Habs woke up from his throne.
In his consciousness, there was a message from the perennially calm river of blood, which was a call from the King of Blue, Lei Nuo.
Since the holy river fell silent, the maharaja and the princes have rarely sent messages to each other through this oldest method, because the river of blood often does not respond, cannot stir up the slightest wave, and cannot communicate accordingly.
Habs felt a little weird, but the position of the King of Blue was still a continent away from Twilight. He didn't have time to think, and after responding, he walked towards the entrance of the main hall.
Suddenly he stopped, his figure flashed, disappeared from the spot, and then appeared on the corridor on the seventh floor of the clan castle.
The promenade still maintains the state of the oldest sandstone wall. The corridor is not wide but extremely high. At the end are two bronze gates, engraved with ancient runes.
There was a person standing in front of the door, without the slightest aura of a strong man, just like an ordinary person.
However, that can't be just an ordinary person. The blood pools and altars are all under the blood clan castle, especially the twelve ancient clans. The regional coercion alone makes it impossible for newborns of this clan to stay alone.
The Demon Emperor heard the human voice, but he didn't turn his head back. He still stood where he was, looking up at the majestic portal in front of him. He had been standing here for a long time, but after all, he didn't reach out to push the two doors open.
Habs walked slowly along the corridor.
Although the blood clan is the home field in their own clan castle, it is just a small obstacle for the demon emperor who is here in person. At this time, let alone this promenade, there is no safe distance in the entire castle.
"Your Majesty the Demon Emperor, it is a great honor to be here in person."
"I just came to see him."
Habs was silent, and the Demon Emperor didn't speak or move. The two stood in front of the bronze door like two statues, separated by more than ten meters.
After a long time, the two doors slowly opened inward, and there was endless darkness behind the door.
The Demon Emperor didn't mean to go in, but just cast his eyes on it. In his eyes, the bottomless darkness is a world of energy with rich layers, a small world belonging to the original fire of darkness.
At this moment, those flames that are darker than darkness and colder than extreme cold imprison a twilight, like glaciers that have not melted for tens of thousands of years on the permafrost.
The Demon Emperor could see that the source of the shimmering light was four floating original crystals, one of which had a fuzzy edge and seemed a little broken.
Gradually, Shimmer seemed to have an outline, and it was vaguely a human figure, sitting half-legged, with his left hand on his knee, and his right hand holding a gun leaning on the ground. From time to time, a little bit of starlight overflows from the chest area, and it surrounds and hides behind.
But occasionally a star point breaks away from the light cluster and floats into the deep darkness, flickering on and off until it disappears.
The Demon Emperor looked away quietly, unable to see any emotion, suddenly there was a wave on his calm face, he turned his head and said: "His origin has completely dissipated?"
Habs was lowering his head and didn't know what he was thinking. When he heard the words and raised his head, a look of astonishment flashed across his face. He obviously didn't understand why the Demon Emperor asked such a question.
The Demon Emperor had a panoramic view of Habs' reaction, but stopped asking, and disappeared from the spot.
Habs frowned, looked back at the dark world of fire, and then followed. Behind him, the bronze door slowly closed.
The Demon Emperor stood in the void above the castle of the Spock Clan, thoughtful. Seeing Habs appear, the Demon Emperor raised his hand, and a drop of dark force appeared between the two, with extremely high concentration and purity.
The Demon Emperor said: "You have the darkest flame in the world, which is closer to the source of darkness than other blood powers. It is said that there are some problems with the blood mark of the previous Fire Crown, not that the power is not strong enough, but that it devours blood relatives to be more pure."
Habs listened quietly, and he didn't show any panic when he heard the Demon Emperor mention what was supposed to be the secret of the blood clan.
The Demon Emperor said: "I can give you a dark rule. With your ability, you can greatly shorten the time required to purify power."
Habs said flatly: "Thank you for your kindness, but I am very satisfied with the power I currently have."
