Monarch of Evernight: Enter an old friend
bsp;Night is the eternal theme of the Realm of Eternal Night.
Endless night and shadow shroud this vast and barren continent, leaving only short gaps for sunlight.
In those deep gazes looking at several or even the entire continent, Eternal Night is like a shadow at the edge of the field of vision, not worthy of much attention at all. In this corner of the deep darkness, the mere replacement of division commanders of the Expeditionary Force was not worth even appearing as a number in the newspaper. As for the establishment of a small mercenary group, no one would even mention it.
And on this land hidden in the shadows, a huge and deep darkness is slowly moving, trying to cross the deep and shallow gray areas and erode all light.
When a storm is coming, the sky is dark even during the day.
At the edge of the Realm of Eternal Night, an airship was flying close to the dense clouds. Gusts of strong wind hit from time to time, causing it to sway and sometimes even suddenly move dozens of meters away. In the strong wind, the steel frame of the aerostat was creaking, and there were even obvious distortions in some places, as if it might break at any time.
This is not the weather that an aerostat should have at all. The strong wind is not the biggest enemy. The bottomless black clouds above are constantly jumping with lightning, which is the most dangerous existence. If a sky lightning strikes down, this interstellar-class aerospace craft that can travel between two continents will burn and fall to the earth.
In the cockpit, the burly captain was controlling the ship himself, his head covered in sweat, staring straight ahead. But through the porthole, all that could be seen was the dark clouds and the dancing lightning. The sound of the whistling wind is like the cry of a giant beast, filling people's ears.
Two more Force lamps lit up at the top of the aerospace craft. The lights that could illuminate the entire school grounds on the ground were extremely dim now. They could only penetrate a few thunderclouds and reflect the electric light like a group of snakes dancing wildly. It was even more thrilling. Looking further ahead, it was still a **** raging with a storm.
The cockpit door was suddenly knocked open, and a pale young man rushed in, exclaiming: "We can't fly anymore, the power furnace has already exceeded its limit, and the support frame has begun to twist. Landing, Land quickly! If we keep flying, we will fall apart at any time!"
"What did you say?!" the captain yelled. But his roar was like a few flies buzzing amidst the sound of wind and thunder.
The young man rushed over, almost to the captain's ear, and shouted with all his strength: "I said, the airship is going to fall apart! It must land immediately!"
The captain shouted back at the same volume: "Impossible! If we dare to land now, that man will tear us all into pieces!"
"But..." The young man wanted to say something else, but in the end he just cursed angrily: "Crazy! They are all crazy!"
He left the cockpit and made no further requests to land. It seems that the fear of 'that person' is far greater than the wind, rain and thunderstorm.
The aerostat is like a lone boat on the stormy sea, struggling to move forward in the stormy waves, and may be shattered to pieces at any time.
In the inner cabin, two rows of warriors sat close to the bulkhead. The strength of these warriors was astonishing. They were all above level six or seven, but each of them looked very ugly. In such violent turbulence, you can only rely on the safety belt to tie yourself tightly in the seat to prevent you from accidentally falling out. Hitting something in the cabin is not a big deal, but falling directly from the cabin door or even the porthole is not. It's not that there is no precedent.
The inner cabin is quite spacious, and there are actually three people inside who can move freely. The warriors looked at the three men with awe in their eyes. They know very well how terrifying it is for a person who can not only move freely but also be able to carry out combat training in an environment that can suddenly rise and fall, and move left and right for hundreds of meters.
Near the edge of the cabin door, stood a young and heroic man, with the general star on his shoulder particularly eye-catching. As the youngest general of the Broken Wing Angel, White Dragon Armor attracts much attention no matter where he is. But now, no matter how you look at him, he is no different from a passerby.
The protagonists are two women, one large and one small, in the center of the cabin.
That woman who always wears plain old-fashioned clothes, that woman who looks ordinary at first but is hurt by her sharpness after a long look, is the white bump that can make the sharp and arrogant White Dragon Armor be as obedient as a kitten.
Opposite Bai Aotu is a girl, her big eyes always flashing with innocent light, and her childish face can already see her stunning beauty. She looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old. She was holding a short knife in her hand and was constantly attacking around the white bump.
The aerospace boat was still bumping violently, and the little girl was stumbling. However, no matter how she stumbled, she would not fall. She would seize every gap at the turning point and send fatal attacks to Bai Bubu. She was like the most cunning and vicious snake. No matter how badly she was beaten, one bite would be fatal if she was careless.
White Dragon Armor, who was watching from the side, rubbed his face, not wanting to admit the slight cold feeling on his palms. This was not due to the discomfort caused by too many bumps in the aerostat, but seeing this little girl training made Bai Longjia involuntarily feel cold in his heart.
He had long discovered that if he had been the one to end up, if he had been careless or hesitant, he would have been hit several times. No matter how unfavorable the situation is, this little guy always has the power to fight back thrillingly.
