Monarch of Evernight

In another airspace, Lingal stood in front of the staring at the infinite void in front of her, with no expression on her face. All the demons were frightened of the cicadas and did not dare to make a single sound, but terrorized her anger. Everyone knows that when she's silent, it's a moment of real anger.

Outside the windows is an endless void, between the whistles of a gust of storms, a handful of thin battleships that look exceptionally desolate and thin with the support of distant land blocks. No one thought that the expedition was almost halfway down from the beginning with a huge fleet of rainbows. Compared to the number of battleships, the true loss of combat power is much more than half. Lingal's power is enough to make up for the rest of the battleship.

This tragic defeat is only the beginning, and Lingal's enemies are both numerous and strong, both among the demons and within Maysfield. The truly cruel struggle will not begin until she returns.

And the question now is, when is she going back, and how? Maybe we'll have to find a way to get some credit before we go back.

Just as she was preparing to consider this most realistic issue, a battleship suddenly appeared in the void in front of her, rushing straight towards Lingal's fleet, and the emblem of the Blood Throne on the side of the side of the side was particularly dazzling.

The demons suddenly started a commotion, and Lingal lifted her hand and pressed it gently to calm everyone down immediately. She stared sharply at the incoming battleship.

The Blood Throne is not only a name that cannot be mentioned in the Blood Clan, but is also taboo to some extent for the Demons. At the end of the crumbling current year, there were not only prominent blood figures, but also demonic names. Those are two notorious but key figures hidden behind the scenes. One university student devoted his life to research in the field of void. Though his strength is even, he is the hope upon which the demons can overcome the harsh environment of a neutral land.

The death of this demonic college student instantly set back decades of demonic research in this field, and the environmental improvement equipment, which was already a success, died. So that in the more than 10 years after their defeat, the demons were unable to complete the relevant research, and could not enter the land of neutrality again, watching the blood throne established and firmly established.

To this day, the Blood Throne has been completely seated and a young, slightly juvenile bloodline has become a big match for the Broken Lifetime. Demons and bloodlines have long recognized reality, but for a backstage show like Lingal, any history can be broken and any reality can be changed. An ancestral hero is a stepping stone to the throne of power.

So when she came to Neutral, she didn't try to get in touch with the one on the Blood Throne, after all, the elite fleet behind her wasn't set up. I just didn't expect that the land of neutrality would be so dangerous that there would be such unprecedented things as the Palace of the Spirit, almost instantly buried half of her fleet. Until now, she hasn't figured out whether the Spirit Palace is a warship, an empty beast, or anything.

The battleship arrived so fast that it rushed straight to the center of the Lingal fleet that it was about to crash into each other before slowing down. By the time it stops, it's only a few dozen meters from the forward warship. For a floating warship that moves hundreds of metres, this distance is completely unsafe, and I'm afraid it's possible to hit each other by turning around.

Lingal's eyes were sharp as water. The ship acted so arrogantly, you can imagine. It must be difficult to be friendly to meet later.

The blood battleship hatch door opened and walked out of it a pale old man with gloomy eyes. He walked to the bow of the ship and said, “My master heard that the Vice Duke of Lingal had come to the neutral land and sent me to greet him. I wonder if the Vice Duke is in the fleet. ”

Outside the words of the elderly of this blood clan, the deputy duke will not let go, which is extremely disrespectful. During the week, the Duke of Lingal was called the Duke, and the differences between the three Duke ranks were deliberately ignored. Lingal has also demonstrated talent long ago, and the Duke of the Rank is only a matter of time, which is not an exaggeration.

Lingal signaled that he flew out of the cabin, stood at the bow of the ship, and looked down at the elderly blood, coldly: "Is it your master who sent you to humiliate me? ”

The old man exaggerated a gift and said: "How dare a dwarf humiliate His Excellency the Deputy Duke? You are famous for reaching out to your fingers and crushing neutral ground at the door of Maysfield. ”

Lin Jial looked iron and blue, cold-blooded: “Shut up, did your master bring any words, if not, then get lost! Otherwise, you won't be able to go back. ”

The elderly of the bloodline were not afraid and smiled. “My master did have something to say to His Excellency the Deputy Duke. The master means that the waves of neutrality are deep and dangerous, not where children should be. Now that you're here, you can go, otherwise it's hard to tell what's going to happen. ”

Lingal trembled slightly and couldn't speak. Blood Throne warnings are normal, and regular fleets are warned when entering neutral land, whether at night or in the Empire, unless they are greeted beforehand. If the warning is not heeded, the consequences could be a blow to the broken current year. This is also the dangerous meaning of the old man's words. The Blood Throne itself is the greatest danger of neutrality.

It's just that the Blood Throne hasn't hit yet, and Lingal folded most of the fleet, which nobody expected.

As he spoke, the elderly of the blood had also been secretly observing Lingal's fleet, which was filled with the latest and sharp warships of the demonic descent, and he was also secretly surprised, except that the normal size of the warships was low, basically frigates, only one was of destroyer class, and the number was small, and even the standard of a sub-fleet was poor. This is highly inconsistent with Lingal's status.

