes were gathering together. Seeing them whispering from time to time, their faces were full of solemnity, they seemed to be discussing something.

"Chief, what should I do next? Because of the last time the intelligence leaked, these natives have begun to marginalize us." A strong man in the crowd said with anger. Listening to his loud voice, even lowering his voice would not have much effect.

"Yes! The last time a spy appeared among our challengers, they found the clues and suspected that they were on us!" A small man next to the strong man said in a sharp voice.

"Where did the evidence come from? Why didn't I see it? It's just suspicion! Our mission has no conflict with the indigenous people. On the contrary, we have to help them complete the task!" On the other hand, the middle-aged man with a serious expression and a mustache retorted.

"Aren't that guy and girl the same guy before?! My teammate was secretly killed by that guy while monitoring the subject!!" The boy suddenly rose and shouted.

Just as this explosive barrel was about to break out, it was called the leader by everyone. The leader's figure raised his right hand and his cold eyes instantly swept across everyone present.

"Quiet!"

A cold voice sounded, and the figure stood up and looked at everyone and said, "Now, everyone is back to their posts, checking the body and preparing ammunition. Next is a big battle, and this is an opportunity to prove us!"

After saying that, this figure turned around and left under the fearful gaze of everyone.

"What? It's just B+ level! It's not that I've never seen it!" In the crowd, a challenger who looked like a little girl muttered in secret. Suddenly, her whole body became cold, as if she was being targeted by some ferocious beast. Just as the little girl challenger felt stiff and almost suffocating, the coldness that occupied the whole body receded like a tide. If the little girl challenger hadn't lie on the ground and gasped, I'm afraid all this would seem like a nightmare.

"What's going on?" the little girl thought in confusion while panting. The challenger beside her was also looking at the colleague with confusion.

Royal Palace of Windermere.

In a gorgeous and comfortable room, a young boy was kneeling on one knee in front of a large bed wrapped in white six-wings. On the bed was lying an old man, who was drooping and unconscious, with a hint of wrinkles faintly on his forehead, and there were many white spots on both sides of his face spreading along the outline of his face, occupying most of the face that was extremely similar to that of a boy kneeling on one knee.

"My son, get up!" The old man's powerless voice slowly rang.

"Yes! Father!" Gramia Nerisi stood up after hearing this.

"Come on! Come here and let me see you!" The old king raised his hand slightly, patted the edge of the bed and said.

As Gramia Nerisi slowly approached, the old king's turbid eyes gradually shone with a sense of brilliance.

"Well, um. As expected, the white knight should soar in the sky." Looking at the young prince who became more wise and mighty, the old king's face gradually turned red, and even the white spots that occupied most of his face seemed to fade away a lot.

"Father! You've lost weight!" Gramia Nerisy looked at the old king with sad eyes. The Windermeres have strong physical fitness, but the price is heavy. The average life expectancy of the Windermeres is only one-third of that of the human beings. 30 years. This is a number that all Windermeres must know. For human beings, just thirty years are just at the peak of their lives, but for the Windermeres, it is the time of death.

Too short! Too short! Gramia Nelisi reached out and held the old king's right hand and thought silently. He was a little confused about why the original civilization that created them would make them live for only thirty years so short. Looking at the old king who was young, radiant, but now he has become old, Gramia Nelisi's heart hurts.

"What? My son? Are you tired after the war?" The old king noticed the young prince's distractedness and asked with concern.

Gramia Nerisili shook his head repeatedly, squeezed out a smile and said, "It's okay, I just thought of something. I'm a little immersed."

"Oh? My son. Are you talking about the song of the wind?" The old king said with a look of emotion and suddenly a little excited.

The young prince nodded and then told the old king the news he had obtained from the Archbishop.

"Is that so? Are the Wind Songs tired? What a pity! If it weren't for the burden of this incomplete body, I would have wanted to meet the Wind Songs." The old king said regretfully.

Gramia Nerisy smiled bitterly, comforted the old king, and then quietly left the vast bedroom after accompanying the old king to fall asleep.

Just as silence was about to cover the bedroom, a slight sound rang out.

