From Outpost 9 onwards, Bolton survived and made great contributions time and time again, all thanks to this butler.
Bolton has recently become quite famous, but fame can fool some people, but it can't fool smart people. Where is the Bolton in front of us as a war hero? He's clearly just a pretty face.
So, if all the credit goes to this butler, then this butler is truly remarkable!
The eleventh prince chuckled and said, "Bolton didn't tell you everything. The Silver Duke has the authority to appoint not just 11 marquises, but 15! If you can come and help me, what's wrong with giving you a marquisate?!"
Regardless of whether it can be given or not, let's just draw up a picture first.
Marquis Bolton, who was standing nearby, quickly said, "My wife also promised that if you make a name for yourself in this expedition, the Marquis will naturally take credit for you."
Eleventh Brother: "I can get you an A-grade gene serum to make you an A-grade expert. Trust me, the side effects of the gene serum in Silver City are definitely minimal."
Bolton: "Even the minor side effects of Grade A gene therapy will alter one's physical form and shorten one's lifespan. If I really wanted to give it to someone, I could ask my wife for it."
Eleventh Prince: "I can give you 24 beautiful female slaves."
Bolton: "My wife's maids are all very beautiful, and I can give you 24 beautiful maids as well."
Old Eleven stared wide-eyed, "So what if you have a princess wife?"
At this point, it no longer matters how powerful or valuable Qing Chen is; what matters is that Silver City cannot lose face.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, took off his shoes, and sat cross-legged on the command seat: "As far as I know, Bolton has made so many great contributions, but you haven't received much credit, have you? Are you a level 9 citizen now? Or a level 8 citizen? If you follow me, all the credit will be yours. You're already a level 5 baron!"
Bolton was dumbfounded. It was an undeniable fact that he had indeed taken a lot of credit from Qing Chen...
After a long silence, Bolton muttered, "I'm sorry..."
Qing Chen was speechless. This was no marquis at all; she was clearly a girl who couldn't win an argument and could only shed tears of grievance!
He comforted her, saying, "It's only reasonable to give you the credit for what you did before. After all, given my status, even if I told others that I did those things, they wouldn't believe me. Just remember that, you and the Fifth Princess."
"Really? You don't mind?" Bolton's eyes lit up. "I can give you my ancestral home in the Central Royal City. It's very big and very valuable!"
"Does the Fifth Princess know about this?" The Eleventh Prince rolled his eyes. "I remember that place is now the Fifth Princess's villa..."
“It’s alright, I’ll discuss it with my wife,” said the Marquis of Bolton.
The eleventh son waved his hand impatiently: "Butler, you can think about it yourself. This guy keeps talking about his wife. What's the point of assisting someone like that? You might as well come work for me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the holographic projection in the command room turned on, revealing a middle-aged man with graying temples standing inside.
The eleventh brother was taken aback: "Big brother?"
The Silver Duke said solemnly, "This war is very important. Stop eating, drinking, and having fun. Do what you're supposed to do."
Old Eleven scratched his head: "Okay, sure!"
Qing Chen raised an eyebrow. It turned out that not all Black Knights were as frivolous as the Eleventh.
If breathing techniques can reverse the Black Knights' untimely demise, will it change the situation in the Western Continent?
But Qing Chen doesn't understand the Black Knights right now, and he doesn't want to try it rashly. The path of the knight is the most precious thing to him.
At this moment, Old Eleven put on his shoes, sat upright in the command seat: "Don't rush to eat the steak, let's get to work, full speed ahead!"
Qing Chen asked, "What is the mission of Airship Number Eleven?"
Old Eleven glanced at him: "If you join Silver City, I'll tell you."
Qingchen had a feeling that Silver City's mission was not to attack Duke Storm and quell the rebellion.
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Countdown 92:00:00.
Four o'clock in the morning.
The No. 5 outpost was in complete chaos, with people coming and going, all extremely busy.
Countless soldiers ran back and forth on the tarmac, frantically loading ammunition and supplies onto the airships before directing the Blackwater City Army's airships to take off.
With the great battle approaching, everyone was gripped by an uncontrollable tension.
In the highest control tower of the outpost, the soldiers waited anxiously for the Storm Group Army to arrive.
The officer in charge of the control tower paced back and forth inside, and said sternly, "Report the situation!"
"There's still no movement from the Forbidden Forest. The Phoenix City Army said twenty minutes ago that they were on their way back, but now we can't get in touch with them."
"The Storm Group Army has appeared in radar range, just 50 kilometers away. At the fastest, it can arrive in 10 minutes!"
The officer snarled, "What? You only detected him after he entered 50 kilometers?! Our phased array radar covers 1200 kilometers. Why did you wait until he entered 50 kilometers before you detected him?"
The soldier said tremblingly, "I don't know either. They suddenly appeared on the radar."
The officer was startled.