The Demon Emperor who was directly rejected was not angry, and he did not continue to persuade, "In this case, Mr. Habs, as a member of the parliament, you should shoulder your own responsibilities."
At this time, Habs suddenly had an ominous premonition, but in front of the Demon Emperor, how could he have the energy to distract himself from exploring the anomaly of unknown origin.
He frowned and brushed away his distracting thoughts, and replied, "I have never refused a council mission."
The Demon Emperor said: "On the Beacon Continent, there is a parliamentary laboratory at the junction with the human race, and it is going to be cleaned up recently. Markle will ask you to explain it in detail."
Habs couldn't control it, and the blood core jumped violently. This place sounded too familiar.
The Demon Emperor seemed unaware, and said: "As for his remains, there seems to be something wrong. Even in the perpetually frozen environment of the dark original fire, it is still disintegrating very slowly. We have no fallen human kings behind us." The exact information of the state, but the Terran God will definitely not look like this."
The Demon Emperor paused, and said: "Sometimes, I think of some words he said before. Maybe our world really can't keep him, and his destination is outside the world."
Habs didn't fully understand the meaning of the Demon Emperor's words, and he didn't know how to respond, so he remained silent.
An irregular gray chip flew out of the Demon Emperor's hand, floating in the air alongside the drop of dark force he released earlier.
The Demon Emperor said: "You can manipulate the small world, so you should know how to use this shadow shard." After speaking, he nodded to Habs as farewell, stepped out and disappeared into the void.
In the void at the edge of the Twilight Continent, the speaker was waiting with a few followers.
"Dear Markle, go and find out what happened to the human troops on the floating land when Lin Xitang fell."
This sentence was a bit random, and the speaker asked: "Your Majesty, the abnormality you are referring to..."
The Demon Emperor said: "I just have a bad hunch."
The Demon Emperor's premonition cannot be ignored, the speaker thought for a while, and said: "I understand. Then start with their god-level powerhouses, and descend in order to investigate."
After speaking, everyone disappeared into the void together.
And above the castle of the Spock clan, Habs stared at the two things in front of him.
That gray chip looks ordinary, but if you touch it carefully with the force, you will find that there is another world inside. Its attributes are very peculiar, belonging to the area where the nerubians are located on the spectrum of dark power, but when you probe into the perception, there is always a feeling of being in a mirror image.
Habs has heard about this. It is said that the ancient nerubians had a large shadow world, and the fallen fragments would form a small shadow world, which was a sacred object that the nerubians scrambled for in the underground black market. I don't know where the Demon Emperor got one of them.
The permafrost property of the dark original fire can freeze space and almost freeze time, but it is not completely frozen after all, so it cannot prevent the disintegration of Lin Xitang's remains. Although this kind of disintegration is extremely slow, it may take hundreds of years to completely dissipate a piece of original crystal.
But adding the shadow small world is different. Its basic rule is that it belongs to the back side of the world and can block the front side of the world.
Habs didn't think about it anymore, and reached out to take off the small shadow world and put it away. Then lightly touched the drop of dark force, the demon emperor's aura spread out gently, and an image appeared.
A boy-like human race looked over here, with long black hair hanging in a mess on his chest, with a forest in the background.
When you touch his eyes, you will find that the boy is not as young as he looks, and the nebula flows, as if reflecting the world.
"The starry sky outside the world is vast and gorgeous, and I still can't see the edge."
"I think my world is bounded, sixty years a year."
"For short-lived species, it actually exceeds the lifespan of most civilians, enough for me to do many things I want to do."
"Yeah, so I can't go exploring with you..."
The image stopped abruptly here, and the drop of dark force had been diluted into mist and slowly dissipated.
This is a memory belonging to the Demon Emperor, a memory about Lin Xitang.
However, even with a slight smile, the person who was so indifferent as to be almost heartless, still failed to live the whole Jiazi Liunian after all.