"You heard it all?" The old king's voice came from under the closed six wings.

"Yes! Your Majesty!" A voice sounded from behind the bookcase placed on one side of the bed.

"Then, go! No matter it is the New United Army or the Hope Goddess Cult, they are not trustworthy. The fate of our Windermeres can only be in our hands." The old king's voice sounded faintly.

"Yes! Your Majesty!" Another slight sound came out.

After that, a slight breathing sound slowly came from under the closed six wings.

A few days later, in the airspace near Windermere Star, a fleet of hundreds of warships was slowly gathering. With the gathering of these behemoths, a solemn atmosphere before the war gradually enveloped the void and firmly surrounded the fleet.

As the fleet slowly moved, a huge warship with a different shape from other warships was sailing rapidly from the road where the warships on both sides made way apart. The bridge, like a human head, was a huge main gun and a wide take-off runway on both sides of the bridge, and behind the bridge were two sets of hulls with huge thrust power engines neatly distributed according to some rules. Such a unique shape was clearly the most proud powerful warship of the New Union Army - MACROSS.

At this time, on the bridge of this MACROSS, a man with a grimace was looking at the surroundings in amazement and said, "Tsk tsk! I didn't expect you to get this warship! I really didn't expect it! I've never done my work in it. You know, every MACROSS is registered."

"The devout believers are willing to offer precious treasures to the Church of God." Bishop Alto, who also boarded the MACROSS, said this without changing his expression.

"Pious? Hehe! Hahaha! Joke!!" The metallic unpleasant voice suddenly laughed wildly. If that terrifying face had not covered the man's face, Bishop Alto would have seen the twisted smile.

"Don't tell me about the God Cult! My decades of hard work have been ruined by you. Now I will help you, just get what you need! The First Bishop!" The man with a grimace said sternly.

"I understand! Then, please, Your Excellency! Commanding the battle is not my strength!" Bishop Alto said respectfully after looking at the Ghost Face Man. The Ghost Face Man in front of him is the most mysterious existence of the Hope Goddess Cult. Since the Archbishop formed the Paladin, the Paladin chief has always heard the sound but disappeared. Now that he can see him with his own eyes and contact him, it is the first time in Bishop Alto's decades of coaching career.

"Who is he?" Bishop Alto couldn't help but wonder.

"Send the order! Order the troops to speed up the assembly speed! Time waits for no one! If you still want to succeed in the Goddess Cult, give me 300% of the strength!!" The man with a grimace did not know the doubts in Bishop Alto's heart, but even if he knew, he would only snort with disdain. For him, nothing is more important than the next action.

"Soon soon! I will be able to show my powerful power soon! You guys, wait for me!!" The man with grimace looked at the gathering fleet and kept roaring in his heart.

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At the same time, He Wuming unexpectedly received an anonymous letter. The paper anonymous letter was placed on He Wuming's desk after passing multiple strict inspection procedures. He Wuming accidentally stroked the gentle paper and kept guessing the source of the letter. Although He Wuming thought of many possibilities, he still found nothing in the end.

"Forget it! Take it apart and take a look!" He Wuming frowned, and simply didn't want to, so he opened the envelope and shook out the paper inside. As the paper was opened by He Wuming, the content written on it was also displayed in front of He Wuming.

When He was inexplicably seeing the content on the paper, his expression changed slightly. After confirming the content repeatedly, he put down his hands and pressed the paper on the table, closed his eyes and turned his mind quickly.

Accident! It was really surprising!

The content on the letter paper surprised He Wuming very much. The mail sent this mail was not anyone or any force He Wuming guessed, but a force that had never appeared in the original work. The Resistance Army of Windermere Star was an underground organization established to help his compatriots get rid of the shackles of the Goddess of Hope. According to the information disclosed in a few sentences on the envelope, the organization that called himself a rebel army founded a few days ago that the Goddess of Hope gathered a powerful fleet of warships in the airspace near Windermere Star, with an intention to launch an attack on Ragna. Therefore, given the principle that the enemy's enemy is a friend, the Resistance Army sent people to send a warning.
Chapter completed!