On the flagship, Song Zining suddenly roared like crazy: "Attack! The whole army is attacking! I will kill all these black-blooded bastards!!"
Several generals who followed hurriedly hugged Song Zining, and shouted: "Marshal, you can't do it! The fleet is still behind, and you are not in good health. Going like this is sending you to death!"
Song Zining struggled desperately and shouted, "Get lost, give me the military order, I want to attack!"
Several generals put their hands together, hugged their legs, and tried their best to hold down Song Zining. The speed of the flagship also slowed down, waiting for the follow-up fleet to catch up.
Seeing that the speed of the ship slowed down, Song Zining became even more frantic, struggling desperately, and roared: "How dare you disobey orders, if you miss my important business, I will kill you and the other nine clans!"
All the officers ignored him and just pressed him hard. Song Zining obviously hadn't recovered yet. As a legendary general, he couldn't break free after being held down by several generals.
Seeing the flagship slowly hovering, Song Zining became very anxious, and suddenly said: "Okay, you don't have to go, let go, and bring my armored dragon gun over here, and I will go there by myself, can it be okay?"
A general said: "My lord is the pillar of the empire, and the fate of the empire will depend on you for the next thirty years! My lord, you must not be arrogant, the great cause of the family and the country are the most important!"
"My brother is right there, life or death is uncertain! He fought against the entire Eternal Night alone for four days! Why didn't you talk about the great cause of your family and country at that time?!"
The general just said: "Your Excellency, calm down, we are only following orders, we cannot help ourselves. Your Excellency, please don't make things difficult for us."
Song Zining's struggle became weaker and weaker, and he suddenly stopped moving. He sneered and said, "I see, let me get up."
Several generals looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing whether to let him go or not.
Song Zining said calmly: "Don't worry, I will live a good life. Since you still want to entrust me with the fate of the country for the next thirty years, you shouldn't offend me, right? The only bad thing about me is that I hold grudges."
The generals were startled and quickly let go, but they still surrounded Song Zining, fearing that he would do something out of the ordinary.
Song Zining patted his clothes and said, "This robe is dirty, go and get me a new one. Also, prepare tea!"
One general rushed in to get his clothes, while the other went to prepare refreshments. The other four generals still stood close to each other, keeping close to Song Zining.
Song Zining looked as usual, changed his clothes, drank tea, and sat there quietly, as if nothing had happened. Several generals secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but felt an inexplicable chill.
At this time, the flagship finally merged with the Imperial Guard Fleet, and hundreds of battleships gathered in one place, pressing towards the dark race with overwhelming force.
All the elite fleets of the empire were mobilized for this campaign. Although there were many Yongye troops, their morale had already dropped to the bottom after being severely injured by Qianye, and they were all ground troops. attack.
Therefore, after a great battle, the dark race was defeated as expected, and they all retreated to the fortress. How can the Imperial Fleet give up? Putting up an anti-ground formation in the air, he wanted to attack again, using superior air firepower to destroy the core fortress of Eternal Night in one fell swoop.
At this moment, everyone was suddenly like a fish being lifted out of the water, unable to even breathe. They strangled their throats and breathed in vain, but they couldn't take a breath.
The imperial fleet was suddenly in chaos. Several warships began to spin in the air, some collided with each other, and some slowly fell to the ground.
Fortunately, there are a lot of talents in the Imperial Guard Fleet. Several commanders immediately used the force, and the voice spread throughout the fleet: "This is coercion! Use the force to protect your mind! All generals, protect your subordinates."
Give an order, and the effect is immediate. The imperial fleet gradually restored order, but many crew members needed the protection of superiors, and they obviously couldn't last long, let alone fight.
The situation on the side of the dark race is obviously not much better. There is silence in the fortress, and the original fierce anti-aircraft firepower has completely stopped, just like a girl who has been stripped naked, no longer able to resist. It's just that the attacker can barely protect himself at this moment, and has no power to invade.
Song Zining sat on the bow of the boat, unaffected at all, just sneered.
A burly man walking on the deck walked up to the deck and said salutingly, "Shuai Song must have a well-thought-out plan, I wonder if I can give you some pointers."
Song Zining didn't get up, took a sip of tea, and said, "Commander Fang is the first time to come to the New World, so it's normal for him to be unfamiliar with it. The coercion just now is what we call the New World's malice. Since it came , then if we fight again, we will capture it like a tiger's beard."
Commander Fang was a little confused, so he had to ask for advice, "Then what should we do now?"
"wait."
"How long to wait."
"Usually after a day or two, it should go away."
"One or two days!" Commander Fang gritted his teeth and said, "The fleet can only last for half a day at most! If it takes longer, all the warships will be scrapped here!"
"I can't say that. Even if it doesn't show its power, just staring at it, like it is now, can you fight?"