The old blood man turned his eyes and said, "My lieutenant, is this the only battleship you've brought on this trip? Don't know where your ship is at the moment? My master doesn't like to say it twice. ”

The elderly of the bloodline were obviously trying, but they were partially stabbed in Lingal's pain. How can you tell me the scandal of the ship being destroyed? She looked heavy and drank: "You talk too much, I'll teach you a lesson today, let you remember! ”

In the talking room, Lingal suddenly waved his hand, a demonic wave came across the sky, a bang on the face of the blood elderly man, he was able to smoke backwards and fly out, directly into the cabin, the bombing rampage smashed several cabin walls, which stopped.

Lingal hummed, "Let me teach you a lesson. The next time your master sends a message, bring someone else who can talk. ”

Go ahead, Lingal returns to his cabin and never returns. The entire Demonic fleet then slowly turned and returned to the Everlasting Night.

The elderly blood family flew out of the hatch again, looking at the fleet of demons that gradually went away, and was ashamed and angry, and shouted: “This slap will definitely be returned by my master! ”

The Demonic fleet is unresponsive, neither accelerating nor turning back, maintaining its established speed and gradually moving away.

The old blood man hummed and said: "Return!” and went back to the cabin and never came out. He is also a marquis, always self-serving, but I didn't expect to have any power to fight back in front of Lingal. Lingal's ear slap, if he focuses, can completely smash his head.

At this time, the temple of the Spirit also sails in the void. On this return journey, we will first go to the North China, unload some equipment and materials obtained from the Demonic Warship will also be processed here. This material is sensitive, the people of South Qingcheng have many eyes, it is not good to be seen. After processing these, they will not return to Nanqing City for a thousand nights.

The journey lasted more than ten days, and everything was fine along the way, sitting atop the ground day and night, absorbing the power of the void. The situation on neutral ground is creepy and stressful at night.

During the voyage, the crew of the Palace of the Spirit were not idle, especially the crew of the two cargo ships, who worked extra hard to earn their sins. In more than 10 days, the equipment of Yingling Palace was installed for the most part, and the main guns of the Lingal ship were removed and moved into the mouth of the ground. But now the main gun can only see, there is no energy drive at all, we have to wait in South Qingcheng, then go to Song Zining to find a solution.

Half a month soon passed and thousands of nights returned to the East Sea. He parked the temple in the void and went to Nanqing City alone.

After a while, Nanqing City has changed its appearance, and several quite magnificent new buildings have been built in the city, all factories. Some of the land outside the city has been levelled and the construction of foundations has begun, while others have just begun to circle the land. The circumference is much larger than what we saw on the day of the thousand nights.

When he walked into Nanqing City, several newly built factories in less than a few days were spreading smoke and work had begun. Several roads in the city leading to floating boat take-off and landing sites are packed with heavy trucks, some of which are already blocked with water. In the planning of Nanqing City, it was not expected that there would be so many large workshops in the city, and most roads could barely parallel two heavy trucks.

Thousand Nights walked past the door of a workshop and saw several people dressed in workwear, sitting on empty spaces for a meal break. These men have known for thousands of nights that they were once mercenaries, and that two of them were the little bosses of the dark fire. At this moment, they turned into craftsmen in the factory.

But they're laughing right now, and their faces are all satisfied. Several people ate quickly and got up and went back to work.

Thousand nights shook his head and went back to Dark Fire headquarters to find Song Zining.

The Dark Fire Headquarters remained heavily guarded, with several guards at the door looking sharply at the passers-by and being extremely diligent. Thousands of nights looked darkly satisfied, thinking about the past, mindfulness moved, put away the idea of greeting, walked towards the door.

His figure flashed slightly and a few steps had passed through the gate, entering the Dark Fire headquarters, but none of the guards had noticed. As a result, I was slightly surprised by the night. He had just taken every step on the blind spot of a few guards, and only then could he have that effect. It's not winning at speed, so it's rare that even a thousand nights didn't expect it to be so cloudy.

Until then, Thousand Nights did not know how much the battle with Lingal had paid for itself. His tactics have moved into a new realm.

Walk into the headquarters building all night and go upstairs. The mercenaries who came and went from building to building ignored him.

Song Zining should be here if there is no accident. Before he came to Song Zining's office, he had already sensed that the Seven Majors were in the room, and there was another smell inside.

Thousands of nights are waiting to push the door in, suddenly I hear a rush of breathing inside, a soft voice rushing: “Seven Majors, don't do this, please... No, you can't move there, take it out! ”

Immediately after Song Zining's voice rang out, “What are you afraid of? With Ben Xiao, I'll eat incense and drink spicy food in the future. What else is there to worry about? You can do it! ”

“No, I can't! If you don't stop, I'll scream! ”

“Scream, there are Ben Young people up and down here, you are called to break your throat, and no one will come. ”

There was a deep breath coming from the house, and it was clear that the woman was not trying to compromise and was going to scream through the crackling stone. Only halfway through her breath, her mouth was covered, and Song Zining heard some impatient voices: “Damn, I don't believe in Japan anymore, I have to take down your little fairy! When Ben doesn't eat in his mouth, see if you can fly to heaven! ”

By this time, the thousand nights were really hard to hear, coughed, pushed the door in.