The next day, the gates of the Royal City slowly opened.
Finn, riding the Horse of the Underworld, led dozens of Divine Blood Heroes and thousands of skilled warriors from the Fiona Battle Group in a grand march towards the Alien Race Camp outside the city.
Several ravens soaring in the sky captured every movement of the Irish army, reflecting it simultaneously on a Magic Water Plate.
In the ship's cabin, Odin raised his one eye and looked at the Magic Water Plate:
"Still unwilling to give up?"
"We must struggle a bit."
Luo En swirled the wine glass in his hand and remarked with a playful smile,
"Give it your all, what if we win?"
"What if?"
Odin snorted and shook his head, a hint of cruelty appearing on his aged face,
"Fine, I will shatter their last illusion!"
