'Guardian Holy Spirit' is the name given to those ancient creatures by the senior officials of Daxia.
According to the information we have now, it can be found that they are different from the mutant creatures that have evolved back to the ancestors, and their existence is more like the gods in myths and legends.
In addition to its own more powerful strength, each guardian holy spirit has its own function.
In layman's terms, each guardian holy spirit holds its own authority.
Of course, 'authority' is a relatively abstract concept. The so-called authority is just the obsession in their hearts, thinking that the value of their existence is for a certain goal.
"Can you confirm?"
Hearing this news, the old man in Tang suit had the most violent reaction, standing up tremblingly with a cane.
Seeing this, Xiao Sun hurriedly took the document and came over to help him and comforted him: "Old Yang, relax, unless the Forgotten Hanchuan, Hanchuan Ice Crystal, Ice Essence, and Iron Ore are all swindles carefully fabricated by Shao Zifeng, otherwise there can be no fakes, because He should know that this lie will soon be exposed."
"Besides, there is also Professor Chen. If there is no evidence, she will not report it."
Hearing Xiao Sun's words, the others nodded in agreement.
Besides, Shao Zifeng has no motive for cheating.
Qin Zhenbei urged in a rough voice: "Secretary Sun, don't be a jerk, tell us what the 'Guardian Holy Spirit' is. I hear you talk about that boss all day, pity us 'young people' who don't I've seen it."
little sun
It should be Secretary Sun smiling slightly, there is thunder and lightning wandering in the fog.
The dragon's head protruded from the cloud and mist. The dragon whiskers and mane on its head were pulled by thin black threads, and it raised its head to make a roar.
"This is the rendering according to Shao Zifeng's description. According to him, this ice dragon calls himself the old dragon, and also calls him the 'Donghuang ethnic group'."
"That's right. That's right, it's the Donghuang ethnic group, and our Xia people are of the Donghuang ethnic group." Old Yang couldn't stop shaking with his cane, his orange-peeled face flushed with excitement.
Secretary Sun looked at Old Yang in horror, for fear that he would be too excited to pull over, so he stopped explaining and patted his back lightly.
Looking at the rendering of the guardian of the Holy Spirit on the big screen, more than a dozen generals exchanged glances and whispered.
"This guardian holy spirit is different from what you imagined."
"Just feel it, it's a little unremarkable."
"The key is that it doesn't even have dragon horns. It doesn't look as powerful as General Tianwen's Jinchi Jiaolong."
Listening to the whispers of the generals, Secretary Sun showed a faint smile on his face. He pressed the remote control, and the renderings in the picture were partially enlarged.
He pointed at the black spot on the screen with the laser on the remote control, and said to everyone with a smile, "This is Shao Zifeng."
"Sigh~"
There was a sound of inhalation in the conference room.
The ice dragon without the little black dots is really not very good, and besides, it is still bound by a chain, which seems to be pulling its hips even more.
But with the contrast, that powerful sense of oppression came immediately.
How do you say that.
'More is beautiful, big is strong. '
Although it looks bald, it is big.
what.
wrong.
Baldness is the proof of the strong.
Everyone looked at the bald ice dragon with respect in their eyes.
The discussion in the conference room slowly ceased, and Xiao Sun continued: "In addition to these evidences, this suspected guardian Holy Spirit said 'Lord Wa' after seeing the contract between Shao Zifeng and his pet beast."
"Emperor Wa. Wa Ling?"
someone muttered.
Wa Ling, this is the existence that only the top leaders of Da Xia know about. At the beginning of the recovery, Da Xia can quickly restore order, and the existence of Wa Ling is indispensable.
And the spirit word in the guardian spirit is largely because it calls itself Wa Ling.
"That's right, all kinds of clues can be matched." Yang Lao murmured to himself: "It's just that the bondage on this Holy Spirit would be great if Lord Wa Ling woke up from a deep sleep, so we can ask."
"Forbidden." The old man in Zhongshan suit glanced at him and said dissatisfiedly: "Wa Ling said that my strength in Daxia is still very weak, and some things cannot be arbitrarily discussed."
Yang Lao opened his mouth and sat down decadently.
More than 20 years ago, they met the sleeping Wa Ling in person. At that time, the world had not changed, and they only thought that they had discovered aliens.
Later, the world changed drastically, and they gradually believed everything Wa Ling said.
Old Yang yearned for the power of the Donghuang Clan depicted by Wa Ling. Since then, restoring the glory of his ancestors was his belief and what he wanted to see most.
It's a pity that he is getting old, but Da Xia doesn't even have the strength to know some truths. This gap in his heart makes him a little anxious.
The twelve generals looked at each other in dismay. As a new generation, they knew very little about some secrets, but they could see that several old people were very afraid of certain things.
In terms of national strength, Daxia is already the undisputed number one in the world, but they are afraid of something.
Their hearts sank.
Boom!
The hammer sounded, and the old man in the Zhongshan suit said solemnly, "General Li Tianwen, General Lu Annan, you take the Jinchi Jiaolong and the Nine-Colored Immortal Deer for a trip to the Drift Ice Sea. The exact coordinates will be told to you by Xiao Sun."
"The main purpose of this trip is to communicate with the Holy Spirit and ask how to unlock the restriction. Don't act rashly until you are not sure."
"As for the investigation of Forgotten Hanchuan, I will leave it to General Li Tianwen's 'Dragon Royal Army'."
"Yes."
Li Tianwen and Lu Annan stood up and saluted.
The next moment, at the top of the pillar behind them, two pairs of dimly lit eyes slowly opened.
After several days of sailing, the Xuelong left the drift ice waters and entered the Ross Sea.
This is one of the southernmost sea areas that human ships can reach, and it is also the traditional route for scientific expedition teams from various countries to Antarctica. Unlike the drift-ice seas, which are covered by dark clouds all year round, the climate of the Ross Sea is extreme in summer and winter.
In winter, the sun does not rise in the Ross Sea, air temperatures drop to -40°C, and winds can reach up to 200km/h.
The ocean around Antarctica froze into a solid block of ice several meters thick, effectively doubling the size of the continent and covering much of the Ross Sea.
But in summer, the sun in the Ross Sea never sets, and the temperature climbs above freezing, breaking the huge ice cap. Even the surface water temperature will rise to 0°C, and the air temperature will be even higher.
It was summer in Antarctica, and the Xuelong was moored in the Ross Sea. The calm waves swept through, and the peaceful scene was reassuring.
The rare sunshine delighted the crew, who covered the entire foredeck with quilts.
It's just that they don't know that the next period of polar day may make them feel that sunlight is not so precious.
Shao Zifeng left the room with the help of the deer, lying on the fence of the front deck enjoying the sea breeze and sunlight.
He looked at the blue sea from time to time and muttered to himself, "Why haven't you come back."
Today, I am qualified to ask for a ticket, okay~(^з^)-☆
(End of this chapter)