Night is the eternal theme of the Domain of Eternal Night.
Endless night and shadow enveloped this vast and barren continent, leaving only brief gaps for sunlight.
In those deep gazes looking at several or even the entire continent, Yong Ye is like a shadow at the edge of vision, not worthy of much attention at all. In the corner of this dark area, the replacement of the division commander of the expeditionary army is not even worth appearing as a number in the mansion newspaper. As for the establishment of a small mercenary regiment, no one will mention it.
And on this land hidden in the shadows, there is a huge and deep darkness slowly moving, trying to cross the deep and shallow gray areas and erode all the light.
When a storm is about to come, even in the daytime, the sky is gray.
At the edge of the Domain of Eternal Night, an airship was flying close to the dense clouds. Gusts of wind hit it from time to time, making it sway, and sometimes even suddenly move tens of meters away. In the strong wind, the iron-cast skeleton of the airship was creaking, and some places even showed obvious twists, as if it might break at any time.
This is not the weather for the airship to set sail at all, the strong wind is not the biggest enemy, the thunder light is constantly jumping in the bottomless black clouds above, that is the most dangerous existence. If a thunderbolt strikes down, this interstellar-class airship that can go back and forth between the two continents will burn and fall to the ground.
In the cockpit, the burly captain was manipulating it himself, his head covered in sweat, staring at the front. But through the porthole, apart from the deep black thick clouds, there are dancing thunders. The howling wind filled people's ears like the cry of a giant beast.
Two more force lamps lit up on the top of the airship, which could illuminate the entire school field on the ground, but now they are extremely bleak, and can only penetrate a little thundercloud, reflecting the electric light like a group of snakes dancing more thrillingly , Looking forward, it is still a hell of a storm.
The door of the cockpit was suddenly knocked open, and a pale young man rushed in, screaming: "We can't fly anymore, the power furnace has already exceeded its limit, and the supporting frame has begun to twist. Land, land quickly!" If we continue to fly, we will fall apart at any moment!"
"What did you say?!" the captain yelled. But amidst the wind and thunder, his roar was like a few flies buzzing.
The young man rushed over, almost touching the captain's ear, and shouted with all his strength: "I said, the airship is about to fall apart! It must land immediately!"
The captain roared back at the same volume: "Impossible! Now if we dare to land, that man will tear us all to pieces!"
"But..." The young man wanted to say something, but in the end he just cursed resentfully: "Crazy! They're all crazy!"
He left the cockpit without making another request to land. It seems that the fear of "that person" is far above wind and thunderstorms.
The airship is like a solitary boat on the stormy sea, struggling to move forward in the turbulent waves, it may be smashed to pieces at any time.
In the inner cabin, two rows of warriors sat upright against the bulkhead. These warriors are astonishingly strong, all above level six or seven, but everyone's complexion is very ugly. In such a violent turbulence, only by relying on the safety belt to firmly bind yourself in the seat, can you not accidentally fall out. It is a small matter to hit something in the cabin, but it is not difficult to fall directly from the cabin door or even the porthole. Not without precedent.
The interior cabin is quite spacious, and there are actually three people who can move freely inside. A group of warriors looked at the three of them with awe. They are well aware of how terrifying it is for a person who can move freely and can also carry out combat training in this environment where sudden ups, downs, left, and right translations can reach hundreds of meters.
Near the edge of the hatch, stood a young and heroic man, the star on his shoulder was particularly eye-catching. As the youngest general of the Angel with Broken Wings, White Dragon Armor is always the focus of attention no matter where he is. But now, no matter how you look at it, he is no different from a passerby.
The protagonists are two women, one large and one small, in the middle of the cabin.
That woman who always wears plain ancient clothes, that woman who looks ordinary at first glance but will be hurt by her sharpness after a long time, is the white bump that can make the sharp and arrogant white dragon armor obedient like a kitten.
Opposite Bai Bump is a young girl, her big eyes are always shining with innocent light, and her childish face can already be glimpsed with a stunning beauty. She looked only twelve or thirteen years old, holding a short knife in her hand, and was constantly attacking around the white bump.
The airship was still bumping violently, and the little girl staggered and staggered, but no matter how she stumbled, she would not fall, and every time she turned around, she would grab every crack and send a deadly attack to Bai Bump. She was like the most cunning and vicious snake, no matter how badly she was beaten, if she bit her carelessly, she would be fatal.
Bai Longjia, who was watching from the side, rubbed his face, he really didn't want to admit the cool feeling from his palm. This was not because of the discomfort caused by too many bumps in the airship, but because seeing this little girl training made Bai Longjia feel cold involuntarily.
He had already discovered that if he had ended up by himself, if he had been a little careless or hesitant, he would have been scratched several times. No matter how unfavorable adversity this little guy is in, he always has the thrilling power to fight back.