Commander Fang finally lost his composure, "Is it just watching?"
"if not?"
Commander Fang's face was uncertain, and he said after a while: "If this is the case, then I'm afraid we have to retreat."
Song Zining just got up at this moment, pointed to the top of his head, and said calmly: "There is no rush for a while, the higher-ups are probably discussing it, and it won't be long before there should be a result."
"Are you talking about it?" Commander Fang was obviously taken aback.
Song Zining didn't explain, walked to the side of the boat, and said, "I'm going to see where my brother died. I'm not looking for death. The commander doesn't need to send anyone to follow."
After finishing speaking, Song Zining jumped out of the deck, his sleeves fluttering like catkins, towards the remaining half of the lonely peak.
"Good skill!" Commander Fang secretly praised. Song Zining is still very weak at this moment, normally he can't fly at all. But he has mastered a little bit of the force, and he can even use the force of the new world to help him, like a bird soaring and retreating freely.
Commander Fang felt ashamed of this mastery of the Force. He changed his mind and was surprised again. Song Zining was so capable, but he couldn't afford to be seriously injured on the spot when he confronted Yetong across the air, and it wasn't until recently that he was relieved. How powerful should Yetong be
Commander Fang suddenly felt a little lucky, fortunately, the Imperial Guard Fleet had never entered the new world before, otherwise, even if he met Ye Tong, it would be bad luck.
Song Zining, with his sleeves like wings, flew to the edge of the isolated peak, walking back and forth. Wherever he passed, there would be a piece of footage from time to time. Most of them are the corpses of the dark race lying around, and corpses can be seen falling in the air from time to time. Most of them are indistinguishable messy light spots.
Song Zining walked in circles, watching silently, and then stopped at a certain high place.
This was the former peak, where Qianye fought his last battle. In front of Song Zining was the place where the former Wang Qi stood. He raised his head and looked into the sky, as if he saw the flying king's flag again.
What kind of mood did Qianye feel when he planted a banner on this peak with only his sword and declared war on the entire dark race
That big flag, like the lonely peak, has been wiped out.
Song Zining dropped his knees, knelt in front of the former king's banner, and said softly, "I'm the one who came late. Qianye, let me live for another thirty years. In these thirty years, no matter what kind of grievances or grievances there are, I will definitely get rid of them." Clean it up. I will help you get back everything that is owed to you. Thirty years later, when all grievances and grievances are settled in the world, we will meet again."
He stood up slowly, flicked his sleeves, and sneered, "From then on, there are no rules in the world that can restrain me. If it comes to tactics, who am I, Song Zining, afraid of?!"
When returning to the command ship, Song Zining acted as if nothing had happened. Commander Fang has been observing secretly on the ship. In fact, he has never figured out what he wants to do, and he did not dare to be too rebellious. Seeing that he came back intact, Fang heaved a sigh of relief.
"Song Shuai, when will the above-mentioned negotiations be settled? My people are about to lose their hold."
"You can't hold it, and the dark race can't hold it even more. There will be results soon."
Commander Fang was a little suspicious, and said, "How do you know that the dark race can't hold on anymore?"
Song Zining said: "Because they are more powerful, they are more likely to attract the malicious attention of the world."
Commander Fang breathed a sigh of relief at first, but then the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and said, "What Song Shuai means is that if we really fight, we might lose?"
"From the current point of view, it is very likely."
"But, didn't Qianye kill one hundred thousand dark races? The corpses are still there?"
Song Zining turned to look at the Fortress of Eternal Night, lest the change in his expression reveal what was on his mind. His voice became extremely soft, and he said: "Even though Qianye killed half of the dark race, there are still most of the strong demons and blood races left. Even if the two races work together, we will still be at a disadvantage."
Commander Fang was stunned, and saluted, "I've been taught."
Song Zining turned around again, with a smile on his face, and said with a smile: "The commander's words are off the mark. If you need me in the future, just speak up."
Commander Fang hurriedly said: "What's the matter, Song Shuai needs to support him a lot from now on."
Song Zining's use of soldiers like a god has long been judged. After he was seriously injured and couldn't afford it, the battle immediately collapsed, which also proved his ability from the side.
After going through the difficult times afterwards, many people in the empire understood how difficult it was for Song Zining to achieve such brilliant results with limited troops.
Now that Song Zining has finally woken up, his foundation is not damaged, and he will recover sooner or later. At that time, the military power of the empire will fall into his hands sooner or later.
Commander Fang understood this point, so he deliberately made friends with Song Zining. In the future, even if you get a few words of advice from him when the current situation is complicated, it will be of great benefit.
And Song Zining also had his own ideas, and the commander of the other party changed his initial cynicism and enthusiasm, and the two of them fought fiercely for a while.
