But, could it be that those veterans, the captain of the Red Scorpion who detonated the bombs on his body one by one, and Colonel Wei Lishi who brought himself into the Red Scorpion, died in vain like this
No! They must not disappear without a sound like this!
Qianye gritted his teeth.
To avenge these red scorpions, there are only two ways. One is to ascend to the upper echelons of the empire, grasp greater power than the mastermind behind the scenes, and then uncover the truth to seek justice for the fallen Red Scorpion warriors. But Qianye has now become a blood slave, and he is precarious, and it is impossible for him to return to human society.
But there is another way! That is to find a way to survive, and find a way to have a strong force. When Qianye's strength reaches a certain level, he can include those black hands in the hunting list one by one!
Qianye hid all the important equipment, took a dagger on his body, put on a civilian coat, and walked out of the mountain, planning to find a human settlement, inquire about the surrounding situation, and see if he can get some outside news.
The preset return coordinates of the rescue capsule should be the headquarters of the Red Scorpion, but it may be affected when the mother ship is damaged, and the star map is damaged. Now I don’t know where it fell. I just look at the surrounding undeveloped original scenery. I really can’t tell the specifics here. position.
But one day later, Qianye came back here again. There were several gunshot wounds on his body, and there was a large scorched mark on his arm, which was the burn mark from being hit by a silver bullet, and yellow pus was still oozing out until now.
Qianye's face was completely dazed and gloomy.
When he went to the city to find out the news, as soon as he saw the crowd, he immediately smelled the sweet smell of blood that he had never seen before. The bloodthirsty hunger in the depths of his body broke out, and Qianye, who was unprepared, immediately revealed a thick blood.
This is the border of the empire, and there are often dark races, so the city defense army is also extra vigilant, and a patrol team passing by can immediately distinguish the blood race aura on Qianye's body.
In an instant, almost everyone he saw became Qianye's enemy.
When Qianye escaped from the crowd, he was already covered with scars. Although he finally escaped and returned to the mountain under the cover of night, Qianye knew that he couldn't stay here any longer.
This is indeed Red Scorpion's headquarters, the location of Huangquan Training Camp, Qin Lu, but it is definitely not good news for Qianye now.
Most of Qin Lu is under the control of the empire, and only a few areas on the edge are still in the hands of the dark race. As long as the identity of Qianye Blood Slave is exposed, people will not give him any chance to defend himself.
Think about it when Qianye was still in the red scorpion, when he saw the blood slave, his first reaction was to shoot him directly. Just as Captain Red Scorpion taught him, no one can afford the consequences of indulging lightly.
This is the hatred accumulated by the millennium war between the two races. There are only positions, not right and wrong.
Qianye slid down slowly with his back against a big tree, his mind blank. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his side, as if being licked by flames.
Qianye jumped up, a small thing fell out of his underwear, rolled to the ground, a flash of silver light flashed. It was a silver empty shell. He had long forgotten when he threw it into his pocket, and brought it to the present, and only reminded it of its existence when he touched Qianye's skin from the damaged clothes.
That little thing is actually quite rough, the industrially polished shell can still charge and charge, but the force array inside has many gaps, and can only achieve 50% energy compression efficiency. But it was such a silver bullet that brought Qianye burning pain when it touched his body, reminding him of his current situation in this way.
Qianye stepped on his military boots suddenly, turned his heel forcefully, nailed it deep into the ground, then kicked the surrounding soil, flattening the small pit, and soon nothing could be seen.
Qianye stood quietly for a while, and took a last look at the mountains and land here. He picked up his backpack, wrapped his cloak and pulled up his hood, and quietly left this mountain area.
At this time, a province in the middle continent of the empire had just bid farewell to the rainy weather that lasted for several days. The afternoon cloudy sky opened a gap, and the sun shone down.
The surface of the river is sparkling, and the wind and iron on the colonnade of the suspended platform near the water are clanging. Its shape is like Bi Fang, and its legs are like a crane. It is the last of the four great valves of the empire, the family emblem of the Gaoling Song family.
The buildings in this area are all wood and stone structures, high platforms, pavilions, cornices, and the glimmer of light reflected by the glazed tiles flows, as if they want to merge with the blue water. Everything is full of the nostalgia of the ancient times, which is very different from the architectural style of bluestone and metal in the main cities of the empire.
The retro style is prevalent in the upper echelon of the empire, and the huge resources they possess are sufficient to support the operation of these delicate and seemingly fragile facilities.
Inside the hanging terrace near the water is a large study room without too many furnishings, and a desk is placed under the long window. Song Zining sat upright, in front of him was a stack of documents that had been processed, and only the last irrelevant imperial post was left.
It was impossible to tell from Song Zining's calm and gentle expression that the visitor he was waiting for was already five minutes late. On his schedule, the time for each task is measured in fifteen minutes, retaining the habit of training and nourishing in Huangquan.
