Chapter 201: Chapter 132: The Fall of the Tros Family_3
“Third Rank Soldier Figurine, you… you’re controlled by the Song Family?”

Rocke Tros’s eyes were wide with fury as he stood erect. Dozens of Second Rank Soldier Figurines and a dozen Tros family members behind him rushed toward the secret chamber’s doors.

For a time, the entrance of the underground secret chamber was filled with the sounds of fierce combat.

…

High in the Vault of Heaven, several kilometers away from the Tros family estate, a kilometer-long warship hovered quietly in the clouds. In the battleship’s main control room, an enlarged projection screen displayed a clear scene of the battlefield above the Tros family estate.

The director of Baihe watched the projection screen intently and spoke respectfully to the projection light screen at his side:

“Sir, are you sure we should not intervene?”

As soon as the words were spoken, an indifferent reply quickly sounded from the communication projection beside him.

“There is no need for intervention. The young man from the Song Family seems to have done something significant. Word has come from the Dinghai Song side that they have allowed his branch to return. The face of the Dinghai side must still be given!”

“Yes, sir!”

If outsiders were present, seeing the director of Baihe, who almost ruled alone over Baihe City, showing such respect, they might have dropped their jaws in shock. However, if they knew the identity of the person on the other side of the communication projection, they would certainly find it only natural.

For that person was none other than the being who reigned over the entire White Tower Floating Land. The owner of the Fourth Rank Zhulu Warship “Deep Sea Vast Sky,” the Defender of the White Tower Floating Continent.

Geralt Eagle

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Hum hum hum!

John Tros, aboard the Covenant, had not received a reply from his son below for a long time and had already braced for the worst.

He cut off communication with the Song family members. From the moment he saw Song Chi, he knew he had no way back. With Song Mingsong’s temperament, he was bound to kill him.

As his gaze grew resolute, the Purple Engine on the Covenant entered an overloaded state, and without hesitation, he activated the main feature of the engine that had saved his life many times before, “Streamlight Sprint.”

Swish!

The Covenant, which mere moments ago was alongside three of the Tros family’s escort ships, suddenly became a streak of light, shooting straight for the Vault of Heaven.

This sudden change caught Song Mingsong and Song Shan, both Third Rank Torch Ship Captains, a bit off guard; however, they soon wore cold smiles.

Tens of thousands of meters above in the Vault of Heaven, the Covenant, in full sprint, seemed to collide with something.

In the midst of a loud humming noise, the entire warship was completely deformed, the bow caved in by over ten meters, even affecting the cockpit, squeezing John Tros into a pulp along with it.

The speed of the Streamlight Sprint was astonishing, and under the enormous kinetic energy impact, even an escort ship couldn’t withstand it.

Of course, the main reason was that the Covenant John Tros was on had only Blue Quality warship armor, and its own Torch warship hull was mere white. Compared to its Purple Shield and Purple Engine, it was far from comparable.

Inside the Song Family warship, the Song family members were somewhat surprised; even they hadn’t expected this outcome.

Originally, the layer known as “Void Prison” was only intended to prevent any fish that slipped through the net, but they didn’t expect this unexpected joy.

The collision with the Covenant directly resulted in the death of John Tros, the Torch Ship Captain, thus preventing the Covenant from sinking.

As a Torch Ship Captain who had lived for nearly three hundred years, his flagship would not lack valuable things, and this was the reason for the Song family members’ delight.

Below, seeing the fate of the remaining three Tros family escort ships, they already knew their inevitable end. Without any further hesitation, they madly charged towards the fifteen Torch Warships above, wanting to drag a few down with them in death.

However, facing two cruisers and eight escort ships, this was nothing more than a pitiful and final struggle, and they were soon successively sunk.

Thus, the Tros family, who had flaunted their power in Baihe City for over two hundred years, faced an inevitable downfall.