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"Giant God Soldier!"

"Those are...our reinforcements?"

The soldiers of Caesar's army, recovering from the initial shock and silence, erupted into a frenzied cheer like a tidal wave.

"Glory to Caesar!"

"Victory belongs to Caesar!"

Dyna Zeon is fundamentally different from Ultraman. Ultraman's stance is extremely clear: he cannot get involved in human civil war.

However, DynaZeon is just a mecha; although it has self-awareness and is a living being, it depends more on the user.

Qiong pondered, noticing that the creature opposite him resembled a monster.

Try throwing a couple of punches first.

And then, that was it.

The mountain people watched in despair as the giant dragon was impaled on the ground headfirst by the giant warriors, their morale crumbling.

Then, Georia awoke.

The Titan of the Earth, a colossal creature hundreds of meters tall, is normally killed by entering its body and attacking its heart.

But the stats of the super mechs are illogical.

And Caesar insidiously employed a two-pronged approach.

Aglaia, Hazel, and Tissou formed an elite team and used the Hundred Realms Gate to enter Georia's body while he was asleep.

At this point, they launched a pincer attack from both inside and outside.

Gioria typed GG.

Just as Titi had predicted, the great earthquake struck at the moment the Earth Titan died.

The entire continent of Onpharos was as if struck by a heavy hammer, with mountains visibly shifting and cracking open into bottomless chasms.

The river changed course instantly, and towering waves surged onto the plain.

Caesar, who was well-prepared, issued a series of orders.

Titi, accompanied by her carefully selected, top-performing earth-attribute golden warrior and a wondrous beast named Rockhoof that displayed extraordinary affinity with the earth's veins, instantly teleported to the Fire Seed through the Hundred Realms Gate.

The trial begins immediately.

However, no matter how much effort she put in or how far-sighted she planned, Kerudela could not possibly be completely foolproof.

Especially the trial phase, which was something she couldn't influence no matter how resourceful she was.

Both the Golden Clan and the Mythical Beasts failed.

At the critical moment, just as Qiong was about to step in herself.

The one who was confronting him, named the Wild Flute Dragon, surrendered, requesting to undergo the Fire Trial, and proposed that if successful, Caesar should take good care of all the Mountain People.

It was wise of them; since they were no match for the enemy, they did their utmost to protect their compatriots.

In the critical moment, Kerudela did not hesitate for a moment and pointed her scepter.

"Accurate, Wild Flute, inherit the torch, the Empire promises, the people of the mountains will forever be subjects of the Empire."

The giant dragon, Desolate Flute, charged headlong into the flames without hesitation. After a few breathtaking seconds, a dragon's roar resounded through the heavens.

The body of the desolate flute was enveloped in a rich, earthy yellow light, its rocky scales became even thicker, and its size seemed to have expanded again, emanating a powerful and stable pulse of the earth.

It succeeded.

But it did not stop at all; the desolate flute stirred up the cracked earth, using its own body to fuse them back together.

Caesar's army returned in triumph to Ohmma.

The holy city held a grand celebration and investiture ceremony.

Caesar posthumously conferred upon the dragon Wild Flute the title of Lord of the Land of the Dipper.

The empire also kept its promise, bringing the mountain tribes under its protection and granting them autonomy and respect.

Six months later, Qiong chose to fall into a deep sleep again on March 7th, and Mimi followed her.

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Volume 1: Chapter 891 Meow meow meow meow, the world is truly wondrous.

The year is 3948 in the Guangli calendar.

The setting sun cast a cheap copper hue over the city of Dolores.

In a small weaving workshop on the outskirts of the city, the spinning machines emitted a monotonous and weary clattering sound.

An elderly woman with graying temples sat in the dim light, her calloused fingers deftly reeling silk and threading the yarn, watching the pure white silk slowly flow from the loom like a stream.

A person came to buy cloth.

"Boss, how much is a bolt of this white silk?"

"Two thousand liheng coins per bolt."

The old woman raised her head, and a kind and sincere smile bloomed on her face, which was etched with the wrinkles of time.

"two thousand?"

The man in black looked at the old woman with suspicion and bewilderment.

so cheap?

Just as the old woman was about to smile and nod in repetition, a childlike, clear, and slightly bouncy voice rang out.

"No, no!"

That was a cute little girl, around five years old, who could give any otaku a heart attack.

