At this time, all the commercial firms had no reservations, and a large amount of gold coins flowed into Nanqing. Whether it is the workshop, or the army and the turret, they are all built up at a jaw-dropping speed. The value of floating warships is very clear to every superior. There is no shortage of buyers for this kind of thing, as long as one comes out, one will be sold.
The heads of big families and big business firms from all over the East China Sea rushed to Nanqingcheng, hoping to grab an order for one or two floating warships. As long as the battleship is in hand, the price is not important anymore. Just like listening to Chaocheng, if the Xue family got a floating warship, the second and third ranked families would try their best to get one, otherwise they would be suppressed and beaten by the Xue family, and there would be no day to raise their heads.
Song Zining had already released the news that in the future, what will be built in Nanqing City will be genuine floating battleships, absolutely military grade, only slightly inferior to the most cutting-edge warships of the empire. Compared with those outdated second-hand warships in the neutral land, they are not at the same level at all. This is only for the big powers to own second-hand warships. Most ordinary families and small powers can only afford armed floating ships converted from cargo ships.
Compared with real military warships, armed floating ships are like a child who hasn't grown up, no matter the speed, protection or firepower are not at the same level.
In the eyes of those truly big shots, this is also the hope that the neutral land will truly become a neutral land. Without a strong fleet, there is no real security. As strong as the Blood Throne or Zhang Buzhou, compared with those big figures in the Eternal Night Empire, it is also short of a worthy ship. As a result, they can only dominate in neutral lands, and in the depths of the void far away from the mainland, it is difficult for them to compete with the Grand Duke and Prince who owns a ship.
Therefore, in Song Zining, what they saw was the hope of the future ship. This is also the reason why Nan Qingcheng builds ships with such great fanfare, but the masters behind the scenes do nothing.
As for the small forces that wanted to take a bite of this piece of fat, they were either intimidated by Nan Qingcheng's growing military strength, or they were disabled by Qianye, and they were now unable to move.
During this period of time, Qianye had nothing to do but focus on cultivating the original force of dawn. According to the current progress, there will be another two or three months to advance to another level. This kind of cultivation speed is already astonishing in the empire. But Qianye knew it well, because he had the magical skill of plundering vitality, and the Song clan ancient scroll and the book of black complemented it. Once the war started, blood energy would no longer be suppressed, and breaking through to the promotion rank was just around the corner. It's just that Liming Yuanli couldn't find a method that can be done quickly, so he could only practice step by step and slowly practice bit by bit.
The Hall of Valor returned to Northland, where it underwent modifications. After the battle with Lin Jiaer, the Hall of Valor is no longer a secret, and the only thing that can give her another surprise is the progress of the modification. According to Song Zining, Lin Jiaer would never have imagined that her main cannon could be installed on the Hall of Valor and could be used. In fleet battles, with just one carelessness, this main gun can sink a capital ship.
In many battles in the past, the gain or loss of a capital ship at the beginning of the battle often directly determines the final battle.
After the addition of this main gun to the Hall of Valor, it can be said to be even more powerful. Shen Lu has a long range and great power, while the Hall of Valor is extremely strong, taking advantage of long-range artillery battles. And for melee combat, the Hall of Valor is even closer to invincibility, and Lin Jiaer's ship is the best example.
During this period of time, Ningyuan Heavy Industry's two successive fleets arrived in Hokuriku, sending a large number of skilled craftsmen and key materials. So far, Song Zining has already moved half of Ningyuan Heavy Industry to a neutral place, and almost all the core and reliable personnel have been sent to Beilu. It can be said that the entire net worth is bet here.
Among the busy crowd, Qingyue was obviously worried. She convened several secret meetings with the clansmen one after another, and shortly thereafter, another group of Gaohu people came to Beilu. Now Hokuriku is still a secret existence, and the coming Gaohu people have to go through a series of ceremonies such as oath before they can be accepted. And once you're here, you can't leave. Despite this, Qingyue insisted on bringing in more clansmen.
On the Northland, the Terrans from Ningyuan Heavy Industry have far surpassed the Gaohu people, and they have mastered the advanced technology from the empire, overwhelming the Gaohu people in various fields. Although the Gaohu people are natural craftsmen and warriors, they are a wandering tribe after all, and their technological accumulation cannot be compared with the Millennium Empire.
Qingyue's meeting was also reflected in another aspect: there was an additional mercenary group composed of Gaohu people in Nanqingcheng, who secretly joined the dark fire and was dispatched by Song Zining.
The days of prosperity and tranquility continued day by day, but those who were entitled to know something gradually became anxious. In their eyes, the calm surface is undercurrents, and the longer the tranquility, the more dangerous it is.
