Squatting down like this.
Two days have passed, and there are more and more people on the entire sea area, and there are fewer and fewer places. The turbulent currents shrouded in Kegui Ruins are still churning out flames, without any change at all.
The musicians had fought several times for various reasons. During the most chaotic moments, almost everyone in the entire sea area had to be on guard against the knives being stabbed at them.
But the fighting tends to be limited to the periphery.
At the core level, where all the fleets of various countries are located, everything is calm. It's not that no one has thought about diverting trouble to the east and fishing in troubled waters. It's just that under the watchful eyes of countless masters and scepters, the signs are often snuffed out as soon as they appear.
Some people tried to coerce public opinion and force the fleets of various countries to give up their positions, but in the end they were simply bombarded into dregs before the main guns. Or retreat in front of the bright stakes.
In the end, the situation stabilized.
The numerous elite navies and scepter masters from various countries occupy the inner layer and the sky. The middle layer is occupied by various schools of thought that have arrived, while the scattered musicians who are a mixed bag of fish and dragons are excluded from the periphery...
Of course, Ye Qingxuan didn't care about these matters at all, and left them all to Selvin who arrived later. Anyway, what he is best at doing is to hand over the shopkeeper.
Of all the things he learned from Old Man Stone, this was the most useful. Competent subordinates will take care of everything, and as a boss who enjoys leisure, it is enough to be responsible for this.
Compared to the low-key Ye Qingxuan, Nirvana's Mabel stole the show. This musician, who looked like a little girl, taught many musicians the power of Nirvana's fire in just two days.
As a divine fantasy beast, the phoenix that comes back to life from death itself involves the top proposition of the school of summoning and chanting. The fire of nirvana can be turned into a life-saving medicine that can extend your life, or it can also become an immortal bird that will never die. vicious tricks.
The master or the scepter may have various methods to deal with it, but if the realm is not enough, nothing can be used.
As the royal hands alongside the Knights of the Round Table, when the Royal Musicians came on this trip, Mabel also received the Kingdom's blessing from the Queen herself.
If she takes action with all her strength, under the Golden Chapter of Sure Victory, perhaps one-third of the musicians in the entire sea area can be slaughtered by her alone.
Ye Qingxuan would be relieved to have her in charge of the royal fleet.
It's just that for some reason, he has been inexplicably agitated in his heart for the past two days, but he can't tell what's wrong.
If he were an ordinary person, he might laugh off his premonition, but Ye Qingxuan himself was a master of the revelation school. He started with the interpretation method. Although his path was wild, his attainments were solid.
Premonitions are an important part of any inspired musician. Although the Enlightenment Musician is not good at fighting, he is dedicated to observing events and the Great Source. The more profound the attainment, the more acute the perception. If you are an advanced dream divination person, you may dream about scenes that may happen in the future even if you sleep.
"Generally, there are several possibilities for this kind of thing to happen."
After discussing for a while, the old ghosts of the tribunal gave the answer: "The most common thing is that you forgot something key. But this kind of thing can be big or small. It is also possible that you forgot to turn off the faucet when you went out... "
Ye Qingxuan was helpless: "What about the next one?"
"Someone wants to plot against you, so you will be alert." An old ghost said: "But your own attainments in the School of Revelation are not low, so you should be able to sense inexplicable hostility. However, generally if someone wants to target you , they will ask the master of revelation to confuse the relevant information, and all you can see is probably a fog. Think about it carefully, have you provoked any enemies recently?"
Ye Qingxuan thought about it carefully and found that... he seemed to have quite a lot of enemies.
There is no way, since he started on the road of being a musician, he has been making enemies all the time. There are countless people in the world who want to kill him. There are many people in the Black Musician, other countries, the Holy City... and even in Anglia who regard him as a thorn in their side.
A person's rise must make way for more people, not to mention that once Ye Qingxuan's Ethernet appears, it can be said that he will instantly become the enemy of the whole world.
Ye Qingxuan thought for a while and hammered his palm:
"It must be that old immortal Raymond!"
Hearing what he said, the group of "old people" in the court suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
"uncertain."
The old man who was caught by his boss's map coughed twice: "Raymon has been severely warned by the Ministry of Sacraments. I shouldn't dare to make any plans for you again in the short term, but you are always right to take precautions."
"Are there any other possibilities?" Ye Qingxuan asked.
"If there is anything else..."
The old men looked at each other and replied: "You may be involved in something big, or something is going to happen to you."
"All right."
Ye Qingxuan sighed: "I may have forgotten something, or someone may want to mess with me, or I may be involved in some big event... Even if there are all three of these, what should I do?"
The old men were silent.
This is the most embarrassing thing about the school of revelation.
