1474 Real or Fake?
Din. Din. Din. Din. Din.~
"Move! Move! Move!"
The men quickly geared up, not forgetting to take out the dogs.
Whoof!~
Was it time?
Woof! Woof! Woof!~
The dogs barked the moment they saw their men in full uniform.
How could they not recognize the military battle attire consisting of arm shields and everything else?
Woof! Woof!~
The Navy quickly suited each dog up, protecting them with shielded vests.
~Pheee~
A whistling sound that human ears couldn't pick up echoed out. And suddenly, the dogs stood in straight lines at attention.
3 Whistle blows were all it took to issue the command. And in silence, each dog lined up behind its prospective dog leaders.
(*^*)
"Move. Move. Move. Move!"
The dogs were led towards the vehicles on the lower floors without a single word from their human counterparts.
With discipline!
The dogs followed the subunits they were assigned to, seated within the vehicles in preparation for what was to come.
Ammunition had long been packed, vehicles had been checked with no issues detected, spare tires placed in them, and food supplies also tucked away.
Some vehicles were medical, others for the dogs, and some for the fighters.
At the same time, some prepared to descend into the waters instead.
They would only submerge around the forest Coastline regions, away from the docks.
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Landon held Lucy's hand. "Be safe out there."
Of course!" Lucy replied with a sweet but childish smile. "Of course, I'll be safe. Don't you see who you're talking to? Even I think there's almost no one out there who can beat me!"
"Be serious." He flicked her forehead lightly.
Though he wouldn't let anything happen to her, he still wanted her to keep her guard up and stay safe. She also had her teams to overlook.
Their safety was in her hand. And she couldn't afford to be careless.
This was her first mission of his rank.
"I know... I'll be safe."
"Good."
The lovey-dovey couple smiled at each other, immediately feeding dog food to those passing by.
'Your majesty... Queen Lucy... Can't you guys see that this isn't the time for this?' Many inwardly rolled their eyes, forgetting about their initial nervousness.
All single dogs secretly promised to find partners after this. While some just missed their partners back in Baymard.
You have to know that there is always a kind of joy in one's heart when returning home to an overly excited wife, husband, boyfriend, or girlfriend after battling and facing death.
The feeling was like no other, reminding them that this was what they were fighting for. Peace, love, and just a good life.
For others, they only felt better knowing that their partners were here, working alongside them.
Even if they were placed in different groups, so what? At least, they would meet up at some point. They also prayed to their ancestors that their partners also stay safe too.
In the end, the once tense atmosphere changed into an emotional one, with some even jokingly processing their love for others.
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Landon briefly glanced at his watch, holding his walkie-talkie a few inches away from his mouth.
"Pick up the pace."
[Copy that, sir. 18 minutes before impact.]
Most people were seated in the modified military vehicles or the underwater ships, ready to move out.
18 minutes before they reached the busy shores. There was no way out of this. Their presence would be flashy. But so what? Even if many knew, how fast could news travel when relying on horses and carriages? There is no way the enemy would be able to travel and deliver this said news to codename Featherduster, who should be close to the Capital by now.
As for being afraid that the T.O.E.P would have their spies send out word on the present on their technology, quite frankly... Landon didn't care anymore.
He knew the time for war was drawing closer. And sooner and he thought, they would have to head to Morgany.
Thus, let them look! Let them feed their eyes and feast on the havoc he was about to cause.
However... If he should catch them, they'll wish they were born blind from the start.
Landon chuckled coldly, separating from Lucy and heading toward his vehicle.
Alright.
Let the games begin!
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--Docks, Dario Coastal City, Titarian, Zohl.--
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The sun warmly cascaded over the many hilly planes across the scene.
Look left, look right, look all around... One would find no even claims, except for the roads.
The buildings stood firm on these bizarre hills and strange terrains.
To the left, there was a small hill filled with sand, like a desert. Yet just behind this hill was another filled but bushes and greenery as thick as that of a forest. And another had but stones on them.
Just around the visible shoreline, any who draws closer to the city would already see these hills of stark contrast. Some colored yellow, others blue, some white, and others green.
The entire land seemed to have all the colors of a rainbow scattered about.
But these hills were separated from the docks by a vast leveled plain that seemed man-made.
These places used to be small hills that ended up getting dug and leveled by the ancients of the land ages ago.
The busy docks had ships sailed in and out at an alarming pace, only showing how popular the city was.
The sun was up; men carried barrels up and down the docks while others were busy grabbing customers who wanted to sail.
Ah yes...
Dario city was a commercial city with a large inflow of travelers year in and year out. Both noble, merchant and ordinary ships could all be seen docked ashore.
But... where there was light, darkness also prevailed.
In the vast city and along the shorelines, a number of spies hovered around with ill intentions.
However, no one could've prepared them for what was about to come.
Many stared at the fleet of approaching boggles with gruesome expressions.
This... This...
Was this real?
