Monarch of Evernight

Deep in the void, a magnificent battleship of the bloodline leapt silently and silently towards a hidden float in the distance.

Standing in front of a starboard window, a slim man wrapped tightly in a gorgeous black robe, like fear of the cold. Around him stood more than a dozen blood clans, each with extraordinary weather. Their collars are adorned with a golden rose wrapped around a snake, a sign of the First Clan Pass and a symbol of the Queen of the Night.

One of them is as tall as a tower, quite different in size from a normal blood family. He stepped forward and said, "Son, the landslide will be here soon. But are we really going to disobey the orders of Parliament? ”

The man in front of the starboard window slowly turned around, revealing a pale face and burning blood deep in his hollow eyes. The facial contour is that of Edward, son of blood, but compared to the past, he has lost too much weight, is like a skeleton, and still has uninhibited microtremors.

Though weakness may seem like it would fall if the wind blows, when Edward turns around, many blood clans retreat unconsciously if blood lightning strokes through the void, and only a few of the strongest can barely stand still.

“Forget the old guys, they've lived too long, and they've got too little guts.” Edward's voice also became dull.

"'But you're still in prison,' said the strong man. ”

Edwards smiled dumbly and said: "Zhao Jundu was weaker than me. Now I'm in this state, barely quite. If we don't have the courage to fight the weak and the weak, what kind of saints are we? What kind of a son am I? ”

The blood clan's arrogance was famous for eternal nights. After listening to this, many of the blood clan's strong men in the presence suddenly excited their eyes, almost entering a boiling blood state.

Then a blood group suddenly hummed, pointing out the starboard window, and lost their voice: “So, what is it?!? ”

In the direction of his fingers, he sailed quietly on a warship as long as a willow leaf. Its lines were incredibly beautiful, its surroundings were not decorated, and it proceeded silently and silently in the void. Had it not been for the strong blood, he would have thought that the warship had not moved at all.

Occasionally, this ghostly battleship flashes, shifting its orientation every time, moving a short distance forward. In the void, a small segment of the eye is actually quite far away. That's it, but the key is the strange way the ship travels, which reminds all the blood tribes of a legend that is dust sealed in the corner of their memory.

“... is that the ship?” A blood Viscount is even shaking his voice.

But no one laughed at him, even son Edward was breathing a little too fast.

After a moment of unspeakable silence, an Earl broke the silence and slowly said: "This is how one warship travels, and only one warship travels. And the owner of this ship has not changed. ”

Edward finally opened his mouth and there was a hint of bitterness in his voice that could not be covered up: "Yes, the witch from Maysfield. ”

“Isn't it a legend that she's been sleeping deep in the void? ”

“Don't forget, another legend, but when she wakes up, it means she's breaking through the Devil's gates. ”

As soon as the sentence came out, there was a sudden silence in the cabin, and everyone was as dumb as they were.

Being able to stand here is the true core of the bloodline, knowing many secrets that are not known to outsiders, and knowing the bottlenecks of the demonic final grade, Tianguan, what it means.

At this time, they are all wandering the same idea. After a thousand years of blanks, the demons will finally come up with a new king? Even if this monarch is still a distant future, it is enough to overthrow the pattern of the Evening Council.

Not to mention the myths of the witch's past that, many years later, it is not impossible to add a seat at the top of Parliament. Such possibilities, even smaller and small enough to shake the whole eternal world.

Because that would create the most fundamental subversion to the vast pattern of perpetual night parliament, which has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

According to the legend of the witch, no one suspects that she will eventually wake up from the moment she falls asleep, but no one expects her to wake up so quickly!

Less than a decade before she was rumored to have entered a long sleep in the void. Ten years, in the long life of the Dark Race, it was only a brief moment.

On the battleship of that phantom ship in the distance, suddenly an invisible gaze was cast, and in between moments, all the blood families felt like an icy tide, passing through their bodies, and for a time the nucleus seemed frozen.

After all, Edward was the son of the blood clan, and at this moment, a sudden outbreak broke out, turning into a deep purple mist that wrapped all the blood clans together and withstood the invisible icy tide. However, his blood gas fluctuated dramatically, the colour was rapidly dim, obviously consuming greatly, and he could not last long.

Fortunately, the icy tide came and went quickly, disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace, only the extremely pale faces of the blood tribe and the still trembling body recorded traces of its existence.

Edward regained his human form, stood silently, his face gloomy to the extreme.

