The sheriff alone is in charge of one end, while Qianye and Cyclops are in charge of the other. The three of them exhaled, and with all their strength, they lifted the one-ton gate and pushed it towards the tower.
Although the one-eyed man has not activated the original force node, he has been practicing, and he is not far from activating the first original force node. And his talent is strength enhancement. Qianye, on the other hand, steadily displayed the strength of a first-level soldier, neither too much nor too little.
A seventeen-year-old first-level soldier is at most enviable, but a seventeen-year-old second-level soldier is different. How could a person who is qualified to join the Imperial Special Forces open a small bar in such a barren place
At eight o'clock in the morning, all three were exhausted. However, the restoration of the city gate was only half finished, and to assemble the power boiler, which was half broken, one had to order parts from big cities.
New parts can take as little as a week to arrive. For all his worries, the bald sheriff could only live another week of fear.
At this time, the sky in the upper continent had already dawned. But in the dark season of the Eternal Night Continent, the trajectories of several upper continents happened to meet over the Eternal Night Continent, and they blocked the sunlight.
During a day, the sky on the Evernight Continent is only bright from ten o'clock in the morning to three o'clock in the afternoon, and the rest of the time is dark.
In the night sky, the crimson full moon still hangs there. According to the legend of Eternal Night Continent, as long as the scarlet moon appears, disaster will happen. When the blood moon hangs in the sky, the power of the dark race will increase, and the wild wild beasts will become more violent and ferocious.
Seeing the blood moon in the sky, Qianye suddenly felt blood swell all over his body, and his perception became extremely sharp, especially his sense of smell was improved a thousand times. He could smell almost everyone in town. The scorching smell of blood almost drove him crazy!
Qianye bid farewell to the sheriff and quickly returned to the bar, closed the door tightly, then fell headlong to the ground, howling wildly like a wild beast, rolling all over the ground.
The hunger for blood is an almost unbearable torment, a feeling of pain and emptiness more intense than the blissful bouts of drug addiction. If it wasn't for Qianye's willpower comparable to that of the Red Scorpion King when he was practicing the Bingjue, he would have been conquered by bloodthirsty hunger and become a true blood slave.
Qianye lay down on the icy ground, biting a towel in his mouth, to prevent himself from screaming. He grabbed the steel bars welded into the wall with one hand, and smashed the ground with the other hand!
Pass! Pass! Pass!
A muffled sound came from the bar, and the whole Manshushahua trembled slightly with the sound. At this time, there were no customers in the bar, and the sound echoed through the empty lobby.
Several scavengers happened to pass by the bar. When they heard the strange dull sound, their faces changed drastically, and they changed their routes one after another, away from Manshushahua, just like a certain demon descendant was locked up in this bar.
An hour passed before Qianye struggled to get up. He staggered to the closet, took out a blood bag from it, carefully squeezed a few drops of blood into his mouth, then immediately sealed the blood bag and put it back in its original place with great will.
After a few drops of blood entered the mouth, Qianye immediately sweated profusely, leaning against the wall and panting continuously.
Now he had to drink a few drops of blood to calm the bloodthirsty instinct in his body. However, in the beginning, Qianye could survive the bloodthirsty hunger without relying on anything. But since three months ago, he needs to lick a drop of blood to suppress his hunger and thirst. Up to now, Qianye needs close to a spoonful of blood to deceive his body and calm his hunger and thirst.
Animal blood has gradually lost its effectiveness, while the allure of human blood has multiplied. Following this trend, Qianye estimates that he can persist for another year at most. Although his stubbornness these days has been called a miracle, the road ahead is still dark without a ray of light.
Qianye's eyes fell on the cabinet again, this time what he looked at was not the blood bag, but the saber pressed under the blood bag. It was Red Scorpion's standard multi-purpose saber, and the silver plating on it was already damaged. Qianye put it here so that one day when he couldn't suppress his bloodthirsty instinct, he could use it to end his own life.
Next to the blood bag was the black silk bag.
Qianye laughed at himself, he now has at least one more option to commit suicide. The magic-breaking mithril bullet will have a certain kill effect on vampires with titles, let alone his half-blood slave. As long as Qianye swallowed a magic-breaking mithril bullet, all internal organs in his body would be burned into coke. However, no scars can be seen on the outside.
At least he can die more beautifully, Qianye thought.
This was another change that took place in him after being polluted by the blood of darkness, and he began to instinctively like beautiful things.
But just like he didn't commit suicide immediately, as long as the last moment is not reached, Qianye will never give up.
He went to the power house behind the bar and added a few more shovels of black stone to the big metal guy half the size of a bar. This allows the steam oven to burn for a full day, not only providing the necessary power for the bar, but also maintaining the temperature of the kiln. The wine brewed by Qianye needs to be fermented at a room temperature of 60 degrees for ten days to have the best taste.
There is a public Blackstone steam tower in the town, but it cannot support such a luxurious expense. Manshushahua and a few families in the town have their own independent power plant.
At ten o'clock in the morning, just as it was dawn, the door of the bar was pushed open, and a big man covered in tattoos walked in.
