Those who are above the Imperial Warlord level can infuse the physical bullets of the original force in exchange for military merits from the Empire. As for god generals and even higher level powerhouses, they need to deposit a certain number of original force bombs every year. This batch of Force bombs is used as the empire's strategic material reserve.
The allocation and use of this kind of force bomb, especially the king-level force bomb, naturally has an extremely strict management process, and detailed records must be kept on income and withdrawal.
Although these records can be shown to Zhao Jundu, they will not be kept in his hands. The Imperial Army only gave him one hour, and when the time was up, the sent troops would return with records.
When Zhao Jundu opened the record, four military officers were standing in a corner of the house, watching his every move.
Zhao Jundu had never seen such a big scene before, he was calm and composed, and turned the records page by page at a constant speed until the end. When the last page was turned, the alarm clock rang, exactly one hour, not one minute more, not one minute less.
"My lord, I need to go back and return to my life."
Zhao Jundu nodded, watched the four officers put away the records, re-sealed them, and then left.
In the records, there is no doubt that all the physical bullets of the Heavenly King level force are registered in the register, with their origins and whereabouts, and not a single one was lost. According to this record, the Force bomb that Zhao Jundu fired should not have existed at all.
Just as Song Zining expected, even if he obtained the authority to access the records, he would definitely not get the results. If you think about it, you will know how powerful it is to be able to put the original force bomb made by King Qingyang into Zhao Jundu's dark sky without anyone noticing it? In contrast, changing a record is nothing more than a trivial matter.
Zhao Jundu called his entourage and ordered: "Prepare a report, package it according to the highest level, and send it to the military headquarters. The content of the report is that the original force bomb containing the original force of King Qingyang appeared on the battlefield, and it is suspected that important strategic materials have been stolen. Report to the military headquarters Thorough investigation."
The entourage was taken aback, and boldly said: "Sir, is this not good? After all, your shot did a great job."
"Just do as I tell you."
"Yes, my lord." The entourage didn't dare to persuade any more, and hurriedly took orders and left.
According to the previous high-level report, with Zhao Jundu's level, this report must be processed according to the fastest process, and there must be a result. No matter what the conclusion is, someone must be responsible for it.
Of course, it is impossible for Zhao Jundu to be responsible, so someone else has to come forward to take responsibility, and this person's rank will not be low.
The follower didn't understand why Zhao Jundu would issue such a report, but the military order was like a mountain, he couldn't figure it out and had to go through it.
In Yongye's temporary camp, it was also busy for three days. Troops of all ethnic groups came to assemble in a steady stream, and the army's strength did not fall but increased. However, the human race has also improved and even strengthened the fortress group accordingly. Everyone knows that the next battle will not be easy.
In the center of the camp, there is an independent courtyard. The buildings are all in a distinct vampire style. The guards from the inside to the outside are all vampires, and there is no one from the other three clans.
This is Yetong's residence and also the headquarters. After being shot that day, Yetong locked herself in the small building and never showed up again.
Now that the malice in the new world has disappeared, and the time for another war is approaching, the powerhouses of the other three clans are gradually unable to hold back, and start to find ways to find out about Yetong's current situation.
That shot, it can be said that King Qingyang was hit by a real blow, and it hit the vital point. It is a miracle that Ye Tong didn't die on the spot.
In the distant sky, an airship came at an astonishing high speed, flew straight to the center of the camp, and then fell straight down. Not to mention in wartime, even in peacetime, this is an extremely dangerous move.
But when the officers saw the emblem of the blue king on the airship and the faint aura of the king, they turned a blind eye.
The airship landed, and three dukes and six marquises came out of it, which was equivalent to drawing all the blood race's defense forces in the mainland. With such a lineup, it is obvious that they are escorting extremely important things.
Holding the highest order of the Eternal Night Council, the leading duke walked unimpeded all the way until he came to the small building where Yetong lived alone, stopped at the gate, and said: "Adrian of the Mowei clan, Queen of the Night, King of the Blue And the edict of the Eternal Night Council, come to see His Royal Highness Yetong. The Queen of the Night also has an important token, which will be escorted by us and handed over to you."
"come in."
Duke Adrian and the other two dukes walked into the small building, while the Marquises were all waiting at the gate with an extremely respectful attitude.
Adrian went up to the second floor, which was the entire floor of the reception area. Ye Tong was sitting in the high seat at the end, looking down at everyone from a high position.
Adrian stepped forward, knelt down on one knee, held out a square box with both hands, and presented it respectfully, saying: "This is something given to you by the Queen of the Night, and it has been blessed by the King of Blue."
The whole body of the square box is made of black jade, the depth is bottomless, and there is an endless and deep starry sky in the darkness, dotted with twinkling stars, as if there is a whole world hidden in it.
