Before the Allied Fleet set sail, Yang Ying’s mental energy intensity had just reached the level of a Mid-tier Energy Master, almost breaking through to the High-tier Energy Master realm.

Thus, during the two-day voyage of the Allied Fleet towards Jupiter, it was unsurprising that he took that decisive step. His mental energy intensity broke past twenty thousand, truly entering the ranks of the experts.

The lights in the Central Spire had been lit to the second lamp on the third level. Under this influence, the area of the Floating Continent doubled, increasing from ten thousand square kilometers to twenty thousand.

When the first level of lights was ignited previously, one expansion added one hundred square kilometers. At the second level, each expansion added one thousand square kilometers. This time, however, it was the first expansion that added ten thousand square kilometers of land in a single surge.

The change was not just reflected in this tenfold increase in number. The topography of the newly added land also differed significantly from previous expansions.

A mountain range, with a main peak reaching six hundred meters, appeared within the territory of the Divine Race. This was several times taller than the previously most common rolling hills. The mountain was covered in bamboo groves and green pines, medicinal herbs, and fruits, encompassing a complete, natural, and pollution-free ecosystem.

Yang Ying had observed it once. It was early morning, and crisp birdsongs echoed from the mountains. The fresh air was invigorating enough to make one forget the iron-and-blood stench of war.

There were also several towering cliffs and ravines within the mountains, which attracted many Divine Race warriors to come rock climbing during their cultivation breaks, honing their bodies and wills.

A large lake had newly appeared in the Human Race territory, covering over two thousand square kilometers—many times wider than some of the smaller lakes previously on the continent. It was an excellent spot for relaxation.

Yang Ying had already instructed some of his subordinates to build a castle on a small island in the lake, intended for use as a holiday retreat.

With their ultra-high efficiency, the lake castle should be finished by the time the main planetary mission concludes.

Blade stood by the window of the transport ship, watching Europa draw closer. For some inexplicable reason, the scenery of the Floating Continent came to mind.

As the landing party approached the surface, the silhouette of Narcissus City became clear. It was a small city spanning fifty kilometers, shielded by an outer barrier that isolated the interior from the planet’s extreme cold.

“The transport ship is entering low altitude. There are updrafts ahead that may cause turbulence. Please remain seated, fasten your seatbelts, and secure your equipment,” the pilot’s voice came over the ship's broadcast.

More than a dozen Marines, who had also been observing from the windows, immediately left the viewports upon hearing the warning, sitting down quietly and orderly in their assigned seats.

“Colonel Blade?” the commander of the squad of Marines, a Sergeant-level trooper, called out when he noticed Blade remained motionless.

“It’s fine. A little turbulence won't affect me. Just take care of yourselves,” Blade replied coolly.

“Yes, sir,” the Sergeant responded.

At this moment, the cabin held more than just eight people; it contained an entire fully armed Marine detachment, along with Blade himself.

The space inside one transport ship certainly wasn't limited to just eight people. The massive compartment could accommodate two tanks, and each tank crew consisted of a commander, gunner, and driver—three people—plus the bulky hull. By this calculation, fitting a dozen people inside the transport ship was hardly a concern.

Blade and his main body shared mental power through their inherent psychic resonance. At this time, his main body had entrusted all his mental strength to him, granting him the power of a High-tier Energy Master. How could minor turbulence possibly affect him?

“The updraft is hitting now. Brace yourselves.”

As soon as the pilot’s final warning faded, Blade felt a violent jolt beneath his feet. Everything movable around him began to shift.

However, it felt as if powerful electromagnets were fixed beneath his boots, gripping the compartment floor firmly, unmoving.

After more than ten seconds, the shaking stopped.

Blade hadn't given the vibration a second thought. He calmly watched the view outside, focusing on Narcissus City.

After clearing the airflow, the fleet descended further. This contingent, comprising hundreds upon hundreds of transport ships, split into two streams, positioning themselves on the north and south sides of Narcissus City's barrier. At both locations, there were dedicated entry points for ships.

Ordinarily, entering the city required several stringent procedures to minimize air exchange between the interior and exterior. However, this was an emergency; time was critical, and Narcissus City was scheduled for abandonment after the full evacuation. Thus, every possible shortcut was taken.

The two massive alloy gates at the entrance slowly opened, and the transport fleet filed in one by one.

Once inside the city, one could clearly see vehicles converging toward several locations: the airfield, the central plaza, and the central park, among others. These locations shared a common feature: they all possessed vast open spaces suitable for transport ship landings.

Some vehicles already had their luggage compartments filled, with large and small bundles piled precariously on the roofs, clearly indicating the owners intended to take all their belongings with them.

It was a pity for these people; they were certainly going to be disappointed.

