"Kite has returned, open - the - passage -"

Two rows of officers and men, upon hearing the command, grabbed the large wooden wheel handles on the tower and shouted all together. They were topless, showing their muscles, using their strength altogether, the wooden wheel from above spun around, and the path made of large stones under the city was divided into two.

The numerous interlocking gears were twisted in a circle, and the stone bricks on both sides were separated into two roads.

The earth split open, revealing a deep dark river underground, running through the entirety of Yanhui Town.

The commander blew a long note from the tong hou, and the sound was carried in all directions.

The Kite also responded with a roar. Then, countless flaming wings were simultaneously exerted, and the steam was frantically surging all around - it was ready to land.

The first patch of 'Rations' rained down from above, and the groups of little children underneath were in a frenzy, all reaching out to grab hold of them.

Unfortunately, the path for sending out Rations was short. Very soon, the Giant Kite landed at the center of the river, proudly standing still on the water's surface, coming to a halt in front of everyone.

The ship's body struck awe in one's heart, the faint glimmer of the cold metal was full of unspeakable killing intent. The ship's signaling sound was strangely dreadful and tragic; it wouldn't stop resonating throughout all of Yanhui Town, like fallen souls on the battlefield from many millennia ago had woken up and sung in unison.

The Giant Kite entered the city along the dark river, little by little, cutting through the water. A soldier on board made a long signal.

"Light - off -"

The ship's two flaming wings were immediately extinguished: there was a burning scent comparable to that of exploded firecrackers lingering in the air. The Giant Kite marched forward, floating along with the river's current. The decorations in the shape of dragons all around its body resembled totems from another time and age, bringing along a demonic aura.

Chang Geng was observing the Giant Kite from the crowd. Even though he said that he did not want to come and had seen the Kite's return many times, when facing the real deal, he was still stunned by the ship's impressive size.

If the Northern Patrol unit was already this mighty, then what kind of prowess would the national weapon - The Black Iron Camp's three major factions - behold?

The young boy who was confined in this remote and narrow corner of Yanhui Town could not picture it no matter how hard he tried.

As the Giant Kite approached, the heat waves from the already extinguished flaming fins flashed onto one's face. Chang Geng subconsciously went to grab the person next to him and said: "The Kite has arrived. There are too many people here; let's step back a little."