Chapter 1687
The Real World!
Chapter 1687 The Real World!
In the lavishly decorated, softly lit hall, a diverse array of elegantly dressed figures gathered for a banquet.
However, shortly after the banquet began, just as the nobles were imagining what kind of beautiful and moving memories they would have at the event, a soldier rushed into the banquet hall and whispered a few words in the ear of the host—the third prince of the Holy Britannian Empire, who was also the governor of the city, Clovis LA Britannia. The atmosphere at the banquet suddenly changed.
"What? The Federal Army?"
Clovis looked in surprise at his subordinate, Batley, who was also in charge of the city's army.
"Yes! Just now, the Earth Federation Forces suddenly dispatched a fleet, demanding that we lay down our weapons immediately and accept their surrender."
Bartley looked around. Although he knew this was not the right time, he had no choice but to speak out about the emergency at this moment.
"Why? We have no conflict with the Earth Federation Forces. In fact, not long ago, I approved a plan for our technicians to exchange ideas with the Earth Federation Forces' technical department."
Clovis, though puzzled, raised his hand to signal the guards and waiters around him to guide the guests away from the banquet.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am very sorry! Today's banquet has to be canceled. There have been some unforeseen circumstances. I hope you can understand!"
"No, no, no! Your Highness Clovis, you're exaggerating!"
"Yes! In that case, we'll take our leave now!"
Seeing this, everyone took their leave and departed.
Although Bartley's words were not very clear, how could someone who stands at the top of the empire not have keen observation skills!
War has begun!
Some quick-thinking individuals even suddenly recalled the surrender declaration issued a month ago in the name of His Majesty the Emperor. Coupled with the fact that no news had come from the empire's homeland during this period, as if it had entered a state of slumber, the answer was already clear.
"What a bunch of old foxes."
Clovis glanced at the nobles who were trying to maintain their composure, but whose brows were already furrowed with worry and even panic, before looking at Barthes again.
Has any news arrived from the empire's homeland?
Bartley paused for a moment, then shook his head.
"No, Your Highness. I have tried to contact the Imperial mainland several times. The Imperial mainland has not given a detailed reply, at most only a message saying 'everything is normal'."
"Damn it!"
Clovis's expression changed, he gritted his teeth and cursed angrily.
But the next second, when he saw that the media were still there, the media personnel quickly spoke up, saying that they would follow His Highness Clovis's arrangements and hoped to contribute to His Highness Clovis.
"Let them leave too! Bartley. Gather your troops. Then, issue a warning to the Earth Federation fleet! Demand they leave the waters near this city immediately, or I will declare war on them in the name of Clovis LA Britannia, the Third Prince of the Holy Britannian Empire!"
Batley immediately stood at attention and shouted.
"Yes, Your Highness Clovis! Long live Britannia!"
So, with Batley personally leading the way to "see them off," all the media were escorted outside. At the same time, these media outlets also saw the dark shadow appearing in the sky above the sea outside the city.
"Th-those are Earth Federation Forces mobile suits?!" Among the media personnel, a television producer named Dietrich Litt seemed to have vaguely recognized the origin of those dark figures.
"Everyone! War has broken out! Seek refuge immediately!"
A hint of madness rose in Dietrich Litt’s eyes. He turned and borrowed a camera from the photographer, while also issuing a warning to his colleagues.
"Wait! Ditohart! What do you mean? War? Someone is going to wage war against our Holy Britannian Empire?!"
Among their companions were many die-hard loyalists of the Holy Britannian Empire.
"To wage war against the Holy Britannian Empire? Ha! Perhaps that's not the truth, gentlemen. A month has already passed!"
Dietrich Litt gave a cold laugh, immediately grabbed his camera, and ran toward the tallest building nearby.
In fact, no matter who started the war, it could not affect the driving force that Dietrich Litt was experiencing at this moment, which was increasingly passionate and guided him toward the battlefield.
Living in this city conquered by the Holy Britannian Empire, he witnessed far too much hypocrisy and lies.
When he saw the shadow of war approaching, all the hypocrisy and lies of the past shattered, leaving only a burning expectation that the mobile suits from the Earth Federation Forces would smash this false city to pieces.
"Come on!! Earth Federation Forces mobile suits, let me see your power!!"
When the elevator, which he was riding alone, reached a floor just one flight of stairs away from the roof, a sudden gust of wind from a hundred meters above blew in through the stairwell door, nearly knocking Dietrich, who was carrying a camera, off his feet.
However, just as Dietrich gritted his teeth and used all his strength to rush out of the stairwell door, the GM II riding on the flight platform came speeding by and flew right past Dietrich.
In that instant, the visual impact of the steel body, far surpassing that of the Nightmare, a mobile weapon currently in service with the Holy Britannian Empire, momentarily stunned Dietrich.
"This...this is...the Earth Federation Forces' mobile suit?!"
A sinister smile, a hint of madness, suddenly appeared on Dietrich's face.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!! That's it!! That's exactly how it looks!! This is the kind of news I've been looking for!! This is the most authentic reality!!!"
But the surprises didn't end there.
As Dietrich raised his camera, trying to focus on the already departing Jim II, a distant rumble caught his attention.
As he turned around abruptly, he saw the most unforgettable scene of his life.
Like a mythical bird that blots out the sky, this colossal creature, capable of obscuring half the sky, flew into the airspace above the city at a seemingly slow but actually extremely fast speed, escorted by twenty GM IIs equipped with flight ramps.
As the steel bird with a wingspan of 524 meters soared over the city, Dietrich felt as if his blood had been ignited, filling him with immense excitement and turning his face flushed.
"Garuda!! Garuda!! The mythical steel bird!!! Hahahahahaha!!!"
(End of this chapter)