The Crimson Hall of the Blood Throne, no matter in the neutral land or the Eternal Night Empire, belongs to a legendary name. This is the first home that the young blood race established in the neutral land. The two simple stone houses back then have now turned into a majestic and majestic palace, just like that blood clan with humble origins has grown into one of the masters of the neutral land.
At this moment, in the center of the hall, there are three figures crawling. They are actually very tall, but in this giant hall that is nearly 100 meters high, they appear to be as small as ants.
At this moment, one of the young women shook and suddenly fell to the ground. The other person hurried over to check, but the leader was still lying on the ground, motionless, like a rock.
After the man who was treating her was busy for a while, he suddenly burst into tears. Obviously, the fate of the young woman was irretrievable. With grief and indignation, he stood up abruptly, about to rush to the end of the hall. There is no one at the end of the hall, only a high throne, the dazzling scarlet is showing its identity: this is the Throne of Blood.
The young man only took a few steps before he had to stop. His ankle was firmly grasped by the leader. It was an old man with a vicissitudes of life but a firm expression. The skin on his hands was as dry as rotten wood, but he still had irresistible strength. Even if the young man struggled desperately, he couldn't break free from his five fingers.
The young man was startled and angry, and shouted: "You, you still have so much strength, why don't you want to help her!"
The old man's voice was low and hoarse, "This is her fate, and it has been doomed to this fate since the day she joined us."
"Fuck your fate! If fate is really like this, then I will never accept it, never!"
The old man didn't raise his head, but there was a kind of compassion in his voice, "This will be your fate, as well as mine. We have to accept it, there is no other way."
The young man's voice rose an octave: "No! You are all liars! There is no inevitable fate, no! They killed her, and I will avenge her!"
The old man sighed and said slowly: "It's useless. In the face of fate, no struggle can change the final result. Haven't you seen it?"
The young man suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his foot, and looked down, only to realize that the old man had let go of his hand at some point. The crimson ground seemed to come alive, turning into streaks of thick blood, tightly wrapped around his ankles like growing vines, and pierced deeply. The young man was shocked and wanted to break free, but it was too late. Vitality and strength gushed out of the wound like a tide. He became more and more powerless, and fell to the ground, immediately covered in blood.
The blood cocoon squirmed for a moment, then calmed down, turning into the cold ground again. This pair of young men and women seemed to have never appeared before.
At this time, a man in black came out from the side door at the end of the hall, came to the old man, and said, "Go back, no matter how strong you are, you won't be able to last long here. There were seven of you when you came, and now only you are left." Myself. Even if you die here, the master will not see you."
"Why, is our sacrifice not enough?"
"No, your portion is not enough."
The old man was silent for a long time, then sighed heavily, and said slowly: "We bear a heavy fate, how can we have enough weight? The growth of each of us must be carefully hidden, and we may die at any time. Moreover, we have no resources, not enough to survive. Everyone who is here today, they have grown up on the bones of other brothers and sisters."
The man in black said calmly: "Master is not interested in your story. If you don't leave, you won't be able to leave either."
The old man remained motionless and said, "Maybe we don't have enough strength, but you and I have a common enemy."
The man in black sneered, "That's true, but you are not yet qualified to fight alongside the master."
The old man sighed again, and said, "We didn't expect to be comrades-in-arms with Your Highness, but just brought a piece of news and a suggestion. I hope that through our sacrifice, the suggestion can be accepted by His Highness."
The black-robed man was slightly moved, and said, "Tell me, everything that happens here cannot escape the master's perception. If your suggestion is really useful, the master will consider it."
The old man said: "We have received news that the major races of Eternal Night have formed a joint fleet and are sailing to the neutral land. Their goal is the passage leading to the maelstrom."
The man in black robe remained calm and asked, "Then what is your suggestion?"
"Your Highness should join forces with Zhang Buzhou to stop the Eternal Night Fleet with all their strength, and never allow them to occupy the passage of the maelstrom."
There was a clear chill in the voice of the man in black, "You just said, let the master and Zhang Buzhou join hands, join forces?"
"That's right, only in this way can we stop Yong Ye. A little sacrifice and effort are worth it."
Before the black-robed man could speak, a clear and pure crystal-like voice suddenly sounded in the hall: "Let me and Zhang Buzhou join hands, you really can figure it out. So, what's the reason?"
The old man was so excited that he couldn't control himself, "Is it Your Highness?"
"What's the reason?" The voice seemed a little impatient.
The old man hurriedly said: "Our Great Prophet has seen a terrible future. If Yong Ye occupies the passage, the sky will be filled with endless blood and fire, and countless lives will perish."
The voice just grunted.
The old man shouted: "Your Highness, the great prophet saw this prophecy at the cost of his life. We also sacrificed our lives just to prove it!"
"Since you crawlers like to sacrifice so much, then I will fulfill you."
A wave of blood suddenly gushed out from the crimson ground, drowning the old man.