A Viscount was fierce and frowned furiously: "She attacked us for no reason, I can't stand it! Your Highness, let me take the battleship to her death! Go back first, go to the punishment and then come back for revenge! ”

The blood tribes are suddenly in harmony, and all are determined to die. That sudden attack made them all look ugly. How can such humiliation be tolerated as a member of the First Clan Pass of the Blood?

The majesty of Lilith, the queen of the night, is never below the devil.

But Edward wasn't angry, he looked out the starboard window. A moment later, he sighed and said, “It wasn't an attack, she... it was just a glance. ”

A glimpse?

All the strong members of the bloodline are silent, and this is simply a level beyond their reach. Even the toughest do not speak of death warfare.

Death and death are two things. They're not even eligible for World War I.

Edward saw, shook his head: “Her power is not as powerful as you think, but... Forget it, you don't understand either. ”

Anyone who is strong enough to stand here, no ordinary person, understands what Edwardian means. The more powerful the distant ghost ship, the more terrible it will be.

Ghost ships still fly in the void in their own trajectory, pointing straight at the surface.

The battleship is also chaotic, with its thick black everywhere, covering everything up behind it. These black are not hallucinations, but real beings, pure to the extreme forces of darkness.

The whole warship interior is all dark forces.

In the battleship, suddenly a voice with a slight mechanical sensation sounded: "Miss, is Edward, son of blood, on your list, past World War I? ”

In the deep darkness, a figure emerges slowly, as if condensed by dark forces, all the details are blurred. However, just a few curves that outline the outline of your body are enough to make you thirsty.

She proceeded like a flower and slowly moved to the starboard window, fading away: “Edward was punished by blood, and it was not worth wasting his time. There, that's where I'm supposed to be. ”

She's pointing at a distant void landing.

The machine sounded again with an indescribably gentle voice: "What is there? ”

“The future king of the people. Even if it's just people bragging about themselves, it's worth a look, isn't it? People are not a bragging race.” She was silent for a while and said, “Besides, I can feel the real enemy of my destiny right there. ”

“What a surprise. You mean the future king of the people? ”

“Maybe, maybe... no. ”

It was the first time after she woke up from a long sleep that she was unsure about what was relevant to her.

The ghost ship flashed constantly and floated all the way.

Virtually all of the members of Parliament on duty were present at the Everlasting Parliament Hall and were unable to show up in projections. Today's meeting is particularly important, and there is only one topic on which people are likely to emerge a sixth heavenly king.

Dozens of the world's finest figures forever and night, there is a lot of discussion at this moment, and myriad strong transcendence is constantly communicating in the dark, the whole hall has a formidable force storm. It is no wonder that they have lost their calm, because the series of events that have taken place recently has been too shocking.

The last time the people had such a glorious view, the Empire of Daqin was born. And if one of these six heavenly kings comes out with a truly stunning figure, even if one more is missing, it is the pattern of Wuzu Zhongxing. Such a thing must never happen. Though the most powerful in the name of the people today, the Polar King is dying, and there is no possibility of moving forward. However, Zhang Baoqian rose too fast, too hegemonic, if no one can stop him, let him be 10%, that is another Wuzu.

And Zhao Jundu, even if he had risen to another level three or five, he would not have reached the point of being able to get into the eyes of the real giants of the eternal world, but he has been perfectly perfected all the way. The quiet time is quiet, the movement is moving, and the key part of the time is to make a sharp move to reverse the war. It seems likely to shake the foundation of the future, but if you don't dare to fight at this moment, you can still nurture the pure force. What's the use of this force?

It was presented by Zhao Jundu. It is truly perfect. Even the heart and chest are so perfect.

Such a person, on the contrary, does not appreciate it. The everlasting night giants quarreled, and found themselves unable to say exactly what the future of Zhao Jundu was. It was possible that he was only reluctant to accomplish the King of Heaven, or that his achievements might still be above Zhang Boqian, or even could not become the King of Heaven.

Each of these claims is valid, supported and inconclusive. Gradually, a voice gradually dominates, which is that the strong at least at the Duke level should be mobilized to forcefully kill Zhao Jundu and strangle the danger into a budding state. Most supporters believe that Zhao Jundu's future achievements are not below Zhang Boqian's.

However, there were also fierce objections. The empire is vast and populated like the sand sea, with a vast array of geniuses and piles of them every year. How can a genius suffocate?

When the argument was fierce, suddenly someone coldly said, “Did you think Lin Xitang would never be king of heaven? ”

The words were utterly silent.