Hilus Empire, St. Cruz.
The so-called World Museum, in the Dome Palace where royal power and art are perfectly combined, is currently enveloped by a suffocating low-pressure atmosphere.
Snap! Snap! Snap!...
In the council hall, the exquisite floor made of colorful stone slabs shattered under the riotous Combat Qi Flame, causing even the entire temple to hum and vibrate.
"Hahaha... My Imperial Guardian, my 'Flame Bright Light', my Invincible Fleet!
Galliot, it's Galliot again! It was him at the Battle of Benin, and him again at the Battle of Dierben Castle, I don't want to hear that detestable name ever again!
Send troops, send troops for me! I want to make those foolish Tulip bastards pay a painful price, to ensure that those who dare to resist the Empire live in eternal nightmare!"
All the subjects kept their heads low, yet no one took Philip II's angry words seriously.
