Chapter 162: Weizelan Floating City

Two days later.

Lei En stood on the deck, gazing ahead; the river widened, its rushing waters growing somewhat turbid, and on both banks stretched an endless plain, houses gradually becoming denser, vast swaths of fertile farmland sowed with various crops.

On the distant horizon, a massive city faintly emerged under the noon sun.

"Mo Du has arrived."

Lei En's mood was somewhat complicated, tinged with a hint of unease.

Once he entered the world's most prosperous trade capital, he would face an unknowable destiny.

The two ladies beside him, hearing his words, Pansier nodded, while Aoxiliya gave him a glance and said nothing.

After two days together on the ship, Lei En had roughly discerned the temperament of the dragon mage: outwardly somewhat aloof, distant as if a thousand li away, with a touch of pride, yet in truth she was interested in many things and brimming with curiosity about the unknown.

Most of the time, she positioned herself as an observer, like a silent spectator.

Beneath her seemingly silent exterior, she eagerly appreciated the drama unfolding before her, while her inner mind was actually very active.

For example, now Lei En could sense that Aoxiliya must be muttering something in her mind about his simple exclamation.

"What a pity I can't read minds; otherwise I could hear what she's thinking,"

Lei En thought with a touch of regret.

A moment later, the ship drew nearer to the city, and towering structures became increasingly clear in the view, forming a distinctive skyline.

Although their heights were far below those of the skyscrapers of his previous life, and their shapes were rather plain, lacking brilliance, they still moved Lei En to sigh—they were truly reminiscent.

Looking far away, it seemed as if he had returned to a modern metropolis.

Yet this city also possessed scenery unattainable in his previous life: above the city center, a colossal entity floated above the clouds, visible even from a hundred li away.

"Weizelan Fu Kong Cheng!"

Lei En's spirits lifted; since his crossing, he had heard countless times from people's mouths or read in books the stories of floating cities. To the Empire's people, a floating city held immense significance, meaning countless things, and innumerable souls yearned for it.

Until today, he finally truly saw a floating city.

He activated his Soul Eye, expanding his view to the maximum, taking the entire floating city into his sight. At first glance, the city formed an irregular cone, as if the summit of a mountain had been sliced off, then inverted, with a city built upon the flat cut surface.

In fact, the earliest floating cities were constructed just like that.

The world's first floating city, Augulevi Master's Naiser floating city, sliced an entire mountain peak with magic and then let it soar into the sky.

But the Weizelan floating city was not built that way.

Lei En had read the relevant records; when the Weizelan floating city was first established, people first built the city on the ground, then laid a massive rune array underground, installed the Iola Core to supply power, uprooted the entire city, and let it gradually hover into the heavens.

This method of constructing a floating city ultimately left a huge crater on the ground.

Each method had its strengths and weaknesses, and each represented a different magical philosophy, so they were called the Naiser construction method and the Mo Du construction method.

The Silver Star Duke, when planning his floating city, chose the Mo Du faction's method.

Lei En thought this while observing the floating city.

As the ship approached, the floating city grew clearer to his eyes. The Soul Eye, with its range‑measuring function, precisely gauged its maximum diameter at nearly four kilometers, roughly estimating the urban area at about ten square kilometers.

Within this sky city stood numerous tall towers.

At the very center, a violet spire pierced the heavens, its shaft slender, over five hundred meters tall, its tip like a small sun constantly radiating dazzling light outward.

That light was the purest magical energy, forming a faint yet massive force field, like a gigantic bubble that shielded the entire floating city, dreamlike and ethereal.

Lei En gazed in awe.

It was said that this protective field was a ten‑ring defense spell; once fully activated, unless a deity's true form descended, no force in the world could break it.

He counted once more; beyond the central spire, there were as many as thirteen additional towers.

That meant at least thirteen legendary wizards!

Around the periphery of the floating city lay an even smaller floating city, less than a tenth the size of Weizelan, also bearing a wizard tower that orbited like a satellite, slowly circling Weizelan as its center.

"So magnificent!"

Lei En sighed inwardly.

Such supernatural might would be unimaginable if placed on Earth of his previous life.

When the ship reached the mouth of the Na Qu Mo He, Mo Du's cityscape fully unfolded before his eyes, yet Lei En had no mind to appreciate it.

He looked up; Weizelan hovered about five kilometers above the ground, like a massive shadow draping over his head, blotting out sky and sun, imposing immense pressure.

The ship, near the river's mouth, turned into the Ye Luo River.

The river surface teemed with vessels; traveling upstream, the Mo Du districts flanked both sides, and after a few kilometers the ship finally reached a passenger pier.

The ship docked; Lei En withdrew his gaze from the floating city and scanned the surroundings.

The pier lay on the west bank of the Ye Luo River; looking west revealed an unbroken stretch of buildings—Mo Du's old district, the most densely populated area, with over seventy percent of citizens residing on these tens of square kilometers, its broad avenues teeming with endless traffic.

Across the river lay the domain of the Earl of Glamorgan.

"Disembark,"

At Lei En's command, the ship's stern doors opened; under the lead of Bademon, twenty silver‑armored knights mounted silver‑scaled horses, already ready to depart.