During the evacuation process, to free up space and carry more people, luggage was forbidden on the transport ships. These large and small bundles had been discarded and had to be left behind in Narcissus City.

As the transport fleet flew overhead, pedestrians on the streets raised their hands, waving frantically at the sky. Some were shouting things to the air, while others were making landing gestures toward the ships.

Evidently, they were fed up with the constant fear and anxiety, eager to board immediately and escape to safety.

However, the transport fleet paid them no mind.

Blade shook his head by the window. He knew the civilian evacuation plan was extremely strict. Every military transport ship had to pick up civilians only at designated points; deviations were impossible for the sake of a few individuals.

Although the plan didn't account for mercenary transport ships, which were allowed to sell tickets and solicit business freely within the city, the mercenaries couldn't act on this until the entire transport fleet had landed and their specific tasks were assigned.

The transport fleet finally landed on a large expanse of grass in the Central Park. This area was surrounded three deep by the colonial garrison troops, leaving a designated landing zone clear.

The Space Marines disembarked from the transports in batches. They quickly established a temporary command post on the lawn, after which the various squads were dispatched to their assigned sectors according to the mission briefs.

Blade also disembarked with the Marines. A military liaison officer with the rank of Major immediately approached. Upon seeing the Colonel insignia on Blade’s shoulder, he snapped to attention, saluted, and then lowered his hand, asking, “May I ask, are you Colonel Blade of the Tran Mercenary Group?”

The ranks held by mercenaries were often chaotic. In some groups of only a few people, the leader dared to openly wear a General’s rank. Generally, the military did not recognize mercenary ranks, but the Super Mercenary Groups were an exception.

Whether it was the Iron Legion, the Caesar Mercenary Group, or the Nine Dragons Mercenary Group, they frequently participated in battles and accepted numerous wartime contracts. Over time, the ranks within their groups had gradually gained military recognition through long-term cooperation.

The Tran Mercenary Group, as a newly recognized Super Mercenary Group, also enjoyed this privilege.

The Major’s eyes revealed a hint of envy when he saw that all the Marines accompanying Blade were wearing powered armor.

“I am Blade,” Blade nodded.

The Major raised his left hand; on his forearm was a wrist-mounted personal computer. Blade smiled faintly; that was a product from Tran Corp. He also had one on his wrist.

A cone-shaped beam of light projected upwards from the wrist computer. It formed a holographic screen displaying a map, vaguely showing the topography of the Central Park. Beside it, rows of data flickered continuously.

“This is the latest situation we received after coordinating with the Narcissus City local garrison,” the Major said, tracing two circles on the map with his finger. The circles were located to the north and east of the Central Park.

“Within these two areas, there are approximately sixty-five thousand people, and the numbers are still gathering. Their orderliness is your responsibility. Once boarding begins shortly, women and children take priority; no one else should be allowed in. If armed altercations, trampling, looting, or any other destabilizing activity occurs, it will be your responsibility. The military will also dispatch two squads to assist you.”

The Major spoke very frankly. Blade nodded and replied, “Understood.”

The Major transmitted the map and mission requirements to Blade’s wrist computer, then saluted again and departed.

At this point, all seventy-two transport ships of the Tran Mercenary Group had finished unloading and had taken off again. Nearly a thousand Marines were assembling in one corner of the lawn.

Blade called out a Ghost Agent of Major rank and ordered him to lead ten small Marine squads to the eastern mission location to maintain order. Blade himself took the other thirty squads to the northern mission location.

The remaining troops waited on standby for further orders, just in case.

Blade led his contingent to the north gate of the Central Park. The iron gate was locked tight, with a line of armed soldiers standing guard behind it, while outside was a sea of civilians.

Those nearest the gate stretched their hands inward, pleading with the soldiers to open it. A Lieutenant was shouting through a loudspeaker to the crowd: “Citizens, please remain calm! You will all leave safely, without fail. Please do not push, to avoid injury!”

Blade stepped forward and said to the Lieutenant, “Thank you for your hard work.”

After verifying the necessary procedures, the Lieutenant led his team a few steps back.

Then, Blade waved his hand, and the three hundred and sixty Marines he brought forward stepped up, taking the positions of the military soldiers.

Outside the iron gate, the civilians in the front row stopped their shouting when they saw such a well-equipped battalion of soldiers. Instinctively, they felt fear.

The Marines stood rigidly before the gate, their rifle muzzles pointed upward, making no overtly threatening gestures. Yet, their steadfast posture conveyed an unshakeable, impenetrable defensive line.

Blade gazed at the throng before him and thought inwardly, Without the Ancient Legion, clearing this city within forty-eight hours might not be difficult, but those ape-men are unlikely to be fooled so easily.