At this moment, King Dingxuan's voice suddenly came from the sky: "Order! Unload the luggage and troops at the following location, establish a base here, and then return the imperial guard fleet to the empire."
In the center of the Imperial Fleet, the forces of the Force gathered to form a huge map. In the center of the map is the tiankeng, and there is a mark next to it, which is the location of the new base.
The new base is about hundreds of kilometers away from the Yongye Central Base, and it is a tripartite rival to Tiankeng.
Being able to build the base here is obviously a deal with Yong Ye. Commander Fang was astonished, and admired Song Zining so much.
Song Zining picked up the teacup and drank it down in one gulp. Only under the cup sleeves was a sneer.
On the side of the Eternal Night Fortress, similar orders were issued, and a giant of the Eternal Night Council appeared and took over the command of the fortress.
As for the surviving strongmen and dark warriors of various races in the fortress, how confused, surprised, and angry they were by the sudden truce agreement is completely unimportant.
Several power fluctuations spread from this side of the sky to all directions. One of them went straight through the gate of the new world controlled by the demons, and then a few figures appeared in the void of the other continent.
The Demon Emperor was still shrouded in a dark mist, "What's going on with Mr. Habs?"
"The crown of fire is still closed to welcome guests." The person who answered was wrapped in a hooded black robe, and was actually the current speaker of the Eternal Night Council.
The Demon Emperor chuckled lightly and said, "Young Habs spent a long time recuperating from his wounds this time. It seems that he even went to the New World to fight in the middle of it?"
The speaker pondered and said: "He was a little dissatisfied with participating in the Battle of Floating Continent at the very beginning... Uh... thoughts, and he has been unwilling to go to the parliament to report on his duties after the war. I heard that he also had a bad relationship with Medanzuo because of this. Your Majesty , do you need to consult the Queen of the Night's opinion on this?"
The Demon Emperor said: "The war on the floating land is over, what else needs to be reported, let alone disturb Lilith, the blood race can't distinguish the contribution weight within itself, why do we need to take care of it? Dear Markle, you misunderstood me It means, I just want a piece of spoils that Habs got, this is a private transaction, just a private transaction."
The speaker bowed and said: "Yes, Your Majesty, this is my negligence. I will send someone again, with a richer gift, to see His Highness Habs."
The Demon Emperor turned to a tall young man and said, "Mr. Prattyk, you haven't seen Habs for a long time, right?"
The young man named was wearing a robe of a great wizard. His hair was pale blond, and there was a hint of innate arrogance between his brows. He looked more like a sturdy warrior than a great prophet.
Most of the eternal night nobles may be unfamiliar with him, but in the small circle at the top, this extremely young demon is very famous. He is the last treasure of the Glorious Nightmare, with the title of "The Doomsday Prophet", and it is very likely that he will wear the crown of the number one prophet of Eternal Night after he matures enough.
Prattik's eyelids twitched, and he bowed and said, "When I met Habs, everyone was underage. I haven't seen him for decades, right? After this awakening, I haven't left the traditional territory yet."
The Demon Emperor said: "Then let's go and have a look together."
"yes."
"If, um, if Mr. Habs still has any ideas, I can go and see him." After speaking, the Demon Emperor nodded at the speaker, and his figure disappeared.
After the black mist in front of him completely dissipated, Prattik looked at the Speaker who was completely covered in black robes, "What's going on?"
No matter how polite the Demon Emperor's tone was, he couldn't ignore his majesty as the Dark Sovereign. Because of his background, Prietik had a close relationship with this Majesty, and he knew better about his tenacity and determination under his gentle and approachable appearance.
Recently, there has been a turbulent undercurrent between the demons and the blood races. Just now, in the new world, when the human king was present, he didn't restrain himself or cover it up. If the Demon Emperor didn't get what he wanted, he really went to see Habs in person, and he didn't know what would happen.
In fact, the big figures above the parliamentary giants are a little uneasy, whether one day there will be irreconcilable conflicts between the young demon emperor and the queen of the night who has been standing on the holy mountain for thousands of years.
The speaker obviously had the same concern. He was silent for a while before he said: "Dear Your Excellency Prattik, I am actually not very clear about the ins and outs of the matter. His Majesty the Demon Emperor offered His Royal Highness Habs a generous offer in exchange for a A spoil of war, I don’t know what it is, His Majesty didn’t say it clearly, but Habs should be clear. His previous answers have always been that there is no such thing.”
Prattik couldn't help reaching out and patting his forehead, "My God..." But then he fell silent.
The Speaker gave him a puzzled look, half skeptical that Praetik might have the answer.
However, the speaker, who was over a thousand years old this year, didn't have any curiosity. He waited patiently, and seeing that Prattyk stopped talking, he called the subordinates next to him to assign tasks.