Six hours later, Chaoyang and Ailuodi arrived by plane in an area twenty kilometers outside the Royal Capital—the reason they only made it to the outskirts was that they had discovered mechanical birds already sporadically appearing in this region.
Fortunately, Angels could fly, and as long as they had enough wishing power, their speed was not much slower than that of a plane. Ailuodi took Chaoyang skimming over the ground, completing the last leg of their journey. When the two first laid eyes on the city at the heart of the Old Continent, they were taken aback by what they saw.
Instead of calling it a city, it was more like a hive.
The mechanical birds swirled densely in the sky like a dark cloud when they grouped together, their numbers almost incalculable. Their figures crouched on the city walls, tree branches, rooftops, everywhere, these machines vigilantly watching over the outskirts with such diligence that Ailuodi dared not approach rashly.
The streets were deserted.