When he saw Qianye, he walked up, patted Qianye's shoulder enthusiastically, and said, "Brother, there's another gamble! Mr. Zhao asked me to come to you. The journey is a bit far this time, so we have to start early. Mr. Rules, I'll look after the store for you, you just go there!"
Qianye nodded, took a bottle of spirits from the wine cabinet, stuffed it into the brawny man's arms, and said, "Old rules, this is yours."
The big man grinned and punched Qianye heavily on the chest.
A while later, Qianye came to a tall industrial plant in the northeast corner of the town. After the Dawn War, it used to be a large-scale machinery parts manufacturing factory, and it is said that it also produced military products. However, as the upper class citizens of the empire moved to the middle and upper continents with a better living environment, the factory was also abandoned.
Now, the factory building has become a place occupied by Mr. Zhao and his subordinates.
Mr. Zhao is very young, less than thirty years old. He was very handsome, and had a neatness and grace that the natives of the wastelands lacked. It is said that he is the illegitimate son of a big family in the empire, and for some reason he was exiled to the Eternal Night Continent. The townspeople call him Mr. Zhao, but no one knows his real name.
In the empire, Zhao is a special surname. The Zhao family is a distinguished family that has been passed down for thousands of years. The ancestors of the Zhao family once participated in the Dawn War and were one of the seven founding marshals when the empire was founded. Today, the Zhao family's power has not diminished but increased, and they rank alongside Zhang, Bai, and Song as the four great clans of the empire, ranking only below Zhang clan.
So the rumors are not credible. Even if this Mr. Zhao had a little connection with a branch of the Zhao family, he would not be reduced to the point where he came to a run-down town in the Eternal Night Continent to collect protection money to live.
Mr. Zhao does have some strength, as a first-class soldier, it is more than enough to suppress the dozen or so gangsters under him. However, his ambition does not seem to be limited to Lighthouse Town. Recently, he often has contacts with the forces in the surrounding towns.
Where there are contacts, there are disputes. This method of resolving disputes by gambling is very popular among various forces, and it is a relatively mild one. After all, once the two forces formally go to war, they will inevitably suffer heavy losses. Needless to say, the losing side will perish naturally, but if the winning side pays too much, it will sooner or later be swallowed by other forces.
Seeing Qianye's arrival, Mr. Zhao immediately burst into a smile, put his arms around Qianye's shoulders, and said affectionately: "It's finally time for you! Brother, we are going to make a big bet this time, you must not lose! If you win the fight, I will pay you to let Min'er stay with you for three nights. If you think she is not enough, you can choose any woman beside me except Ah Yun!"
"Or virtual fighting?" Qianye asked.
"Of course! You are the king of the ring!"
"Okay, I don't want women anymore. For this reward, I still want those medicines."
"No problem! But the next caravan will arrive in Heiliu City in ten days. It may take half a month for you to get those medicines. If you win this time, I will buy double copies for you!"
"One bottle is enough."
Mr. Zhao patted Qianye on the shoulder, laughed, and said, "I will never change my promise, Mr. Zhao. Double! It's settled! This gambling battle is very important to me, as long as you Just win it."
At this time, the heavy roar of the engine came from outside, and two off-road trucks stopped outside the factory building. Mr. Zhao pulled Qianye and two other men with murderous looks and stern faces into a car, while the other twenty thugs squeezed into another car.
These are two steam-driven old-fashioned trucks. Because they are durable and easy to repair, they are more popular on the Evernight Continent than the original locomotives that can simulate power. Its only disadvantage is that it is slow, and the noise and smell are not at all tolerated by the upper class.
The two trucks bumped at a speed of 30 kilometers for a full four hours, and it was a small miracle that they didn't break down. At this time, the outline of a large city appeared in front of him. This is not a small place like Lighthouse Town with only a few thousand people, but Heiliu City with a population of over 100,000.
Looking from a distance, the ten-meter-high city wall of Heiliu City is much more magnificent than that of Dengta Town, and the metal skeleton is hideously displayed in the exposed bluestone. Every few hundred meters on the city wall, there will be a cannon and two bed crossbows.
When dealing with dark races and some huge monsters, these old-fashioned bed crossbows are much more powerful than cannons, so they are quite popular in the Evernight Continent. The mechanical device driven by steam and pulled by the gear hinge also makes it easier to reset and reload the bed crossbow, greatly improving the practicability.
In Heiliu City, there are also several huge chimneys with a height of 100 meters, constantly spewing out clouds of black smoke. They are the core energy facilities of the city, the Perpetual Tower.
The most eye-catching nature is the lighthouse with perennial flames. This is not a small thing like Lighthouse Town, which is only 20 meters long. It is a huge monster with a height of 150 meters. In addition to serving as coordinates with a radius of thousands of miles, it also prevents the airships traveling to and from Heiliu City from entering the energy zone by mistake. Bumped headlong into those chimneys.
Compared with Lighthouse Town, Heiliu City is a monster armed to the teeth.
Panting heavily, the two trucks drove into Heiliu City. Mr. Zhao is indeed well-known in the surrounding areas, and he doesn't even have to pay the entrance fee.