With the advent of phased array radar, the concept of 'stealth aircraft' has become virtually obsolete.
So if even an air fortress is only detected when it enters a 50-kilometer radius, it means their radar system has been hacked!
But why didn't they just destroy the radar system?!
The other person could have easily come to you without a sound, but instead left you 50 kilometers to write your will. That's incredibly kind of them.
Everyone had heard that Duke Storm was a genius at warfare, sometimes winning battles before they even began, just like when he went alone to Storm City Army to persuade them to surrender during his struggle for the throne. It was always unexpected.
The soldier in the control tower looked at the radar, and the dense array of ships on it made his scalp tingle.
Turning around, the soldier suddenly realized that several of his colleagues were missing. They had just said they were going to the toilet, but they hadn't returned yet. Could they have run away?
However, at that very moment, dozens of missiles flew in from a distance, spanning 50 kilometers. The missiles' exhaust flames stretched long Mach rings, looking like halberds thrown by ancient gods!
The tower soldiers could see the missile trajectories on the radar from afar; these missiles were clearly heading straight for them!
The tower soldiers waited quietly, but when the missile entered within 10 kilometers, the surface-to-air anti-missile system at Outpost No. 5 still hadn't reacted.
He was terrified. He was doomed!
The soldier said to the officer behind him, "Sir, we're finished!"
The officer in the control tower yelled into the communications channel: "Why hasn't the anti-missile system been activated? Where is our laser anti-missile system?"
But no one answered him.
Not only was the radar system destroyed, but the entire surface-to-air missile defense system was also destroyed!
The commander was stunned, simply because he believed that Duke Storm was incapable of doing this, since the anti-missile system was in the hands of the royal family!
Despair. In the control tower of Outpost No. 5, only despair began to spread.
With a series of loud bangs, a missile pierced the control tower window at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
A massive burst of fire erupted, shattering entire panes of glass and reducing the entire command tower to ashes in an instant. The intense heat also engulfed the fleeing soldiers and officers.
There's more than just this one.
A total of 32 Longhorn-11 missiles fell in succession!
At Outpost 5, those airships that hadn't yet taken off never had the chance to fly again.
Their metal shells melted in the high temperature, turning into a pile of white molten steel.
All the logistics soldiers in the base were engulfed in flames. In the blinding light, their figures were reduced to blurry black shadows before disappearing into the fire.
With the advent of modern warfare, all wars have become much faster.
Destroying the air force base, anti-missile system, and guidance system within 24 hours became a critical matter.
No one expected that Duke Storm was so well prepared and that he could destroy the information system of Outpost 5 so easily.
Who knows how many years the Duke of Storms had been preparing for this day?
The Storm City Army has arrived, and from the very beginning they have used the most ferocious attacks, relentlessly bombarding the city with fire without holding back any ammunition.
This was probably the grandest scene in the history of Roosevelt's kingdom's wars.
But the question is... what about the Virtuoso? Why didn't the Virtuoso foresee all of this?
This vast Outpost No. 5 has no Jester stationed there.
The Roosevelt royal family had never fought such a frustrating battle before. They relied on the wits' foresight and were used to anticipating the enemy's moves on the battlefield.
But now, the Fates have suddenly disappeared and fallen silent, as if they had never existed.
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In the Forbidden Forest, dozens of giants climbed to the treetops, using their racial talents to gaze at the distant sky.
A giant muttered, "Whoa!"
(I see the Storm Fortress! It has reached the skies above Outpost 5! Its carrier-based aircraft are as numerous as hairs on a cow, and the airships around it are like a group of highly skilled black knights! The Blackwater City Army Group is at a disadvantage and could collapse at any moment!)
In the Giants' Court, most giants would smear their bodies with black and green paint, but only the most valiant warriors could paint their entire bodies black and were called Black Warriors.
"Whoa!"
(Outpost No. 5 was engulfed in flames; at least six hundred airships that hadn't yet taken off were all destroyed!)
"Whoa!"
(The Blackwater City army is about to collapse, but I see the Phoenix City army is heading back, which might create a two-on-one situation against Duke Storm.)
At this moment, the giant exclaimed again, "Whoa!"
(The Blackwater air fortress was penetrated by the Storm's main guns, and its protective deck was completely destroyed!)
The king of giants listened to his people describe the battle, which was exactly the same as what the prophet had described.
This time, the Duke of Storms' pledge of allegiance was sincere enough.
The enemy has now destroyed hundreds of Roosevelt Kingdom airships and is about to shoot down an aerial fortress. If this doesn't count as a pledge of allegiance, what does?
Now that a heavyweight has finally chosen to betray the kingdom, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the Giants Dynasty.
All the giants looked toward the King of Giants, waiting silently.
The King of Giants straightened his hunched back!
The time has come!
If Storm City, Blackwater City, and Phoenix City are all severely weakened here, then the giants will only have to face the forces of Silver City and Central City.