Zhao Jundu put the buried heart back into Qianye's hand, patted him on the shoulder, and said lightly: "Qianye, when you grow up, remember to avenge me. There are no stupid people in our Zhao family. If you have any hatred, you should I know it well. Well, now I'm tired and I need to rest for a while."
After finishing speaking, he walked to a broken wall, sat down against the wall, and closed his eyes slightly. At this moment, the thick clouds in the sky suddenly parted, and a ray of sunlight fell on him like a golden waterfall. A smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Jundu's mouth, and he sat quietly with his eyes closed, as if enjoying the sunshine.
Qianye took a step forward, but before his foot landed, he took it back. At this moment, Zhao Jundu's chest was still heaving slightly, Qianye was afraid that if he surprised him, this last bit of life would go with the wind.
Song Zining and Bai Aotu quietly appeared and stood silently. Bai Ao Convex tilted his head slightly, as if he was listening to Zhao Jundu's heartbeat and breathing. The mercenaries and Zhao Clan's private army came one after another, and there were only a few hundred soldiers left in Baicheng, all of them were wounded, and nearly half of them needed the help of their companions to stand.
The Eternal Night warriors on the periphery had long since been shocked by the previous battle, broke up and fled, and most of the ones who were still standing were the powerful knights, who had also lost their minds and stopped attacking. They all looked in the same direction at the same time, like a sleeping Zhao Jundu. Just a moment ago, this person was the nightmare of each of them, and now that he was asleep, they felt completely powerless to break the tranquility of this moment.
"Qianye..."
Qianye gestured for silence, signaling Song Zining to shut up, and then pointed at Zhao Jundu. Song Zining sighed and stopped trying to persuade him. At this moment Zhao Jundu is still breathing and his heart is still beating, but everyone knows that this is Ye Tan in full bloom and destined to wither.
Song Zining looked at himself, then at his surroundings, smiled wryly, and dropped the twisted gun in his hand. But the body of the gun suddenly returned to Song Zining's hands. Song Zining was startled, only to realize that it was Qianye who picked up the gun and handed it back to him.
"This battle is not over yet!" Qianye said every word.
The dark and strong man who participated in the battle just now fled to the death, his mind has been scattered, and it is basically impossible to return to the battlefield in a state of no fighting spirit. But there are still reserve troops outside the city, as well as the Blood Vice Duke holding the line. And with so many high-star sword-wielders of the black sun appearing here, there must be higher-ranking council powerhouses behind them.
"You want to..." Song Zining suddenly saw a thick black book in Qianye's hand. It was simple and distant, and he couldn't tell which era it was from. He could only feel that the age must be extremely old.
The Black Book opened on its own, and every formed page was burning and turning into nothingness. Every time a page of a book is burned, the massive amount of blood energy condensed inside will flow into Qianye's body like a pillar through the huge gemstone on the cover, and be completely absorbed.
A streak of dark golden blood energy suddenly rose above Qianye's head and shot towards the sky. Countless golden light particles in the blood energy were loaded up and down, like a dream.
With the emergence of blood energy, Qianye's aura began to rise continuously, from deep and obscure, from mammoth to terrifying. In a blink of an eye, the terrifying aura that only belonged to the Duke covered the entire battlefield like an abyss, like a deep sea.
Song Zining's expression changed from doubt to shock, and he lost his voice: "What are you doing?! If you lose your balance, you will die!"
The essence of Song's ancient scrolls is the balance between darkness and dawn. If any side is too strong, the balance will tilt irreversibly, and will continue to swallow the other side until the body as the carrier cannot bear it and completely collapses.
Qianye was very calm and said, "At least until then, I can take you out alive."
"Qianye!"
Qianye interrupted him, saying: "There will be no reinforcements."
Song Zining was speechless. Even if there are reinforcements, they will continue to be attacked, and Baicheng is no longer in danger. Even if the number of dark race troops encountered by other imperial armies is not as large as that of Yong Ye against Baicheng, it will not be easy.
At this moment, those Eternal Night powerhouses who were still on the battlefield were shocked by Qianye's aura. They all shuddered and kept retreating, and they had to retreat a large distance before they dared to turn around and run wildly.
Teague looked anxiously, and at the same time was terrified. The strange actions of those powerful knights were clearly intimidated by Qianye's blood.
However, Doyle was seriously injured and escaped, and when the sword-wielder was slaughtered, the morale of the Yongye army had been completely defeated. The werewolf tribe in the coalition army had almost fled. Without the power of resistance, even Teague felt trembling instinctively, not to mention the frontline fighters.
"Damn it! What are those senior councilors doing? Why aren't they here yet?" Teague looked up to the sky with anxiety in his eyes.
Once the sword bearer appears, there must be a real strong man behind him, and senior councilors are the minimum configuration. But the sword-wielder in front was almost completely killed by Zhao Jundu, and none of the top experts who should have appeared had disappeared.
In fact, Teague also knows that if the battle is fought like this, the game will be broken if it is not broken. Regardless of the outcome of the floating land battle, Yongye's losses far outweigh his gains. If Qianye and Song Zining were to rush out at this moment, no one would be able to bear that responsibility.
