Fairy tale: Little Red Riding Hood's wolf mentor

Surrounded by dark clouds, deep within the Weisser Kingdom's Sky Conquest Fleet, was its most massive airship.

It could almost be called a fortress floating in the sky, its walls etched with intricate and inverted patterns, and its colors as flamboyant as a peacock's plumage.

Its entire lower half was carved from a dark black stone.

It was like some kind of… special lodestone transformed by magic, allowing the entire airship to float in the sky.

But the most oppressive feature was the array of cannons surrounding the airship, like countless eyes, numbering even a thousand!

This was no small number; on this battlefield, the Weisser Kingdom, a hegemon that had conquered countless countries, had only ten thousand troops in its entire force.

Deep within the Sky Conquest Fleet's flagship was a brightly lit room.

“Your Majesty, today another forty-two laborers have died from overwork. The Western Army has a total of over three hundred laborers or slaves who have gone on strike, demanding a period of rest…”

A messenger knelt before the Weisser King, reporting each word carefully.

But the Weisser King on the throne grew increasingly impatient, his brow furrowing as he directly cut off the messenger's words:

“What's going on?! Do I need to be asked about such things? Are so many people just eating and doing nothing?”

The messenger was drenched in cold sweat upon hearing this, but he remained kneeling on the ground, uttering, “Please… advise me.”

“Just as before, dying from exhaustion is their sacrifice for the Weisser Kingdom; they should feel honored for it—ignore them.

As for those who dare to strike? Heh, if they don't want to contribute to the Weisser Kingdom—then they are traitors to the Weisser Kingdom!”

The Weisser King sneered, then continued without hesitation, “Seize a few, find the ringleaders, and use their families as threats. If they still dare to strike and not work—publicly execute the leaders by slow slicing in front of the others!”

Hearing the Weisser King's casual words, the messenger dared not say another word and retreated as if fleeing for his life.

Following closely behind the messenger was an officer in black armor, his face also bearing a hint of solemnity:

“Your Majesty, we have received reports from the rear, in the former capital of the Bell Kingdom, that the people there have started a rebellion… The suppression force is insufficient. Should I take some troops back to reinforce?”

The officer bowed, asking somewhat uneasily.

“Rebellion? It seems my methods of conquering the Bell Kingdom's capital were too lenient, allowing many to escape—leading some death-seekers to think they can make small moves now that the army is gone?”

A trace of murderous intent flashed in the Weisser King's eyes. He caressed the longsword at his waist, sneering, “You don't need to go back to reinforce. Just destroy the Goethe Kingdom first, and then it won't be too late to return—

What can those guys with hoes and clubs use to fight against my Sky Conquest Fleet?”

As he spoke, the Weisser King turned his gaze to a very detailed map on the nearby wall, marked with numerous arrows extending around the Weisser Kingdom.

These were all the targets that the Weisser Kingdom's army was advancing towards and wanted to conquer.

And the closest one, surrounded by several arrows, was labeled with the words 'Goethe Kingdom'.

“As for the Goethe Kingdom, I should take a lesson. I can't be too benevolent this time—

When it's destroyed, capture all their generals, king, and other miscellaneous ministers, and execute them all by slow slicing. Even their corpses should be strung up on wooden stakes and planted next to the city.

That way, those ignorant people will know the consequences of defying me!

Oh, right, I heard… that the Goethe Kingdom is the most prosperous country? Hmph, when the time comes, when those people see this ruin, they will know that the Weisser Kingdom will be the strongest in the world!”

The Weisser Kingdom general opened his mouth, but he lowered his head and nodded, saying:

“Your Majesty is wise!”

As the Weisser King spoke, he licked his lips, picking up a glass of red wine from the nearby table and gently swirling it, like blood, making him feel sincerely comfortable:

“Remember, those foolish, cowardly people will only fear the strong.

In all the world, only I—am the true king. The others, those outwardly strong but inwardly weak individuals who also want to be kings, can only be conquered by me one by one, and then prostrate themselves at my feet in fear…

Power, armies, that is the most essential thing. Born to be a king, I only need to conquer.

And those weaklings—they will surely submit!”