Habs calmed down, looked down at the traditional territory of the blood race under his feet, and looked slowly from a distance, everything seemed to be normal. But he didn't forget the strange moment he felt just now.
Habs sinks his perception into the long river of blood, the river is calm and unwavering, as peaceful as a mirror, and the message from the Blue King has long since left no trace. His perception extended to the source, and twelve blood marks gradually appeared, ups and downs, half-bright and half-extinguished.
The one belonging to the Blue King is not the brightest, because it is not his normal activity period. Habs looked at it for a while, but still wasn't sure if the mark was abnormal. After thinking about it, he decided to go to the place where the King of Blue sent the message to take a look.
When Habs arrived at the secret realm, only ruins remained of the castle of the Blue King. The topography of the valley has also been changed, and the strong dawn force is scattered everywhere. Even Habs can't find any valuable clues.
There was only a wisp of purple-black blood at the scene, pointing in a certain direction. That was the mark left by the lightless king, Metatron.
Habs stood in the air, looking at the ruins below, his eyes gradually locked. After pondering, he glanced at the direction where the King of Lightless left the mark, and instead of following the trail, he returned directly to Twilight.
The Black Sun Valley is no longer raging with flames of war. The Empire and Yong Ye are both building large-scale construction projects and building fortresses. Although they are not far apart, they all work in their own way without interfering with each other. The patrol forces on both sides also deliberately kept a distance, and they did not get close to each other, so there was no possibility of firing their guns.
But judging from the scale of fortresses built by both sides, peace is only temporary.
The Eternal Night Fortress is already huge in scale, and now it is even more extensively constructed on the basis of the original. After experiencing the situation where the imperial guard fleet suppressed the border, the Eternal Night Council learned from the painful experience and began to frantically increase the anti-aircraft firepower of the fortress. Anti-aircraft gun turrets rose one after another, densely packed like a stone forest. Even a powerful fleet would feel numb when seeing so many anti-aircraft guns.
The empire also refused to show weakness. Although the fortress was newly built, the number of turrets was not much less than that of Yongye. Perhaps because of its own air superiority, the imperial fortress has more rapid-fire guns aimed at the ground, as well as tracking ballistas that specialize in bombarding the strong.
In this way, the two sides are focusing on each other's strengths and weaknesses, and constructively, a war may break out at any time.
In the fortress, Song Zining was the most leisurely one. Apart from looking through the battle reports every day, there is nothing to do. From his window, he could see the black flame column in the distance, which was weakening day by day. Maybe it won't be long before it disappears completely.
According to the agreement reached behind the scenes that day, a new round of fighting will begin when the black flame disappears.
At this moment, the door knocked, and the sound was very urgent.
Song Zining opened the door, but was taken aback, and said, "General Zhang Zhao, why are you here?"
It was Zhang Zhao who came, with a dusty face and sunken eyes, apparently rushing all the way without sleep. Seeing Song Zining, Zhang Zhao immediately knelt down on one knee and shouted, "Shuai Song, help!"
Song Zining hurriedly helped him up and said, "Get up and talk, what's so serious?"
When he stretched out his hand to help, Song Zining was startled again, and said, "Are you injured?"
Zhang Zhao said: "A little injury, it's not a problem. Now I really have no choice but to come here, and ask Shuai Song for some advice."
"If you have anything to say, let's talk when you get up." Song Zining helped Zhang Zhao up, let him sit down, and returned to his seat. Fang looked at Zhang Zhao and waited for the next sentence.
Zhang Zhao said: "My lord sent thousands of elites and dozens of strong men to secretly go to Yonglu to lurk and wait for your arrival. Who would have known that we were ambushed as soon as we entered Yonglu, and there were enemies everywhere. In the end, it was only me and Several colleagues were killed, and the rest of the colleagues, all, all... "
Song Zining said, "Is this the prince's elite?"