Sometimes, feeling that the future is not necessarily a good thing is not necessarily a good thing. Whatever should happen will still happen, and you will still die when you deserve it. At most, you can die with some understanding...
"never mind."
Ye Qingxuan sighed: "Anyway, it's better to be prepared, right? Let Stone and Watson speed up. In this damn world, anything can happen. How about the expansion of Witch Hammer?"
"Everything went well, but..." The old men were helpless: "The production of knight armor itself is a complicated process, especially training knights takes a long time. The more dangerous the weapon, the higher the quality requirements for the user. We have tried to simplify the process as much as possible, but it will take at least two years to reach the scale of 10,000 people you mentioned."
"What's the current quantity?"
"Sixteen hundred people."
After the old men finished speaking, they immediately vomited blood when they saw the regret on Ye Qingxuan's face. These 1,600 people alone were an unprecedented large scale for the Inquisition!
In the past, the wealth that the great judges of the past dynasties had scraped together amounted to only eight or nine hundred people.
Not only the manufacturing of armor, the training and conditioning of knights are even more expensive than the cost of armor.
When Ye Qingxuan took over the Inquisition, there were only 400 people in the Witch Hammer. Now with the industrial base of Angelou and the technology of the Chainsaw Monks, they can spend money to burn it to the extent they are today. Thank God, you are still there Not satisfied? !
"Where is the purification musician?" Ye Qingxuan asked again.
"Six hundred."
The old men no longer had any expectations for Ye Qingxuan's reaction.
"Oh, a little less."
Ye Qingxuan waved his hand: "You should all work harder. Young people are working so hard now. I've doubled your medical expenses. At least you should use the remaining heat before you die."
“…”
The old men could only roll their eyes. When they met a boss who treated his subordinates like animals, he had committed eight generations of sins.
Just when Ye Qingxuan cut off the communication and was about to contact the Privy Council for the latest news, he heard the noise and shouts outside.
"Your Excellency, there are changes in Guixu!" Mabel's voice rang in her ears.
Ye Qingxuan rushed onto the deck and looked down, only to see the chaotic musicians below.
The suffocating silver glow gradually dimmed and became much thinner at some point, and the chaotic ether fluctuations began to gradually converge and collapse inward.
In the core of that sea area, the faint outline of the island has been faintly revealed, but it cannot be seen clearly.
Guixu is about to complete its gestation and emerge completely.
But before that, waves of fog arose in the surrounding distant sea.
Faint shadows emerged from it one by one, causing confusion and exclamations from the musicians.
Ye Qingxuan looked intently, and could only see a vague figure on the sea in the distance, slowly walking towards the sea.
It was a translucent phantom, a scene projected from nowhere under the refraction of the ether.
Like a traveler after a long journey home.
The tired figure staggered forward on the stagnant sea surface. The long sword in his hand supported his body, which was already full of cracks. The cloak fluttered in the wind as if it had been burned by flames, scattering sparks and burning ashes.
The old gray hair hangs down from both sides of the face, and on the blurred face is a black iron crown.
Wearing armor that seemed to come from hundreds of years ago, his iron boots stepped on the waves as if he were walking on flat ground.
When they glimpsed the vague wheel-shaped emblem on the breastplate, many musicians had already guessed his identity...
It was hundreds of years ago, at the end of the Dark Ages, one of the many kings who ushered in the Golden Age of mankind, and the original master who founded the Kingdom of Burgundy.
—King of the Sun!
"North! There are also those in the north!"
The musicians exclaimed in astonishment and turned back to look at the northern sea. Behind the Asgardian fleet, a figure quietly appeared, wearing a white robe, a laurel wreath on his head, and holding a heavy scepter. , towards Guixu.
That was the former lord of the Caucasus Kingdom, and the uncrowned king who created the prototype of a city-state union in the vast wasteland.
—Sage of the Iron Moon!
This time no one needed to remind anyone, everyone looked south again...
A burly figure like a giant walked out of the mist, holding a head and a giant sword. The broken armor was stained with blood, and the silver frost crown shone brightly.
The guardian of Gladysheim, the frost giant, and the first emperor of Asgard.
—Lord of the Golden Palace!
As these figures appeared, more and more faint shadows emerged from the fog.
Every figure is a famous hero at the end of the Dark Ages. In addition to the first-generation saints, there are also people with obvious demon blood walking among them...
It was as if the past had reappeared, those phantoms of nothingness passed through all the obstacles, marched straight towards Guixu, stepped into the vague island, passed through the chaotic city, and climbed the mountain...
Finally, he stopped in front of the ancient stone cauldron and lowered his noble head, as if worshiping the only master in the world.
The souls of the original kings came from the sea to see the sacred cauldron.