The outer void was still full of wars, and Yongye and the imperial fleet sometimes strangled each other, sometimes organized themselves, and charged against each other again in less than half a day. The only good thing is that the deployment of Eternal Night's reinforcements may have ended, and there are almost no large numbers of transport ships attacking the defense line.
Not far from Baicheng, near the junction of the Chinese and Western roads, the atmosphere is chilling and tense.
A large-scale imperial fleet is waiting in formation. Those who are familiar with the composition of the imperial fleet will know at a glance that almost all of the First Fleet of the Imperial Guard is here.
By this time, even the strongest fleet of the Imperial Guard was already full. But if all the ships were to be transferred from the tense void battlefield, one could imagine how much pressure the imperial fleets in other airspaces were under.
However, the greatest pressure is still ahead.
A small-scale Eternal Night Fleet composed of top-level warships is slowly revealing its entirety.
In the middle is a huge ship, the whole body of the ship is black, the metal surface is engraved gorgeously and beautifully, but the ramming corners formed by the closing are full of bloodthirsty ferocity. The entire upper deck and the command cabin are crystal clear blood red. From a distance, the light of the force magic circle is jumping, like a sea of flames.
The appearance of this huge ship is very unfamiliar to the imperial guards, but judging from its style and size, it turned out to be a prince-class blood warship! Compared with this behemoth, the Duke's ship accompanying it on the left and right, and the high-speed battleship group behind it are almost nothing.
The generals on the empire's flagship all had gloomy faces, as if they were facing an enemy, waiting for the terrifying shadow to spread into the airspace bit by bit. The clan emblem on the giant ship also slowly came into sight, the crown of fire, one of the twelve ancient clans of the blood clan, the symbol of the Spock family.
This is simply the worst news, the person who came was the leader of the Eternal Night Council, Blood Prince Habs!
The captain slammed his fist on the tactical table and shouted at the adjutant: "Send the high-speed boat! Spread the news of Habs's battle!" The adjutant also knew the seriousness of the situation and rushed out immediately.
At this moment, the entire floating land is fighting in the air and on the ground, and the messengers sent may not be able to reach a few strategic points, but this news must be communicated to other fleets and ground troops, otherwise anyone who bumps into the blood prince unprepared must be The end of annihilation.
And the captain knew that he had no chance of winning, so the next thing he could do was to see how long he could block the opponent and how to maximize the combat power of the opponent's fleet.
While the pre-war deployment was being carried out in an extremely tense atmosphere on the imperial flagship, the captain occasionally raised his head, and his eyes widened in surprise. A drop of sweat fell from his forehead into his eyes, the captain roughly wiped it away, blinked, and looked out of the cabin window again.
He read it right!
The Eternal Night Fleet ahead is turning!
At this time, the flagship lookout post also reported the same result. Habs's ship was turning to the left side, and the left and right Duke's ships also turned together, turning around 120 degrees and starting to leave, and then all the Eternal Night battleships under his command adjusted their formation one by one and left together.
Originally, this would be the rhythm of a decisive battle in outer space, but when things came to an end, it ended with such an unimaginable result.
On the giant ship, a Duke of the Blood Race said to Habs with a serious expression, "Your Highness, if we leave like this, the sword bearer will not respond."
Holding a glass of bloody red wine in his hand, Habs was standing in front of the porthole, staring at the barren void outside the window, as if there were countless scenic spots there, and said indifferently: "Of course I have more important things to do when I leave now." Do. What, are you doubting me?"
The duke showed a little panic, and hurriedly bowed: "Don't dare!"
After a moment of silence, Habs said: "There are always some people, even if it is the last twilight of their lives, it is more dazzling than countless people's noon sun."
Habs turned his back to everyone, and no one could see his expression, nor understand the reason for his endless words. However, although everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, no one came out to ask questions.
The people standing in this room are all marquis and above powerful men of various blood clans. Most of them heard about the unhappiness between Habs and Medanzuo before they set off, which was only calmed down by the mediation of King Lei Nuo. At a time like this, no one wanted to bump into the muzzle of the blood prince who was obviously in a bad mood.
Habs obviously didn't mean to explain, but just immersed himself in his own world, and sighed, "There are always some people..."
The wine in his glass was as scarlet as blood, which made people feel a little dazzling.
The sky above Baicheng was so quiet that it actually gave people a feeling of trembling like dead silence. Inside the city, Qianye had already made a surprise attack in three directions, each time the dark warriors in front had already fled before the terrifying coercion came.
In the next assault, will Qianye stop at the center line of the original dark army's battle line, and then turn back? Or, will he go back
Suddenly it dawned on Teague that someone had to make the decision, to issue that order, to take responsibility. Obviously, the role now belongs to him. It is not so difficult to choose between taking responsibility for the defeat or dying bravely.
He took a deep breath and said in a hoarse voice: "Order... the whole army to retreat."
The subordinate took the order and left, Teague turned around, then turned around, and took a last look at Baicheng. He knew that once he retreated, he would never come back.
The Battle of Baicheng is over.