"Most of them were the entourage of the lord, and they were instructed by the lord. This army has a total of 3,000 people. I didn't expect that one-third of it would be lost in a short time."
"Since this army is so elite, how come only so few people escaped?"
Zhang Zhao had come to his senses at this time, and said: "One is that the incident happened suddenly. We were surrounded immediately after we got off the airship. There were too many of them, covering mountains and plains. In addition, there was a Duke inside! Commander Yang Not long after the battle started, he was seriously injured and had to flee, and his life and death are unknown now."
Song Zining nodded and said, "It seems that the news has been leaked. What do you want me to do now?"
Zhang Zhao said: "The only way to save the situation now is to take your own action and take back the Hall of Valor in one fell swoop. I got the news that the Hall of Valor has returned to the city of blue waves, and it is now parked outside the city."
Song Zining got up and paced around, patted Zhang Zhao on the shoulder, and said, "General Zhang, it seems that you are confused. This commander is in charge of guarding the Black Sun Valley. What a heavy responsibility this is. How can you just leave? As for you How should I explain to the prince what happened? Don’t say you are just a little general, even if you are a god general, so what? Will you still be in the eyes of this commander?"
Zhang Zhao was startled, and said, "Shuai Song, what do you mean?"
"I just want you to know that you escaped not because of your ability, but because I asked them to let you go. I didn't expect you to come to me instead of going to see the prince. So since you came Now, just rest here. Anyway, your injury will relapse soon, and your life will not be long."
Zhang Zhao was even more shocked, suddenly understood, and shouted: "You, it's you!"
Before he could finish his sentence, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground wearily. Only then did he remember Song Zining's slaps on his shoulders, and he understood everything in an instant. It's just that at this time, it's too late.
Song Zining opened the door and shouted, "Come here! General Zhang's injury has recurred, come and rescue him!"
Several relatives rushed in and carried Zhang Zhao out.
After a while, a personal attendant rushed back and said: "My lord, this subordinate is incompetent. General Zhang is seriously injured and has already sacrificed his life for the country!"
Song Zining frowned and said, "Did he say anything before he died?"
"General Zhang is already out of his mind, so he just kept saying, Werewolves, a lot of werewolves! There's nothing else."
Song Zining said: "General Zhang came thousands of miles away and must have some important business. Unfortunately, he left before he had time to say a word. This matter is of great importance, so you are in charge. Report everything to the military headquarters and don't hide anything. .do you understand?"
Follow the order and hurry to do it.
After he left, Song Zining let out a little breath, knowing that he had another thing on his mind. The next step is to wait for the detailed report from Yonglu, and then look at the reaction of the military department after receiving the report.
This guy Zhang Zhao is really useless, even a lobbyist is full of loopholes, Song Zining is really too lazy to let him jump around in front of his eyes, and hope that the other party will send someone who is a little smarter next time.
After the emperor of the empire broke through the heavenly barrier, he would just sit in command and not lead the army when he went to the battlefield. The thousand so-called personal followers of King Dingxuan, if they were his personal soldiers back then, the youngest would be seventy or eighty years old this year, even a general wouldn't be able to hold a sword. If it is a backup soldier, it will be among the guards. Let alone whether King Dingxuan, who has become a heavenly king, is interested in instructing a group of soldiers, let’s talk about the number. Hundreds of people.
King Qingyang, who had recently retired from the position of marshal, had a well-organized elite army, of which there were only 2,000 personal guards who could be transferred to the light-armored formation. Counting the number of people who can return to the battlefield after retiring over the years, it is only barely enough to recruit family private soldiers to make up three thousand. If it was really the former Heavenly King Yiwei who lost thousands of people in one battle in Yonglu, it would be a very interesting and sensational event.
Song Zining was not in a hurry to find out the truth. How good it is for him to wait for work like this now. On the one hand, people are constantly sending heads, saving the effort to track down. On the other hand, there seems to be a change in the upper continent of werewolves.