The little girl only ignited five force nodes, which can't be said to be very talented. This result was obtained after Bai Outu gave her a lot of potions. However, sometimes the level and the strength of the original force are not everything. You can only see how strong her fighting instinct is by looking at the six or seven level fighters around her who can only tie themselves firmly to the airship.
Moreover, this girl looks very young. Although Bai Longjia knew that her real age was older than her appearance, the measured bone age was only about fifteen years old. At the age of fifteen, even if she started training from the day she was born, she still couldn't reach her current level.
It seems that there are indeed geniuses in the world. Even Bai Longjia, who is recognized as the leader of the next generation of the White Clan, couldn't help but think so.
This little girl is an innate combat genius, no matter the judgment of the battle situation or the intuition of danger, she seems to be born knowing it, and there is no way to imitate it. Thinking of this, Bai Longjia even felt a little jealous. It's a pity that the evil genius on the one hand is mostly deficient on the other. Her talent in force cultivation is only mediocre, and even if she spends a lot of potions, it is almost impossible to advance to the rank of warrior.
The little girl's force was limited, and fighting in such an extremely harsh environment was extremely exhausting, and she almost collapsed after a while.
Bai Aotu patted her stabbing knife away, and said, "Okay, today's training is here. You go to rest and recover."
The little girl bowed earnestly to Bai Bump, then ran to a corner of the cabin, took out dry food and ate. When she eats, she seems to be very focused, as if she is tasting the best food in the world. But in fact, what she has in her hands is only military rations made from meat, vegetables, and food crops, and it is definitely not good in terms of taste or taste.
Bai Bump stood leaning against the bulkhead, closed his eyes slightly, and began to rest his mind. Bai Longjia walked up to her, glanced at the little girl, and said softly: "Sister, don't you think that we may not be able to keep the empty photos."
Without raising his eyelids, Bai Bump said flatly, "Kongzhao is a double-edged sword. If you use it well, it will be very powerful. If you use it poorly, you will cut yourself. What, you don't have confidence in yourself?"
Bai Longjia smiled wryly, and said, "Kongzhao is simply a monster. If it weren't for her mediocre talent in force cultivation, I really don't have much confidence."
"Don't forget, Kongzhao's surname is Bai now. After putting her into the battlefield this time, this name will gradually become known. No matter what achievements she has made, she will always be surnamed Bai."
"But... do you really think that the Bai family's surname can have any binding force?" Bai Longjia hesitated for a while, and finally asked: "Sister, how sure are you that you can suppress her in the future?"
Bai Bump was silent for a rare moment before saying, "Half."
The airship was still struggling forward, jumping up and down, like a frog avoiding a shower by a pond. It miraculously didn't crash and faded away in the thunder and storm.
Heiliu City was still peaceful, and the turmoil caused by the Wu Zhengnan incident had completely disappeared, and even the dark race that had been active outside the city was much less. However, in the eyes of interested people, this is not a good sign. Only when a war is about to break out and Heiliu City is within the scope of the war zone, will there be a phenomenon that the dark race gathers its forces.
The upper and lower floors of the city thus become two distinct parts. Everyone at the upper level was nervous, everyone who could walk had left, and the rest who were bound by affairs and unable to move were busy and busy. On the other hand, the people at the bottom ushered in a rare moment of relaxation and indulged in pleasure. Their requirements were not high, and a little low-quality alcohol was enough for them to spend two or three days.
As the head of a new mercenary regiment, Qianye could barely be considered a person of status in Heiliu City today. It has to be said that Wei Potian does have the acumen that matches his status as a child of an aristocratic family. He has always been flamboyant and did not make his relationship with Qianye known to everyone, which also saved Qianye from taking over Wu Zhengnan's old department. resentment and dark guns.
Therefore, Qianye, as the head of hundreds of mercenaries, is only a third-rate figure in a city with many influences. Such a small person, except for the same small person, no one will follow him.
Wei Bainian went to the barracks, and the rebuilt Seventh Division is still stationed at the Sishui base in Yunfan City. There used to be two regiments stationed in Heiliu City all year round, but Wu Zhengnan was the first to bear the brunt of the 7th Division's rebellion when Wu Zhengnan died. Now these two regiments are only empty, with less than 300 people left.
In the entire Heiliu City, conscription notices are everywhere, and more than ten conscription points have been set up in various directions of the city. As long as you enlist in the army, you will immediately get a silver coin. In this way, Wei Bainian intends to recruit fighters to the maximum. However, the people obtained in this way are naturally useless, and their combat power is not even as good as Qianye's newly built mercenary group.
Qianye stood next to a conscription point near the south gate, and had been looking at it for quite a while. He is still dressed like an ordinary hunter, carrying a big field bag.
Qianye originally planned to go out of the city today to see the situation in the nearby wilderness, but unexpectedly, as soon as he left the hospital in the morning, he felt as if someone was staring at him. This strange feeling of being watched made Qianye alert first, was he being targeted so quickly? Is it the natives of Heiliu City, or the remnants of Wu Zhengnan
Immediately Qianye crossed out these two conjectures in his mind.