In the depths of the void, a gorgeous warship of the blood race jumped out without a sound, and flew towards the floating land looming in the distance.
In front of the porthole, stood a slender man tightly wrapped in a gorgeous black robe, as if afraid of the cold. Around him, there are more than ten blood clansmen, each with extraordinary appearance. Their collars were all decorated with a gold-encrusted rose entwined with a snake, which was the symbol of the first clan Paz and also the symbol of the Queen of the Night.
One of them was as tall as an iron tower, and his body shape was completely different from that of ordinary vampires. He took a step forward and said, "Holy Son, the floating land will arrive soon. But, do we really want to disobey the order of the protest?"
The man in front of the porthole turned around slowly, revealing an extremely pale face, with blood burning deep in his hollow eyes. Looking at the outline of his face, he vaguely resembled Edward, the Holy Son of the Blood Race, but compared to before, he had lost so much weight that he was almost like a skeleton, and he was still trembling uncontrollably.
Although he was so weak that he would fall down if he was blown by the wind, when Edward turned around, there was bloody lightning flashing in the void, and many blood races retreated subconsciously, only a few of the strongest were barely able to stand still .
"Don't worry about those old guys, they've lived too long and have become too timid." Edward's voice also became hoarse and unpleasant.
The brawny man said: "But you are still in the punishment period, and you can't show your full strength."
Edward smiled hoarsely, and said, "Zhao Jundu's cultivation base was originally weaker than mine, but in my current state, it is barely comparable. If we don't even have the courage to fight a fair fight with the weak human race, what kind of saints are we? I What kind of saint is he?"
The vampires are famous for their aloofness and nobleness in Yong Ye. After hearing this, many strong vampires present were so excited that their eyes were filled with blood, and they almost entered a state of boiling blood.
At this time, a blood race suddenly let out a sigh, pointed out the porthole, and lost his voice: "Then, what is that!?"
In the direction of his finger, a slender battleship like a willow leaf is quietly sailing. Its lines are extremely beautiful, and there is no decoration on its body. Be mistaken for the fact that the battleship is not moving at all.
The ghostly warship blinks occasionally, changing direction with each blink, moving a short distance forward. In the void, what the eye sees as a small distance is actually quite far away. That's all for nothing, the key is that the strange way of traveling of this battleship immediately reminded all the blood races of a legend that was sealed in the corner of memory.
"Could it be... that ship?" A blood viscount's voice was trembling.
But no one laughed at him, even the son Edward was a little short of breath.
After a moment of unspeakable silence, an earl broke the silence and said slowly: "There is one warship that sails like this, and there is only one warship that sails like this. And the owner of this boat has never changed."
Edward finally spoke, and there was a hint of bitterness in his voice: "That's right, that witch from Masefield."
"It's not a legend, has she been sleeping deeply in the void?"
"Don't forget, another legend is that when she wakes up, it means she has broken through the barrier of the devil."
As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden silence in the cabin, and everyone seemed to be dumb.
Those who can stand here are the true core of the blood clan, who know many secrets that are not known to outsiders, and also know what the bottleneck of the final level of the demons, Tianguan, means.
At this time, they are all lingering in the same thought. Could it be that after a thousand years of blankness, the demons will finally produce a new king? Even if the majesty is still in the distant future, it is enough to overturn the structure of the Eternal Night Council.
What's more, with all the incredible legends of the witch in the past, it is not impossible to add a seat to the top of the council after many years. This possibility, no matter how small it is, is so small as to be indistinct, it is enough to shake the entire Eternal Night world.
Because this will bring about the most fundamental subversion of the grand structure of the Eternal Night Council that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.
According to the legend of the witch, no one doubted that she would wake up from a deep sleep, but no one thought that she would wake up so quickly!
It was less than ten years since she was rumored to enter the Void Sleep. Ten years, in the long life of the dark race, is but a short moment.
On the battleship of the ghost ship in the distance, an invisible gaze suddenly cast over. In an instant, all the blood races felt as if a wave of ice was rushing through their bodies, and the blood core seemed to be frozen for a while.
After all, Edward is the holy son of the blood race. At this moment, it suddenly exploded and turned into a deep purple blood mist, enveloping all the blood races and resisting the invisible ice tide. However, his blood energy fluctuated violently, and his color quickly dimmed. It was obviously consumed a lot, and he couldn't last long.
Fortunately, the ice tide came and went quickly, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye, leaving no trace, only the extremely pale faces and trembling bodies of the vampires recorded the traces of its existence.
Edward regained his human form and stood silently, his face extremely gloomy.
A Viscount was rather staunch, and raised his eyebrows and said angrily: "She attacked us for no reason, I can't bear it! Your Highness, let me take the battleship to fight her to the death! You go back first, and then come to avenge us after the punishment!"