Yetong didn't take it immediately, but asked, "Does she have anything else to say to me?"
"Your Majesty didn't say it, but the King of Green's decree is that you will know it when you open it."
"Put it down and get out."
"Yes... Your Majesty." Adrian changed his title.
Yetong did not deny the title, and waited until everyone quit before her eyes fell on the black jade box on the desk in front of her.
A spirit bird flew over, opened the lid of the box, and a beam of dark golden light shot up into the sky and hit the invisible barrier on the ceiling before being blocked.
There are countless stars rising and falling around the beam of light, and several continents floating around, it seems to be a concrete and tiny world.
Those floating continents are not false, all the continents ruled by the blood clan are among them, and the atmosphere has changed very subtlely. At the level of Yetong, he naturally knew that the changes in the breath followed the changes in the real world, not just phantoms.
That is to say, what this aura transforms is the projection of the blood race world. Just the natural change of breath can have such an effect, which shows that the will of the Queen of the Night has actually covered every corner of the blood race world.
This is the true strength of the Queen of the Night, who has always been high on the holy mountain and has the title of the second blood of the long river of blood since ancient times.
Yetong's eyes fell on the two uppermost continents. The two continents are almost completely shrouded in shadow, and only the outlines can be barely seen.
They obviously do not belong to the continents already occupied by the vampires, nor are they known territories of other dark races. These two land masses are only one-third the size of normal continents, floating around each other, rotating at a slow speed.
Yetong narrowed his eyes slightly, and said softly, "Have you been to such a high place?"
A soft voice sounded, "I have only been there, but many places cannot be explored yet."
In front of Yetong, the dark golden beam of light split out a ray of brilliance, projecting the image of the Queen of the Night. Yetong stared deeply at her, and she was also looking at Yetong.
In the end, it was the Queen of the Night who spoke first, "Is this the first time we have met?"
Yetong said, "This is the first time in my life."
The Queen of the Night said: "It doesn't matter how many times, because soon, you will return to the past."
There was a faint light in Yetong's eyes, and he said, "Is this the result of your design?"
"No, it's the plot of the human race. The cunning of the human race is far beyond our imagination. You should know this better than me."
"What is the Great Prophet doing?" Ye Tong suddenly asked.
"The great prophet has been trying to decipher the hidden secrets of the human race. Even if he is free, he cannot predict the actions of the king of heaven."
Yetong sarcastically said, "Has he been doing this for hundreds of years? Haven't he made any progress yet?"
"To be precise, including the last great prophet, it is a total of two hundred and forty-three years. I believe that they have found some clues."
"The beginning of Zaiyao?"
"That's right."
"Except for this?"
"Only the name of the plan is known at the moment."
"Even I know this name. Is this the clue you said?"
The Queen of the Night looked very calm, and said: "No one can be indifferent to the high status and thousands of years of extra lives. Therefore, those who are willing to become great prophets are basically mediocre talents who are hopeless. Occasionally there are one or two exceptions, but It can't change the overall pattern. The human race is a very strange race. They appeared suddenly thousands of years ago, and until now, they continue to bring us surprises. They are naturally suitable for the secret art, and the price they pay is far less than ours .Many geniuses can give up a hundred years of extra life in exchange for the advantage of the entire group. For example, Lin Xitang."
Yetong was silent, and she couldn't refute what the Queen of the Night said.
"I waited until now to send it here, just waiting for you to save yourself. But now, it seems that you have failed. Then, accept this gift, go back to the past, and say goodbye to this life."
"How did the human race know that Zhang Boqian's force can restrain me?"
"Zhang Boqian's force can restrain all the holy blood races. If you hadn't deliberately suppressed your own strength and evaded responsibility a while ago, after you were promoted to Grand Duke, you would not be restrained like this again. This is your own choice."
"That's the responsibility you imposed on me, not mine."
"Even if it is an imposed responsibility, you have not fulfilled it."
Speaking of this, the Queen of the Night paused, sighed, and said: "This is the biggest difference between us and the human race. The stronger each of us is, the more we tend to think about ourselves. And those geniuses of the human race, every generation There is no shortage of people who are willing to sacrifice for the race. In the past, we always regarded it as a short-lived trait and laughed at it. But now it seems that perhaps we should be ridiculed.”
"With you, the status of the blood clan will not change. In fact, there is no difference if there is me, including the king of blue, or Wuguang or even Habs. For thousands of years, we have lost many second-generation ancestors, even The Thirteenth Clan has completely disappeared, so our Blood Clan is still as strong? Now that the Blood River is showing signs of recovery, I don’t see anything to worry about.”
"The River of Blood..." The Queen of the Night stood quietly for a while, and said, "If you want to know the truth about the River of Blood, then become stronger. I am waiting for you at the source."