Monarch of Evernight

By this time, all the commercial companies had no reservations. A large amount of gold coins was remitted into a flood and rolled into Nanqing. Workshops, armies and turrets are quickly being built at a staring pace. Every superior knows the value of a floating warship. There's no shortage of buyers, just one out and you sell one.

The leaders of large families and major trading houses across the East China Sea rushed to Nanqing City in fear to grab an order for one or two floating warships. As long as the battleship is in hand, the price doesn't matter anymore. As in Tidal City, if the Xue family gets a floating warship, the family ranked two or three will find a way to get one too, otherwise they will be crushed by the Xue family, and there will be no day to raise their heads.

Song Zining has already released the news that the future will be built in South Qingcheng real floating warships, absolute military grade, only slightly lower than the empire's newest sharp warships. Not at all the same level as those obsolete second-hand battleships in neutral land. This is also the case with second-hand battleships, most of which can only afford armed buoys modified from cargo ships.

Compared to a real military warship, an armed floater is like a grown-up child, with no speed, no protection, no firepower at one level.

In the eyes of those truly big figures, this is also the hope that the land of neutrality will truly become the land of neutrality. Without a strong fleet, there is no real guarantee. Strong as the Blood Throne or Zhang Zhou, it is also less worthy of a ship than the great figures of the Everlasting Empire. This leads them to dominate only in a neutral place, and far from the empty depths of the continent, it is difficult to rival the Grand Duke, who owns the ship.

So on Song Zining, what they see is hope for the future ship. This is also why Nanqing City is so big a flag drummer ship, but the masters behind the scenes have no action.

As for the small forces who want to bite on this fat, they are either frightened by the growing strength of the army in South Qingcheng, or they are maimed by thousands of nights, and are now powerless.

During this time, the heart of a thousand nights is focused on practicing the Force of Dawn. At the current pace, another two or three months of kung fu will allow you to move on to the next level. The speed at which this cultivation takes place in the Empire is already astonishing. But Thousand Nights knows, because there is life to plunder this magic, and Song's ancient volumes and the Book of Black are complemented by it, once the war begins, the blood will no longer be suppressed, breaking through the ranks can wait. It's just that Dawn Force can't find a fast-paced pharmacy. It can only be practiced on schedule, little by little.

The Spirit Palace returned to the North, where it was modified. After the war with Lingal, the Palace was no longer a secret, but the only place that could surprise her was the progress of the renovation. According to Song Zining, Lingal had no idea that her main gun could be mounted on the temple and could be used. In a fleet battle, the main cannon can sink a main ship with a carelessness.

In more than one previous battle, the gain or loss of a main ship at the beginning of a battlefield often directly determines the final battlefield.

With the addition of this main gun, the Spirit Palace is like a tiger's wing. The range of sinking is far and powerful, while the Spirit Palace is sturdy and the long-range artillery battle is cheap. Lingal's ship is the best example of how close the battle is to the temple.

During this period, Ningyuan Heavy Industries arrived in two consecutive waves of fleets, sending large numbers of skilled craftsmen and key supplies. So far, Song Zining has moved half of Ningyuan Heavy Industries to neutral land, and almost all core and reliable personnel have been sent to the North China, arguably the entire family has been placed here.

In the busy crowd, the youth moon is obviously a little worried. She held several secret meetings in succession, and shortly thereafter another group of Gaohu arrived in the North. Today, the North is still a secret existence, and the arrival of the Gaohu people can only be accepted through a series of ceremonies, including oaths. And once it's here, you can't leave again. Nevertheless, Qingyue insisted on introducing more ethnic groups.

On the North, people from Ningyuan Heavy Industries have far surpassed the Gaohu people, and they have mastered advanced technology from the Empire, overwhelming the Gaohu people in all fields. Although born as craftsmen and warriors, the Gaohu are, after all, a stray tribe whose technological accumulation is incomparable with that of the Millennium Empire.

The Qingyue meeting was also reflected in another aspect: there was an additional mercenary group composed exclusively of Gaohu people in South Qingcheng, who secretly joined the dark fire and listened to Song Zining's dispatch.

The days of prosperity and tranquillity continued day after day, and those who were qualified to know something gradually began to get anxious. In their eyes, the darker the surface, the longer the calm, the more dangerous it becomes.

The Dark Red Palace of the Blood Throne, both in a neutral place and in the Everlasting Empire, belongs to a legendary name. This was the first home established by that young blood clan in a neutral place. The two rudimentary stone houses of that time, now the majestic palace of Emei, just as the inferior bloodline had grown to be one of the masters of a neutral land.