The cat ears on its head were covered with soft, silvery-white down on the inside, and the tips were edged with a sky-blue border.

A long, white-to-black gradient tail swayed merrily from side to side as she trotted along.

"The old lady is getting on in years and often forgets the prices."

The little cat girl was tiny, but she wasn't afraid at all.

Like a little adult, she took a few steps and stood in front of the old woman, puffing out her non-existent chest and taking over the conversation in a lively childlike voice.

"This fine white silk costs 20,000 liheng coins per bolt."

"Holy crap! Is the silk exterior made of gold, or is the silk lining made of gold?"

Upon hearing the price, the man couldn't help but chuckle.

"Uncle, what you're saying..."

The little cat girl tiptoed, pulled out a bit of white silk, and started chatting and promoting her wares to the customers.

"Look at this! Where can you find such fine silk these days? This silk was all hand-woven by Grandma. The raw materials are a new breed of silkworms cultivated by Lord Firemoth of the Empire, and the style is the same as Firemoth's. You think it's too expensive, and I think it's too expensive too."

The man was taken aback by her words. The cool, silky sensation on his fingertips was indeed extraordinary. He nodded and chuckled.

"Give me two horses."

"Alright!"

The little girl darted into the room like a nimble cat, skillfully moved out a small stool, stood on it, and tiptoed to select fabrics from the shelves.

How about this one?

Is this fabric warm?

"We run a weaving workshop, why would we sell you tattered rags?"

The little cat-like girl deftly rolled up the cut silk and handed it over with a grin.

"Sincerely, forty thousand liheng coins."

The man paid and walked away carrying the cloth.

"My dear child, why are you lying again? The silkworms Grandma has here aren't some new breed from the Empire."

The old woman tried to interrupt several times, but the little cat girl stopped her with her tiny hands behind her back.

Only after the guests left did she reach out with a mixture of helplessness and affection and gently tap Sai Feier's forehead.

"If Pado finds out, she'll definitely teach you a lesson."

"Grandma Enya, if you sell fabric like this, you'll be poor your whole life."

The girl disregarded the old woman's advice and even started lecturing her.

"Everyone else is cheating and swindling, but Grandma Enya is so honest, she'll get bullied."

"Two thousand liheng coins, the profit margin is too thin."

"Mom won't be angry with me if she finds out; she'll definitely praise me for doing a good job!"

The girl handed 40,000 liheng coins to the old woman, stuck out her tongue cutely, and put one hand on her hip.

Honesty is still more appealing.

The old woman lovingly stroked Serfie's soft hair and her trembling cat ears.

"Ah, yes, yes, yes."

The girl had no intention of arguing with the old man; if he had listened to her, he wouldn't be in such poverty.

"My dear child, what brings you here today? Does Pado need some cloth?"

As the old woman spoke, she walked toward the silks laid out on the wooden table.

"Hehe~ Mom's going to make me new clothes!"

The girl's steps were light and cheerful.

"And this too."

She magically produced a hairpin from her back pocket.

"This is for you, Grandma Enya."

"This...this is the one I lost before."

The old woman's gaze fell upon the hairpin lying quietly in the little girl's palm. She stopped abruptly, her cloudy eyes widened instantly, and her lips trembled slightly.

"My dear child, this hairpin is..."

Overwhelmed by ecstasy, she was followed by a deeper sense of unease.

This hairpin was a gift from her son, and it was the most valuable item in the weaving workshop.

It was also her only solace for her son after he and his wife died in the war.

She once wrapped herself in the softest cloth, layer by layer, and carefully hid her in the gaps between the roof beams.

But even this last hope couldn't be preserved in the city of thieves; it was stolen by the ever-present thieves.

“This is something my mom found, haha. She thought this hairpin suited Grandma Enya very well, so she asked me to bring it to you.”

The girl scratched her cheek with her finger.

"I see."

The old woman remained silent for a long time after hearing this.

Her hands, calloused and bearing the marks of time, trembled as she accepted the hairpin wrapped in a clean cloth, as if holding a fragile treasure.

"Fei'er, help Grandma... thank your mother properly."

She's lived most of her life; what hasn't she experienced?

Some things are better left unsaid, understood only in your heart.

"Mmm~!"

Her full name was Sefalia, and her nickname was Sefalia. The little girl nodded mischievously, her cat ears twitching nimbly, clearly very happy.

"Here, take all these silks back to Pado."

"Grandma Enya, you don't need this much!"