“I understand, Your Majesty. I will proclaim your majesty, making everyone tremble at your name!”

Watching the general salute and retreat,

The Weisser King felt somewhat bored. Since the appearance of the Sky Conquest Fleet, he had never encountered any opponents. The armies of all countries had easily collapsed.

No country had the slightest ability to resist.

He had no doubt that the Goethe Kingdom today would perish like the other countries before it—

His ambitions had long begun to rise above the ground.

“Conquest, conquest, I will conquer many people, no—not just people, but also…”

The King murmured, his gaze moving to the wall, next to the map, a tattered hanging painting, depicting what can be seen in most churches—a portrait of God and angels.

The Weisser King pulled out a knife from his waist and quickly threw it at the painting!

The flying knife pierced the center of the portrait, adding another gash.

“Summon Scholar Gio.”

He suddenly spoke. A guard outside the door quietly acknowledged and turned to leave.

Before long, the guard returned to the room, this time bringing a man with a peculiar appearance.

And this man was the “Scholar Gio” in the Weisser King's words.

His body swayed, almost dragged into the room by the guard, staggering. He tilted his head, wearing a monocle, his two eyes looking askew at the sky.

He wore a dark blue robe, embroidered with many patterns of stars, sun, and moon.

“My Chief Scholar, have you found—the gate to Heaven for me?”

The Weisser King asked.

But who knew, the scholar seemed not to hear, his eyes blank, still maintaining that strange posture.

A trace of impatience appeared in the Weisser King's eyes, but he rarely showed much murderous intent, only coldly ordering the guard dragging Gio:

“Let my scholar wake up a bit.”

The guard had obviously done this many times. After hearing the Weisser King's words, he unhesitatingly raised his hand and gave the “scholar” beside him a slap!

“Smack!”

The next moment, the scholar's head instantly straightened, turning his eyes back as well.

“Oh, oh, sorry, Your Majesty, I was just… too engrossed in thinking.”

“Hmm, how far along are you with calculating the location of the Gate of Heaven?”

“Heaven…”

Hearing this sentence, the scholar began to mutter in a low voice some calculations or thoughts that others could not understand…

However, when he noticed the cold light of the Weisser King's longsword opposite him, he shuddered and quickly came back to his senses.

“Soon… soon, Your Majesty, it still needs three years… no, one year, within one year, I can calculate it! As long as your fleet arrives there, you can obtain the power of God—”

Hearing the scholar's answer, a satisfied look appeared on the Weisser King's face.

“At that time, I will conquer Heaven, sit on the seat of that Heavenly Emperor, my fleet will conquer everything—even those angels or gods in legends!”

Thinking of this, the Weisser King's expression became even more smug. The war to destroy the Goethe Kingdom had now become as easy as eating and drinking in his eyes.

But at this moment, another messenger walked into the room, interrupting the Weisser King's fantasy:

“Your Majesty, those Goethe people have taken the initiative to come out and launch an attack on our army.”

“Hmm? Rushing out from the city?!” The Weisser King's expression froze.

“Yes, it should be all the troops in their capital. Their king is also in that army.”

“Are they stupid?”

The Weisser King laughed, “Thinking there's no hope left, so they're seeking death? Then I'll grant their wish!”

“Your Majesty, but after observation, they seem to have some anomalies, all wearing a kind of glowing golden armor… Their direction of advance seems to be directly towards here.”

“So what?”

The Weisser King didn't care, “A dying struggle before destruction. Even if it's magic, so what? Those few kingdoms before all claimed that their countries had powerful mages—

In the end, weren't they slaughtered by my Sky Conquest Fleet?”

“So, Your Majesty…”

“If they want to die, then kill them, then slaughter the city, do the same as before—are you all useless? Don't you remember this?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

……

“Boom—Boom—Boom—”

One cannonball after another streaked across the sky, raising trails of smoke and dust on the ground.

The Goethe Kingdom's cavalry galloped across the battlefield, and behind them, the running warriors roared, running through the cannon fire.

These cannonballs falling from the sky were something they had never seen before.

Every cannonball that landed on the ground made a thunderous sound.

