Game World: I Can Share Talents

Chapter 180 - 178: Reiya’s Gaze Sharpened

Beside the Ying River, a simple skyport had been specially constructed to dock the Floating Fleet brought from the Imperial Capital.

However, this skyport was never designed to bear such an unfamiliar weight.

Unlike the pathetically-sized Blazing Flame-class warships, this Floating Battleship currently docked in the open space was gold and white, over three hundred meters long. More translucent Secret Magic Sails extended from its graceful, flowing lines, layered one on top of the other.

Furthermore, its armor was clearly thicker and heavier than that of the Blazing Flame-class. The mid-ship Shield Generator was a high-end product from the Celestial Vault Kingdom, bringing the warship’s core hull entirely within its protective range.

"A Radiant Light-class warship. In the Empire, only the Royal Family and some of the great nobles should have them."

Yolanda sized up the warship, tutting, "Even the old Qinghui Territory didn’t have a Radiant Light-class warship."

From the Floating Battleship, reinforcements deployed in neat formations. In Westheid’s eyes, they were far more captivating than the ship itself.

Pure white hooded robes, their edges embroidered with profound, gold-trimmed Runes, were both gorgeous and noble.

Every inch of the heavy armor beneath the robes was covered in inscriptions that seemed to breathe, faintly visible, as if alive. Inverted-triangular helmets concealed their faces, not even leaving a slit for their eyes.

From head to toe, not a single spot was missed; they were completely covered in Rune Heavy Armor... or to be precise, it was embedded into their skin, becoming a part of their bodies.

With heavy swords at their waists and Holy Guns on their backs, they gripped Kite-shaped Shields in their left hands and held Fine Gold Long Halberds in their right. When this group of nearly three-meter-tall giants maintained their mechanically precise formation, the overwhelming pressure they exuded silenced the onlookers.

"So this is the Army of Light..."

"Ah, that’s right."

Westheid surveyed these majestic, magnificent humanoid weapons with a fervent gaze and smiled.

"The Empire once used them to conquer all. In times of peace, it’s become rare to see these Divine Weapons, but for the Chaos Battlefield, they’re just perfect."

It was more than perfect. The Army of Light was a specialized class created specifically to deal with Chaos, a miracle born from abandoning all emotion and self-will.

They possessed a nearly incorruptible Chaos Resistance; cold, hard stats that surpassed Chaos Creatures; highly specialized Combat Techniques; and they could even provide various buffs to their allies.

It was no exaggeration to say that the one hundred soldiers of the Army of Light before them could form the core of a hundred combat companies. Even the still-immature Warriors of Qinghui Territory could become capable fighters with the Army of Light at their backs.

To the side of the Army of Light’s formation stood a beautiful white figure. The sight of silver hair and dragon horns was a first in Qinghui Territory, and Reiya quickly drew strange looks.

But Reiya paid no mind to the whispers of the Purity People. After disembarking from the warship, her entire attention was locked onto one person, and she walked straight toward him at a steady pace.

After some time apart, the Silver-haired Princess seemed quite changed in Westheid’s eyes. If the Reiya from before still carried a hint of ivory-tower naivete, then the White-haired Dragon Lady before him now had a much more stern and mature air.

Only blood and battle could forge such a temperament.

Her hair, like a cascade of molten silver, flowed down her back. A magnificent battle robe clung to her slender figure. Reiya held her exquisite, beautiful face high, exuding a Charm unique to a Dragon.

Westheid found it hard to compare Reiya and the Pure Holy Spirit based on looks alone. The latter was undoubtedly the personification of the concept of "beauty" itself, but the former’s Dragon Blood held an undeniable attraction for all living things.

"My dearest Reiya, it’s been too long."

Westheid stepped forward and opened his arms.

"West..."

Arriving before Westheid, the Silver-haired Princess paused for a moment, her magnificent pupils—a mix of deep violet and cerulean—filled with longing. Then, she threw herself into the man’s arms, wrapping her own around his neck. She pressed her cheek against his and took a deep breath, the scent of her lover bringing her immense satisfaction.

Sensing the White-haired Dragon Lady’s affection, Westheid gently patted Reiya’s back and said:

"I really didn’t expect you to get here so quickly. It must have been a lot of trouble for you to gather these reinforcements, wasn’t it?"

Westheid knew the Royal Family had its own special prize pool, making it easy for its members to accumulate power and wealth. But to bring such a force in such a short time... He didn’t even have to think about it. Reiya must have given everything she had.

"Compared to everything West has been through, it’s nothing at all."

Having replenished her "West energy," Reiya lifted her head and said softly:

"I’m still too late. West has already established a firm foothold. Doesn’t this mean I wasn’t able to help you during the most difficult time?"

’It’s fine. Mivana was there to help me during the difficult time.’

Of course, Westheid wouldn’t voice such an outrageous thought. He placed his hands on Reiya’s shoulders and said:

"What are you talking about? Now is precisely when I need you. You’re a godsend, Reiya!"

"With your support, the tables have turned!"

Reiya quietly gazed at Westheid’s face, which seemed to have grown even more handsome and charming. Unable to restrain herself, she leaned forward and kissed him—an aggressive kiss, characteristic of the White-haired Dragon Lady.

She wouldn’t explain or justify her kiss. The Silver-haired Dragon Lady had said it before: Westheid was her lover, and she would be as affectionate as she pleased, whenever she pleased, no matter who was watching or where they were. This long, lingering, wet kiss continued for a long while before finally ending.

Still wanting more, Reiya wiped the corner of her mouth, cupped Westheid’s face, and said:

"Such a wonderful feeling... I wish I could lose myself in it forever. But for now, we can only afford a brief respite. I’ll collect more rewards later."

"West, bring me up to speed on the current situation. I want to make myself useful immediately."

"No problem."

And so, Westheid enthusiastically led Reiya to his residence. While arranging for a sumptuous welcome banquet, he began to explain the complex composition of the current Qinghui Territory to the newly arrived Silver-haired Princess.

Whether they were from the Qinghui Direct Lineage or allies, everyone was now gathered together.

"This is the Shadow Flame Duke’s granddaughter, Shamuel. She’s in charge of armaments production."

"A confidante from Yuanxi Palace, currently serving by my side as a maid and treasurer."

"Hecate from the Ring of Clear Skies, and her Apprentice, Liliana. The Witches are our allies..."

"..."

Westheid forced himself to introduce them one by one.

Ah, you ask why he had to force himself?

Because whenever any beautiful woman—whether a young girl or a mature lady—stood before Reiya, the White-haired Dragon Lady would flare her nostrils and frown slightly.

Westheid suddenly realized that with the White-haired Dragon Lady’s abilities, she could absolutely smell which of them carried his scent.

And the answer she came to was: all of them. The only difference was that some she merely sniffed at briefly, while others she gave a longer look. The latter just so happened to be the ones with whom he was intimate.

Westheid had no choice but to try and justify his womanizing behavior. "Reiya..."

"This is something West had to do. I understand."

However, before the words of his excuse could even leave his mouth, Reiya cut him off. "If we must assign blame, then it’s because I didn’t work hard enough. If I had worked harder, West wouldn’t have had to force himself to do things he didn’t want to do."

’How wonderful! This feeling of being understood at every turn... That’s right! I, Westheid, was forced to build a harem out of necessity!’

Unfortunately, Westheid’s good mood didn’t last long.

Because just as he was introducing Mivana, Reiya’s gaze suddenly turned sharp.