Beyond the floating land, above the void, it is not a smooth emptiness. The strongest fleets of Eternal Night and the Empire are almost gathered here, and fierce battles happen every day.
However, precisely because of the equal strength, regardless of Yong Ye or the Empire, the fleet commanders carefully assembled their forces, and even the outer surveillance and reconnaissance ships were high-speed and fragile miniature boats, so they would not feel sad even if they lost them. They were all afraid that they would disperse their forces and be eaten by the opponent.
Because of this, breaking through the void unexpectedly went smoothly. When the Imperial Fleet got the news, it was too late to send a fleet to intercept, so they ordered several scout boats that were originally in this airspace to intercept nearby.
After a short and fierce battle, after two scout boats were shot down one after another, the remaining airships finally retreated, watching the silver airship raise three original sails and go away in the void.
Looking back, Qianye could vaguely see the floating land through the wreckage that was still spitting out flames.
Counting it, he has not been in the floating land for a long time, but he has already participated in the entire battle of national destiny, even the pre-battle. That was where he fought, where blood was shed, where his brothers, sisters, and friends were there, as well as his enemies, both open and secret.
Now, all of this is going away and will soon become a memory.
To this day, Qianye still has a question in his heart, or rather, a sigh: "If the empire is so big, why can't it accommodate me?"
But everything is in the past, no matter how much you think about it. Qianye walked into the cabin, kept the speed and heading of the airship, carried Yetong into the lounge, and put him on the bed.
"It may hurt for a while, bear with it."
Yetong lay on the bed, looking very comfortable, and said, "It's okay. Just do what you want."
Qianye caressed the long nail and asked, "What is the function of this nail?"
"It seems to rely on the alchemy inside to burn blood... ah!" Ye Tong whispered, and when he was distracted from thinking, the spike on his shoulder had been pulled out by Qianye like lightning.
Qianye looked at the spike and carefully put it aside. Yetong's wound was scorched black, and the flesh and blood had long been scorched. There was no bleeding after the spike was pulled out, but there was no sign of flesh and blood growth and fusion.
Qianye felt a pain in his heart, but on the surface it seemed nothing had happened. With Yetong's ancestral bloodline, even if his regenerative ability was not as good as Qianye's, the difference would not be too much. But now the wound shows no signs of regeneration, indicating that she has been tortured to the point of being extremely weak.
Yetong snorted again, and the spike on the other shoulder was also pulled out.
In contrast, the spikes on her wrists and ankles were more difficult to deal with. Qianye lifted her calf, stroked her ankles, and carefully sensed the internal conditions. While checking, he asked, "Apart from these few alchemy silver nails, what other discomfort do you have?"
Yetong thought for a while and said, "There is nothing but the Chaos Mill."
Hearing the words Chaos Mill, Qianye's heart tightened slightly, and he pretended to be nonchalant and asked, "What effect does it have?"
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts a lot. Several times, I couldn't take it anymore and wanted to kill myself. But these few nails were nailed to my body, and I couldn't use the power in the blood core, so I couldn't die. As for Other things, let me think about it, I seem to have forgotten a lot of things..."
While Yetong was concentrating on recalling, Qianye's hand was like lightning, and pulled out the two spikes on his ankle. When attacking this time, Qianye used a little force to make the spike vibrate at a high speed, shattering a thin layer of flesh and blood attached to the spike, and then pulled it out smoothly.
Yetong frowned, obviously in pain. But maybe it was the painful stimulation that gave her a clear mind for a moment, and said: "A lot of things should be unimportant. However, I don't remember everything that happened a hundred days ago. Moreover, my memory is also becoming blurred now." , it seems... I can only remember things within a hundred days."
"Only a hundred days?"
Yetong sat up, wrapped his hands around Qianye's neck, looked at him seriously, and said, "There are only a hundred days. It seems that I can only leave so many memories now. However, I will not forget you .”
Qianye gently hugged her into his arms and said, "I won't let you forget me either."
Yetong suddenly smiled and asked, "How are you going to make me not forget?"
"It's very simple, I chase you again every day. Even if you only have one day's memory, you won't forget me."
There was silence in the cabin, except for a few crisp sounds when the spikes on Yetong's wrist collided.
A moment later, the hatch knocked. Apart from Qianye Yetong, Zhu Ji is the only one on this boat.
"Come in." Before Qianye could finish his sentence, there was a bang, the cabin door seemed to be kicked by a giant beast, it was torn off the wall, and smashed towards Qianye.
Qianye stretched out his hand, and the huge force from the door made his arm tremble slightly. This time, the outer armor of the floating battleship can be smashed into a hole.
Outside the door, Zhu Ji stood there with her mouth wide open, with a shocked expression on her face. She held a metal box in her hands and had a small red mark on her forehead.
Qianye turned the deformed hatch in his hand to look at it, and sure enough there was a hole in the door, which was exactly the size of little Zhuji's head.