Song Zining looked at the post newspaper in front of him, and finally opened it a little bored. In the past, he would never waste time looking at something that almost everyone had.
A name jumped into view, Lin Qianye.
Song Zining paused for a few seconds, then turned back to the front page, and the paper made a soft clicking sound. In an inconspicuous corner, there was a text message that the mission of the Red Scorpion Legion had failed, and one-third of the Red Scorpion-level fighters had been lost. And on the inside page is the list of those killed in battle, among which Lin Qianye's name is impressively listed.
At this time, there was a knock on the door, and the servant outside announced the guest's name in a low voice.
Song Zijing quietly closed the post newspaper, put it on the pile of processed documents, then stood up, showing a flawless smile on the visiting lady.
In the headquarters of the Broken Wing Angel, Wei Potian was lying on the bed in the dormitory, sleeping soundly, and the intensive special training in the past seven days had tortured him enough. But the hard work is worthwhile. He successfully stood out from the rookies this year and obtained the qualification to play for the Broken Wing Angel in the military competition.
As for the second letter he sent before the closed training, it stayed quietly in the return box of the Red Scorpion headquarters. This letter, which had no addressee, would be sent out together with the next batch of official documents, after three rounds. Mainland China, and then sent back to the sender.
A day later, in a remote corner of Qin Lu, a group of imperial soldiers found the downed airship and the place where Qianye woke up.
The leading officer has sharp eyes, and his weather-beaten face is full of determination. He inspected the scene carefully, and said after an hour: "He still maintains his sanity. This is not a blood slave, but a new blood clan. But now he has lost his trace."
"It's no big deal for a new blood family, right?" Another officer said.
"That's right. Let's report this, and that's the end of our mission. That airship belongs to the military, and I don't want to get involved in the military's affairs."
Other officers also agreed. The Imperial Military Headquarters is an incomparably huge war behemoth, with many factions under it, and the relationship between them is intricate. The local garrison and the regular army are completely two systems. Many regular legions often like to recruit local garrison troops as cannon fodder when fighting. Therefore, the relationship between the two parties is not to say that fire and water are incompatible, but it is not much better.
A crashed lifeboat, an escaped newborn blood, placed in the vast ocean of the empire, not even a small bubble, no one bothered to spend time on this matter. So with Ruoyouwu's tacit understanding, this trivial matter disappeared in the huge bureaucratic system of the empire.
A few days later, a lonely figure appeared in the border area between the empire and the dark race. He looked ahead, and a small town appeared on the horizon in the distance. There was actually an old but quite huge airship parked beside the town.
This person was Qianye, and he judged at first glance that this airship was an interstellar airship that could shuttle between continents.
It seems right, here it is.
The town is not marked on the map, nor is there anything about it in any of the official sources of the Empire. But it is real. This is the gray area, the junction of eternal night and dawn.
In this small town, the dark race and the human race can co-exist, provided they have money and enough power to protect themselves.
Qianye strode towards the small town, but a huge fat man blocked his way at the gate of the town.
"Little guy, what are you doing here?"
Qianye glanced at Fatty. This fat man who guards the goal actually has a third-level level!
Qianye's heart trembled, he reassessed the place, and said, "I'm here to find Hui Yu."
"Grey Feather? That's our leader! What do you want from him?" The fat man became a little more serious.
"I need a ticket."
"Where are you going?"
"Eternal Night Continent."
"Aha!" the fat man yelled, and said, "Those who want to go there are lunatics! Didn't you commit some serious crime? Well, you don't have to answer my question, I'm just curious. Gray Boss Yu said that you should be more polite to those who want to go to the Eternal Night Continent. However, is there really someone who is willing to spend such an expensive boat ticket to smuggle to that hellish place?"
While chattering, the fat man moved his huge body and walked towards the town. Qianye followed behind him and silently entered the town.
Half a day later, the huge and old airship took off with difficulty, and it took a whole day to leave the land mass and enter the void. Qianye sat by the porthole, looking through the cloudy glass at the receding imperial continent. A few days later, a new continent appeared in the porthole.
That was the Eternal Night Continent, the place where Qianye grew up.
In Yongye, this abandoned land, all the creatures living there are creatures that have been completely forgotten by fate.
Qianye chose it as his shelter, and he will continue to fight against fate here, maybe he can suppress the erosion of the blood of darkness, and maybe be swallowed by the blood of darkness in the end. Regardless of the ending, the Eternal Night Continent will be the stage for the curtain to end.
Eternal Night Continent is indeed a hellish place, but now only there can accommodate a blood slave who retains his sanity.
The world below the airship is still a gloomy darkness without the light of the sky. Just like Qianye's mood at this time, he could no longer choose the dawn, but he didn't want to fall into the eternal night. He could only perch and crawl in the gray between the eternal night and the dawn, waiting for the judgment of fate.
Volume Two