The little girl only ignited five force nodes, which cannot be said to be very talented. This result was achieved after Bai Aoyu gave her a lot of medicine. However, sometimes level and force strength are not everything. Just look at the six or seven level warriors around her who can only tightly tie themselves to the aerospace craft, and you will know how powerful her fighting instinct is.
Furthermore, this girl looks very young. Although Bai Longjia knows that she is actually older than she looks, the measured bone age is only about fifteen years old. At the age of fifteen, even if she started training from the day she was born, she still wouldn't be able to reach her current level.
It seems that there are indeed geniuses in the world. Even Bai Longjia, who is recognized as the leader of the next generation of the White Clan, can't help but think so.
This little girl is an innate fighting genius. Whether it is her judgment of the battle situation or her intuition of danger, she seems to know it from birth, and there is no way to imitate it. Thinking of this, Bai Longjia even felt a little jealous. It's a pity that the evil genius in one aspect is mostly lacking in another aspect. Her talent in Force cultivation is only mediocre. Even if she drinks a lot of potions, it is almost impossible to advance to the rank of warrior.
The little girl's strength was limited, and fighting in such an extremely harsh environment was extremely taxing, and she almost collapsed after a while.
Bai Aotu swatted away her stabbing knife and said, "Okay, that's it for today's training. You can rest and recover."
The little girl saluted Bai Aotu seriously, then ran to the corner of the cabin, took out the dry food and started eating. She looked extremely attentive when eating, as if she was tasting the best delicacies in the world. In fact, what she had in her hand was just military rations made from meat, vegetables, and grain crops. No matter the texture or taste, it was definitely not good.
Bai Aufu stood against the bulkhead, closed his eyes slightly, and began to rest. Bai Longjia walked up to her, glanced at the little girl, and said softly: "Sister, do you think we may not be able to accept Kong Zhao?"
Bai Aufu didn't even raise his eyelids, and said calmly: "Kongzhao is a double-edged sword. It is very powerful when used well, but it will cut yourself if used improperly. What, you have no confidence in yourself?"
White Dragon Armor smiled bitterly and said: "Kong Zhao is simply a monster. If it weren't for her mediocre talent in Force cultivation, I really wouldn't have much confidence."
"Don't forget, Kong Zhao's surname is Bai now. After she is put into the battlefield this time, this name will gradually become known. No matter what achievements she makes, her surname is Bai."
"But... do you really think that the Bai family's surname can have any binding force?" Bai Longjia said this, hesitated for a moment, and finally asked: "Sister, in the future, how sure are you that you can Suppress her?"
Bai Aufu was silent for a rare moment before saying: "Half."
The aerostat is still moving forward with difficulty, jumping up and down like a frog hiding from a sudden rain on the edge of a pond. Miraculously, it did not crash and faded away amid thunder and storm.
Heiliu City is still peaceful. There is no trace of the turmoil caused by the Wu Zhengnan incident. There are even fewer dark races that have been active outside the city. However, in the eyes of concerned people, this is not a good sign. Only when a war is about to break out and Blackstream City is within the war zone, will the dark races gather their forces.
The upper and lower levels of the city thus became two distinct parts. Everyone at the top was nervous, and everyone who could walk had left. The rest, who were bound by affairs and couldn't move, were busy and nervous. But the people at the bottom ushered in a rare moment of relaxation and indulgence. Their requirements were not high, and a little low-quality alcohol was enough for them to survive for two or three days.
As the leader of a newly-established mercenary group, Qianye can barely be regarded as a person of status in today's Blackstream City. It has to be said that Wei Potian does have a keenness that matches his status as a member of a noble family. He has always been flamboyant and did not make his relationship with Qianye known to everyone. This also saved Qianye from taking over Wu Zhengnan's old department. of resentment and hidden attacks.
Therefore, Qianye, as the leader of a mercenary group of hundreds of people, is only a third-rate figure in a city full of similar forces. For such a small person, no one except the same small people will pay attention to him.
Wei Bainian went to the military camp, and the rebuilt 7th Division was still stationed at the Sishui Base in Yunfan City. There were originally two regiments stationed in Heiliu City all year round, but Wu Zhengnan died and the 7th Division bore the brunt of the military rebellion. Now these two regiments are only empty frames, with less than 300 people left.
There are recruitment notices everywhere in Heiliu City, and more than ten recruitment points have been set up in various directions in the city. As long as you enlist in the army, you will immediately receive a silver coin. In this way, Wei Bainian planned to recruit as many warriors as possible. However, the people obtained in this way are naturally useless, and their combat power is not even as good as Qianye's newly built mercenary group.
Qianye stood next to a recruitment point near the south gate and had been watching it for a while. He was still dressed like an ordinary hunter, carrying a large field bag.
Qianye originally planned to go out of the city today to see the situation in the nearby wilderness. Unexpectedly, as soon as he left the hospital in the morning, he felt that someone seemed to be staring at him. This strange feeling of being watched made Qianye alert at first. Was he being targeted so quickly? Are they the natives of Heiliu City, or the remnants of Wu Zhengnan?
Qianye then crossed out these two conjectures in his mind.