The four propellers spun rapidly, and the drone slowly ascended to a height of 1 kilometer in the sky.
Without GPS in the Otherworld, the biggest issue was the inability to navigate with precision, deprived of the convenient function that allowed for automatic flight with just a light tap.
It required constant manual correction of the flight attitude, or else it would fly erratically and veer off course.
Fortunately, Lu Yao was well-practiced in Spirit Refining Oblivion; micro-managing such a task was not a challenge for him.
The drone quickly arrived above the military camp, sending back clear 1080P footage via the most advanced image transmission system.
It was Lu Yao's first glimpse of the foreign military.
Einheit and Frandi, though Allied Forces, were distinctly divided.
On the Einheit side, there were as many as ten thousand troops. There were "knights" clad in cumbersome full-body Steel Armor as well as ordinary soldiers in khaki uniforms.
The majority were turbaned Tianzhu servant soldiers, who, under the supervision of "knights," strained to drag field cannons from transport ships while chanting in unison.
One servant soldier carelessly pushed a "4.5-inch MK2 Howitzer" into the sea.
A Steel Armored officer immediately came over, cursing loudly, and punched the servant, sending him flying a dozen meters away, then personally dove into the sea and lifted the 1.4-ton cannon back up.
High-ranking officers with a vampire appearance stood in the distance, coldly looking down. They all wore face coverings, revealing only crimson eyes and pointed ears.
Lower-rank vampires could not retract their fangs, and in the current traditions of the Western world, it was considered very rude to show one's fangs.
Lu Yao and the other two saw everything clearly through the tablet computer.
Liao Qe sneered, "These Steel Armored warriors obviously have the strength from Organ Refining, and they can easily bring the cannon down themselves. Why let these ordinary people do the work?"
Liao Ya shook her head and said, "Nothing surprising there; the Government Forces are the same. Martial Artists generally consider themselves superior and believe that physical labor should be done by the lower classes."
As they commented, Lu Yao maneuvered the drone over to the Frandi side.
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This side was much more desolate, with only about 2,000 people, seemingly just making up the numbers.
The ordinary soldiers were dressed in blue uniforms with light green steel helmets; the officers also wore cumbersome full-body Steel Armor, with beak-like steel helmets that had only a slit for the eyes.
The most interesting part was that they were all humans, not a single vampire among them.
During such a casual talk, Lu Yao's ears suddenly twitched rapidly as he faintly heard the sound of cannon fire from the east!
He suddenly remembered Li Pei mentioning before he left that he was going to ambush the foreign envoy's delegation!
Lu Yao operated the drone to take off, flying 2 kilometers above the ground towards the east.
The multi-purpose Zen camera fitted to the belly of the drone constantly switched focus, searching in all directions, discovering traces 8 kilometers away.
As the drone circled closer, the camera's smart positioning identified every person in the lens, marking them with a green triangle symbol.
Lu Yao and his companions could see it all clearly; the most conspicuous figure was Li Pei, operating a 60mm rapid-fire cannon.
Priest Zhou and Fu Fangsheng were also there, along with many other experts unknown to Lu Yao, ambushing the foreigners' convoy.
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A stately classic car with six wheels slowly drove along.
Lord Asben, the Queen's Envoy, sat in the back seat, his fingers lightly running over the diamond-studded leather case in his hand, which contained the "Treaty of Tianjin" soon to be signed.
Now, the great powers were acting independently, signing their "exclusive treaties" with the Shun Dynasty.
Einheit was demanding 100,000 overseas laborers; Frandi, on the other hand, insisted on "missionaries being allowed to preach and buy land unrestricted."
"The Shun Dynasty has already submitted; the hunters each have their own spoils. This is a wonderful feast."
Lord Asben, calm by nature, had golden eyes. Seated opposite him was his old friend, Priest Miller.
The classic car's interior was as spacious as a mobile living room, allowing passengers to face each other.
Priest Miller, holding a treaty of his own nation, made a triangle of Sacred Glow over his chest, his voice solemn, "May the soul of the Bishop of Tianjin ascend to the Divine Nation."
A flicker of barely noticeable mockery crossed Lord Asben's eyes, ridiculing these clerics' trivial passion that cost them their lives.
"However, not everyone is satisfied. Jiade and Izumo will inevitably take action for the benefit of their own countries."
"The feast is nearing its end, and they will only be left with a few scraps."
As the two talked, Priest Miller's pupils suddenly lost focus, and in an instant, he kicked open the door and jumped out of the car.
The next second, a three-kilogram cannonball blew the entire luxury car into an exploding fireball, with silver shrapnel shooting out everywhere! Faint screams could be heard amidst the chaos.