Qianye suddenly had a feeling that he didn't know what to say. Such a hatch made of high-strength alloy, which also has the function of fireproof and explosion-proof to isolate foreign enemies, was smashed headlong by the little Zhu Ji. There is a small red mark on the forehead. It was this small red mark that was still fading rapidly, and disappeared completely in the blink of an eye.
Thinking of her smashing away the punch of the god general, even though it was a punch that cut off most of its power, Qianye suddenly felt a little headache.
He just didn't know how to deal with Zhu Ji back then, so he dumped her to Song Zining very unjustly. At that time, Zhu Ji had the nature of a nerubian, and when she was born, she would regard the first creature she saw that was not hostile and powerful enough as her mother. Leveraging her nature, Qianye successfully turned Song Zining into the mother of little Zhu Ji. But unexpectedly, the world reincarnated, and when he fled the empire, Song Zining threw Zhu Ji back again.
"Zhu Ji, what's wrong with you?"
Zhu Ji looked at the ruined gate, her small face visibly flinched, and she whispered, "I, I broke something again."
Qianye didn't know whether to laugh or cry, beckoned her in, and asked, "What are you holding?"
Little Zhuji glanced at Yetong, held the box to Qianye, and said, "I think a pretty sister needs this."
Qianye opened the box and found a row of high-quality blood crystals inside. For Yetong, who was extremely weak at the moment, it was indeed more effective than any tonic.
Qianye's heart moved, and he asked, "Where did you find it?"
"It's in the boat. The smell is obvious. I can smell it as soon as I smell it. There are two boxes over there. I'll go get them."
After finishing speaking, little Zhuji ran out without waiting for Qianye's answer. Afterwards, the airship vibrated violently, and the roaring sound changed from near to far. It was obvious that the little guy was either destroying the door or tearing down the wall. Fortunately, she didn't open another passage when she came back, otherwise Qianye really didn't know if the airship could hold on.
Little Zhu Ji was holding one box with both hands, and was biting the other in her mouth. The alloy box was as soft as freshly baked bread in her mouth, leaving two rows of deep tooth marks.
Qianye took the box, pointed to the corner, and said to Zhu Ji, "Stand there, unable to move or make a sound, you understand?"
Little Zhuji nodded obediently and stood in the corner.
"What are you doing?" Yetong was very dissatisfied.
"Lie down honestly!" Qianye patted Yetong on the head, pushing her down, then picked up his wrist, held the spike, and slowly mobilized the original force.
The long nails at the wrist are the most troublesome, because they have been inserted for too long, and some of them have been glued to the wrist bone.
The original force of Qianye Liming was released and then retracted. The two long nails were stimulated by the original force, and the surface of the nails split, revealing the nail core made of refined silver again. In an instant, there was a hissing sound on Yetong's wrist, and two wisps of green smoke came out. At the moment when the sticky flesh and flesh were scorched, Qianye pulled out the two spikes like lightning.
Yetong snorted softly, his face turned pale, and his smile seemed weak. As the restraints were removed from her whole body, she was so tired that she couldn't keep her eyes open.
Qianye put her on the bed and put two blood crystals in her hand for her to slowly absorb while she was asleep.
As soon as Yetong lay down, she fell into a deep sleep. She was injured too badly, and sleeping was the best way for the blood race to heal her injuries. Qianye pulled the quilt over Yetong, then waved to Zhu Ji and led her to the control room.
As soon as he entered the control room, Qianye raised his vigilance, for fear that this little guy would smash something again, and then it would be too late to cry. But Zhu Ji was surprisingly well-behaved, she seemed like a different person in the control room.
Qianye sat down opposite Zhu Ji and asked, "Why did you open the door like that?"
Little Zhuji seemed a little dazed, "Mom never taught me that!"
Qianye felt his eyes go dark, this little guy really can't open the door! He calmed down and asked again: "Then what did mother teach you?"
"A lot, a lot, I am very tired from studying, and I never rest!" Little Zhu Ji began to recall with a bitter face.
The more Qianye listened, the more Song Zining arranged a full course for Zhu Ji, from the use, repair and maintenance of the force gun, to the structure and control of the battleship, and the use of various weapons on the ship. Between courses, various fighting skills are interspersed. Other than that, little Zhuji's life is all about eating and sleeping, which is the life a young spider demon should have.
A nerubian of noble blood and born domineering, all it needs to do when it is a child is to sleep when it is full, and eat when it wakes up. As they grow, they will naturally become stronger. So in the spider demon's eyes, Zhu Ji's infancy was undoubtedly very miserable, and she actually had to learn so many things!
However, Qianye kept slandering Song Zining in secret. This guy had completely trained little Zhu Ji to be a fighting machine. She is very proficient in everything related to the war, and it is as if one year has completed the journey of Qianye's years. But other than that, she didn't know anything about anything else, not even opening doors. In her little head, the door was as fragile as the wall, so there was no need to make a detour and go through the door.
After asking a few more questions, Qianye unexpectedly discovered that little Zhu Ji could even fly airships, not only civilian airships, but also military warships. So he couldn't help but slander Song Zining again.