The Flying Carriage Palace suddenly rose to thousands of feet in the air, and just as it was about to accelerate northward, a thick, dark cloud came floating in from the south. A huge, furry hand reached out from the center of the cloud, and the palm of the hand had a large, ring-toothed mouth. It grabbed for the Flying Carriage Palace!
The faces of the five hundred elite soldiers darkened as they prepared to fight to the death, relying on the Flying Carriage Palace. For soldiers, living off their rations was a matter of course, and being an elite often meant receiving high allowances. They wouldn't give up their hard-earned money for nothing. No matter what tried to take it, they wouldn't agree.