“Kill!”

But the soldiers' eyes shone with light. These weapons they had never seen before could no longer take away even a shred of courage from them.

Many soldiers were blown away by the cannonballs.

But with the blessing of the Happy Prince, the soldiers who could still move struggled to get up and move forward, their wounds healing rapidly, and great pain erupting from within the wounds.

But they gritted their teeth, and no one gave up because of it.

“Drive those invaders out of our land!”

After the bombardment, what came head-on was the Weisser Kingdom's rain of arrows. The whistling arrows covered the sky and the earth, shooting at the Goethe soldiers' golden armor and shields, making a crisp “clang clang” sound.

Occasionally, sharp arrows went straight in, piercing into the warriors' flesh.

They roared, grabbed the arrows, pulled them out of the wounds, and threw them on the ground with a trail of blood!

Seeing this scene, those Weisser soldiers on the opposite side couldn't help but show fear—

“Are those Goethe soldiers all monsters?!”

The distance was rapidly closing. The archers retreated, and the Weisser Kingdom's cavalry stepped forward, their number almost ten times that of the Goethe cavalry, their black armor like a pack of black wolves.

The sound of hooves was like drumbeats, striking the ground.

Then, the two armies met.

At the very front, the Happy Prince's chariot took the lead. He looked at the blade light and sword shadows mixed with blood mist and cold air in front of him, the crimson gem at the hilt of the longsword in his hand, shining with dazzling light.

Accurately speaking, this would be the Happy Prince's first killing.

But he was already prepared—

The sword light flashed, and blood splattered.

The golden army was like a beam of light shooting into the darkness, quickly piercing through the enemy army.

Every warrior of the Goethe Kingdom, under the blessing of the Happy Prince, charged fearlessly towards death. Even if sharp blades shattered their golden armor, leaving one deep, bone-deep cut after another on their bodies, they did not retreat in the slightest.

Even if they fell to the ground, their bones were broken and their tendons were fractured, they also used their last bit of strength to swing their weapons, even wriggling, trying their best to kill the enemy.

Every death of a Goethe soldier would kill a dozen Weisser soldiers.

“These Goethe people have magic!”

“They're crazy!”

Looking at the Goethe soldiers who had their armor broken with great difficulty and had their wounds cut out, the wounds healed in the cyan light.

Many Weisser soldiers looked horrified and kept retreating.

Their military formation began to be in chaos, and taking this opportunity, the Goethe army was able to go straight in, with the tip of the sword pointing straight under the flagship of the Sky Conquest Airship!

……

“Your Majesty, the magic on those Goethe people is too strong, even bombs are difficult to kill them… They have already arrived below us. Should we drive the flagship away…”

On the flagship of the Sky Conquest Fleet, a general took a secret report from the claws of a flying eagle and reported to the Weisser King.

“No matter how strong they are, there are only so many of them. If you can kill one, can't you kill the second? Can't you kill the third? Right below us? Can they grow wings?”

The Weisser King sneered and ordered, “Isn't it just right below? Are there still enough oil barrels on the ship? Throw them down—burn them to death!”

“But there are our soldiers fighting below…”

“If they can't even stop people, then burn them to death together!”

After that, in the sky, the Weisser Kingdom's airship began to throw burning oil barrels downwards. For a time, flames rose everywhere!

But far more Weisser soldiers were burned to death than Goethe soldiers.

“What a madman!”

But in the flames, the Happy Prince was unscathed. He waved his sword, and the surrounding flames were instantly flattened and extinguished under the invisible wind pressure.

After that, he raised his longsword and pointed it at the airship above:

“Start boarding—”

The next moment, in the raging fire, wings manifested on the backs of all the Goethe soldiers, driving their bodies and killing them upwards like lightning!

In order to prevent the Weisser King from escaping, each of them only showed the means of flying at this time!

Not only that, on the ground, a vine penetrated the blood-stained earth and extended straight upwards—in just a moment, it reached the sky where the airship was located.

Vines spread and tore across the warship's hull, burrowing into every possible opening.

In an instant, the flagship of the Conquest Sky warship was immobilized in the sky, unable to move even an inch!