At this moment, in the middle of the palace, three figures are crawling. They're all really tall, but in this huge hall, almost 100 meters tall, they're tiny as ants.

At this moment, one of the young women swayed and suddenly fell to the ground. The other hurried to look, but the man in the head was still lying on the ground, the tattoo still motionless, like a rock.

After a while of healing, the man suddenly burst into tears, apparently the young woman's fate was irreversible. He stood up furiously in grief and wanted to rush to the end of the palace. There is no one at the end of the palace but a high throne, whose identity is shown by the stinging orangutan: this is the blood throne.

The young man made only a few steps and had to stop. His ankle was firmly grabbed by the man with the head. He was an old man with a strong face, and his skin was dry as a decaying tree, but he still had irresistible power. Even though the young man struggled so hard, he could not escape from his five fingers.

The young man was furious and angry and shouted: "You, you have so much power, why won't you help her! ”

The old man's voice was low and dull, "This is her destiny, which has been doomed since the day she joined us. ”

“Fuck your fate! If fate is so, then I will never accept it. Never! ”

The old man did not raise his head, just a pity in his voice, "It will be your destiny and mine. We have to accept that there is no other way. ”

Young people's voices were raised eight degrees: "No! You're all lying! There is no inevitable fate at all, no! They killed her. I want revenge for her! ”

The old man sighed and said slowly: "It is useless, no struggle can change the end result in the face of fate. Haven't you seen it? ”

The young man suddenly noticed a tingle in his leg and looked down before realizing when the old man had let go of his hand. The dark red ground seemed to have survived, turning into thick blood in the lane, wrapped tightly around his ankle like a growing vine, and stabbed deep into it. The young man was shocked and wanted to escape, but it was too late. Living and strength gushed out of the wound like a tide. He was becoming powerless, falling to the ground and covered in blood.

As soon as the cocoon creeps, it calms down and turns back into a cold ground. This pair of young men and women, as if they had never appeared.

At this point, a black man walked out of the side door at the end of the hall and came to the old man and said, "Go back, you're stronger and you won't last long here. There were seven of you when you came, and now you're the only one left. Even if you die here, the master won't see you. ”

“Why, isn't our sacrifice enough? ”

“No, you don't have enough weight. ”

The old man sighed in silence for a long time, slowly saying: "How can we have enough weight with a heavy fate? Each and every one of us will grow up to hide carefully and risk dying at any moment. And we don't have the resources, not enough to survive. Everyone here today, they grow up on the bones of other brothers and sisters. ”

The black robe man said faintly: "The master is not interested in your story. If you don't leave, you won't be able to leave. ”

The old man still stood still and said, "Maybe we don't have enough strength, but you and I have a common enemy. ”

The Black Robe laughed, “That's right, but you're not qualified to fight alongside your masters. ”

The old man sighed again, saying: "We did not expect to be friends with His Highness, but merely brought a message and a suggestion. It is to be hoped that, through our sacrifice, the proposal will be adopted by His Highness. ”

The black robe had a faint face and said, "Tell me, everything that happens here cannot escape the master's perception. If your advice is really useful, the owner will consider it. ”

“We have news that the great races have formed a joint fleet and are on their way to neutrality," the old man said. Their goal is the passage to the Great Vortex. ”

The black robe man remained calm and asked, "So what's the advice? ”

“His Highness should join forces with Zhang Wenzhou to stop the perpetual night fleet and must not allow them to occupy the passage of the Great Vortex. ”

The black robe had a clear chill in his voice, "Did you just say, let Master and Zhang Zhou join hands, join hands? ”

“Yes, that's the only way to stop eternal night. A little sacrifice and sacrifice is worth it. ”

The Black Robe had not yet spoken, and suddenly a clear, pure crystal sounded in the palace: "Let this seat join Zhang Zhou, you can really imagine. So, why? ”

The old man was instantly agitated to make himself difficult, "Is that Your Highness? ”

“Why?” That voice has become a little impatient.

“Our great prophet saw a terrible future," said the old man. If the passage is occupied by eternal night, the sky will be endless with blood and fire, and countless lives will perish. ”

That voice just hummed.

"Your Highness, the great prophet saw this prophecy at the price of his life," the old man cried. We paid for our lives, just to prove it! ”

“Since you crawlers love sacrifice so much, you are all yours. ”

All of a sudden, a wave of blood swept through the deep red ground and drowned the elderly.