All the blood races echoed loudly, all determined to die. The sudden attack just now made them all embarrassing. How could a member of Pas, the number one blood clan, endure such humiliation
The majesty of Lilith, the queen of the night, is by no means inferior to that of the demon.
But Edward didn't get angry, instead he stared out of the porthole in a daze. After a while, he sighed softly and said, "That wasn't an attack, she... just took a look."
"Looked" at it
All the strong blood clans are speechless, this is a level that they can't touch at all. Even the most ferocious people no longer mention the idea of fighting to the death.
Fighting to the death and dying are two different things. They didn't even qualify for the First World War.
When Edward saw it, he shook his head and said, "Her power is not as powerful as you think, but... Forget it, you don't even understand."
The strong blood clan who can stand here, no ordinary person, understands the meaning of Edward's words. The one in the distant ghost ship, the weaker the current power, the more terrifying.
The ghost ship is still flying in the void according to its own trajectory, pointing directly at the floating land.
The inside of the battleship is also a piece of chaos, thick black permeates everywhere, covering everything behind the black. These blacks are not hallucinations, but real existence, pure and close to the ultimate dark force.
The entire interior of the battleship is actually filled with dark force.
Inside the battleship, a voice with a little mechanical feeling suddenly sounded: "Miss, Edward, the son of the blood clan, is on your list. Have you gone to fight?"
In the deep darkness, a figure slowly emerged. She seemed to be condensed by the dark force, and all the details were blurred. However, just a few curves that outline the outline of the body are enough to make people thirsty.
She moved forward as if floating, slowly moved to the porthole, and said indifferently: "Edward was punished by burning blood, it is not worth wasting time for him. That is where I should go."
What she pointed at was the distant void floating land.
The mechanical yet inexplicably gentle voice sounded again: "What's there?"
"The future king of the human race. Even if the human race is just bragging, it's worth visiting, isn't it? Human race is not a race that likes to brag." She was silent for a while, and then said: "Besides, I can feel that my destiny The real enemy is right there."
"It's amazing, are you talking about the future king of the human race?"
"Maybe, maybe... no."
This was the first time after waking up from a long sleep, she was not sure about something related to herself.
The ghost ship kept flickering, heading all the way to the floating land.
In the Great Hall of the Eternal Night Council, almost all the members on duty were present, and those who could not come also appeared with projections. Today's meeting is extremely important, and there is only one topic, the sixth heavenly king may appear in the human race.
Dozens of the top figures in the Eternal Night World were discussing openly at this moment, but there were countless tyrannical consciousnesses constantly communicating in the dark, and force storms were set off in the entire hall. It's no wonder they lost their composure, it was because the series of recent events were too shocking.
The last time the human race had such a glorious scene, the Great Qin Empire was born. And if there is another truly amazing and talented person among the six heavenly kings, even if there is one less heavenly king, it will be the pattern of Martial Ancestor ZTE. It is by no means impossible for such a thing to happen. Although the strongest person in the name of the human race, the King of Fingers is getting old, and there is no possibility of advancement. However, Zhang Boqian's rise is too fast and too domineering. If no one can stop him and let him succeed, he will be another Martial Ancestor.
As for Zhao Jundu, even if he was promoted to another three or five levels, he still hadn't reached the level of being able to enter the eyes of these real giants of the Evernight World, but all the way, his performance was too perfect. When it should be quiet, it should be quiet, when it should be moving, it should be moving, and it is even more aggressive at the critical point of the situation, turning the tide of the battle in one fell swoop. It seems that it is possible to shake the foundation of the future, but if you don't dare to fight at this moment, and you still nourish the pure force, what is the use of this force
What Zhao Jundu showed was the real perfection, even his heart was so perfect.
Such a person is not well evaluated. A group of Yongye giants quarreled and found that they couldn't tell what Zhao Jundu's future would be. He might be barely able to become a heavenly king, or he might be even better than Zhang Boqian, or he might not even be able to become a heavenly king.
Every statement has its merits and support, so no conclusions can be drawn. Gradually, a voice gradually became dominant, that is, a strong man of at least the Duke level should be dispatched to kill Zhao Jundu forcefully and nip the danger in the bud. Most of those who supported this plan believed that Zhao Jundu's future achievements would not be inferior to Zhang Boqian's.
However, there were also fierce opposition. The empire is vast, the population is as large as a sea of sand, and geniuses emerge in endlessly, and there are a bunch of them every year. How can a genius kill it
When the fight was getting intense, someone suddenly said coldly: "Could it be that you think that Lin Xitang will definitely not be the king of heaven?"
As soon as this remark came out, everyone was silent.