Five Secret Fire Guard wizards also summoned their own magic leopard mounts.

Lei En himself took a seat in the back of a car.

Beside him, Aoxiliya, empowered with the Three‑Ring Invisibility Technique, sat gracefully, keeping a measured distance.

The car descended from the ship and drove onto the pier road.

The silver‑armored knights split into two squads; one cleared the way ahead, the other guarded the car on all sides, moving at the car's pace.

The two leading knights hoisted a banner representing the Earl of Glamorgan.

Its vivid crimson long banner bore a golden emblem of a war hammer crossed with a crescent moon, fluttering in the wind, eye‑catching.

The horses' hooves pounded the ground, producing a series of orderly, heavy booms—

Such a formation instantly drew the attention of the pier's crowd; workers halted their labor, other passengers on the ships stopped to watch, their eyes showing astonishment.

"Which noble lord is this?"

"I don't know," someone shook their head and replied, "the family crest looks very unfamiliar; I've never seen it before."

"Silver Armored Knights!"

A well‑versed transcendent shouted in surprise, "They are Silver Armored Knights, from the Longshande Title: Duke's domain, the army of the Silver Star Title: Duke."

"What are the Silver Armored Knights doing in Mo Du?" someone asked oddly.

"Of course it's to protect the Earl of Glamorgan, *tsk tsk*, that earl is bold enough to actually dare come to Mo Du—perhaps he's tired of living so long?" a well‑informed onlooker said with schadenfreude.

"When did the Earl of Glamorgan appear again?"

"You wouldn't know that, would you? Just recently…"

Sitting in the car, Lei En heard the voices of all things, listened to the people's conversation, and was instantly surprised that even commoners knew the inside story.

The Silver Armored Knights surrounded the car and moved forward along the road.

Along the way, the carriages and cars gave way; the passengers on the vehicles cast complicated glances at Lei En's ride—some surprised, some curious, some showing disgust.

After the car and the Silver Armored Knights passed, some pedestrians muttered a few curses, and some even spat toward the car.

"The citizens of Mo Du don't seem very welcoming to me."

Lei En smiled and said a line.

Ao Xiliya, hidden from sight, was silent for a few seconds, then replied lightly, "Mo Du people are the Empire's most xenophobic; this is only the beginning, you'll see later."

Lei En nodded, offering no further response.

In his vision a map of Mo Du unfolded; according to the plan, the first thing after arriving in Mo Du was to enter the Weizelan Fu Kong Cheng.

Fu Kong Cheng is one of the safest places.

There are two ways to reach Fu Kong Cheng: one is the teleportation arrays scattered throughout the ground city, which transport instantly for a hefty fee.

The other is to take an airship; slower but cheap, usually used for transporting large quantities of cargo and bulky items, such as riding cars and the like.

Mo Du has two airship landing sites; the one nearest the dock is at the busiest spot on the west side of the city, the other lies within the Earl of Glamorgan's domain near the sea, about twenty‑plus li away.

Lei En's destination is the west‑side airship landing site.

However, not far after leaving the dock, the car was still moving down the street, and the Willpower of truth in his mind flickered faintly, seeming to sense danger.

Lei En's expression changed, and he quickly shouted, "Protective Arrow!"

He doesn't know the spell, but knows Ao Xiliya's ability; her reaction was lightning‑fast, without hesitation, instantly casting "Protective Arrow".

A bright beam fell upon Lei En, then vanished without a trace.

Immediately, the car's windshield shattered, as if pierced by something at high speed, then struck the rear seat where Lei En sat; the Protective Arrow took effect, blocking a little.

It was a Soul Gun Bullet, thumb‑sized, its metal tip covered in runes.

Protective Arrow is only a second‑tier spell; it can block all fast‑approaching arrows or bullets, but it has a defensive limit and is shattered in the blink of an eye.

The bullet surged like a bamboo shoot; a layer of lightning armor manifested on Lei En.

A booming sound, the thorny electric armor was pierced, and the bullet precisely struck Lei En's brow.

Bang!

Lei En's head tilted back, spitting out a spray of sparks.

He reached out, touched, and pulled the bullet embedded in his forehead; the wound was shallow, only a few millimeters, no blood had yet flowed, and the wound began to heal.

Nevertheless, Lei En was startled; this was his second time being shot in the head.

"High‑rank Gunner!"

He instantly locked onto the enemy's position, flung the car door open and rushed out, simultaneously activating rapid sprint; his whole body became like a shadow slipping past the Secret Fire Guard Wizards, dashing into a shop at the street side, evading the gunner's line of fire.

In the process, the gunner fired another shot, but missed.

The bullet punched a hole in the ground.

"Enemy attack!"

Only then did the Silver Armored Knights react; Meng Bade shouted loudly, seized a silver‑scaled horse, raised a large shield, turned to see Lei En no longer in the car, and immediately ordered the knights to each find cover.

The five Wizards of the Secret Fire Guard each raised a shield, scanning around, trying to locate the gunner.

Pan Xier flashed and entered the shop where Lei En was hiding.

However, she found no sign of Lei En inside; only a few panicked customers stared at her inexplicably.

"Where did he go?"

(Chapter End)