Within a few hours, the cultivators from all five battalions were summoned, and the entire Southern Legion set out. The lower-ranked soldiers moved on foot, while the commanders used their flying artifacts, staying around a hundred feet above their respective battalions.
The General's grand chariot was at the highest level. It was as large as the pavilion in which Maximilian stayed. Plated in gold, its intricate surface shimmered under the sunlight.
Nonetheless, Maximilian was more unimpressed by the chariot than anything else. It seemed to focus more on comfort than the combat armament it could have had. It was as if the general was putting on a show.
"Your flying artifact is quite unique, Commander Arthur," Lin Feng said, reaching beside Maximilian on his regular-sized chariot. The other commanders also had similar chariots.
