Monarch of Evernight: One Thirty-Seven Sacrifice

bsp;At this time, all the trading houses had no reservations, and a large amount of gold coins gathered into a torrent, rolling into Nanqing. Whether it is workshops, armies and turrets, they are all being built at a staggering speed. The value of floating battleships is extremely clear to every superior person. 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 large commercial banks from all over the East China Sea rushed to Nan Qingcheng, hoping to grab an order for one or two floating warships. As long as the battleship is obtained, the price is no longer important. Just like in Tingchao City, if the Xue family gets a floating battleship, the second and third ranked families will try their best to get one, otherwise they will be suppressed and beaten by the Xue family, and they will never be able to raise their heads again.

Song Zining has already released the news that what will be built in Nan Qingcheng in the future will be genuine floating warships, with absolute military grade, only slightly inferior to the most cutting-edge warships in the empire. Compared with those outdated second-hand battleships in the neutral land, they are not at the same level at all. Only big forces can own second-hand warships. Most ordinary families and small forces can only afford armed aerospace ships converted from cargo ships.

Compared with real military battleships, armed aerostats are like immature children. They are not on the same level in terms of speed, protection or firepower.

In the eyes of the real 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 protection. It is not as powerful as Blood Throne or Zhang Buzhou, but it is still short of a worthy ship compared with those big figures in the Eternal Night Empire. This resulted in them being able to only dominate in a neutral place. In the depths of the void far away from the mainland, it was difficult for them to compete with the Grand Duke and Prince who owned a ship.

So in Song Zining, what they saw was the hope of future ships. This is also the reason why Nan Qingcheng is building a ship with such great fanfare, but the masterminds behind the scenes have done nothing.

As for the small forces that want to take a bite of this piece of fat, they are either frightened by Nan Qingcheng's increasingly powerful military power, or are disabled by Qianye, and are now unable to move.

During this period of time, Qianye was focused on cultivating the force of dawn. According to the current progress, in another two to three months, we can advance to the next level. This speed of cultivation is astonishing in the empire. But Qianye himself knows that because of the magical skill of Vitality Plunder, and the Song Scrolls and the Black Book to complement it, once the war begins, the blood will no longer be suppressed, and a breakthrough to the next level is just around the corner. It's just that the Dawn Force can't find a quick method, so it can only practice step by step and slowly practice it bit by bit.

The Hall of Heroes returned to Hokuriku and underwent modifications there. After the battle with Lin Jiaer, the Hall of Heroes is no longer a secret. The only thing that can give her another surprise is the progress of the modification. According to Song Zining, Lin Jiaer never expected that her main gun could be installed on the Hall of Heroes and be usable. In a fleet battle, this main gun can sink a capital ship with just one careless move.

In many past battle cases, the success or failure of a battleship at the beginning of the battle often directly determines the final battle situation.

After installing this main gun, the Hall of Valor becomes even more powerful. Shen Lu has a long range and great power, while the Hall of Heroes is extremely solid, taking advantage of long-range artillery battles. When it comes to close combat, the Hall of Heroes is even closer to invincibility. Lin Jiaer's ship is the best example.

During this period, two consecutive waves of Ningyuan Heavy Industry fleets arrived in Beilu, each delivering a large number of skilled craftsmen and key supplies. So far, Song Zining has moved half of Ningyuan Heavy Industry to a neutral place, and almost all core and reliable personnel have been sent to Beiliu. It can be said that his entire fortune is staked here.

Among the busy people, Qingyue was obviously a little worried. She convened several secret meetings among her tribe members, and soon after, another group of Gaohu people came to Hokuriku. Nowadays, Hokuriku is still a secret existence, and the arriving Gaohu people have to go through a series of ceremonies such as taking oaths before they can be accepted. And once you're here, you can't leave. Despite this, Qingyue still insisted on bringing in more tribesmen.

On the North Continent, the humans from Ningyuan Heavy Industry have far surpassed the Gaohu people, and they have mastered advanced technology from the empire and overwhelmed the Gaohu people in all 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 that of the Thousand-Year Empire.

Qingyue's meeting was also reflected in another aspect: there was a mercenary group composed purely of Gaohu people in Nanqing City, secretly joining the Dark Fire and being at Song Zining's disposal.

The prosperous and peaceful days continue day by day, but those who are qualified to know something gradually become anxious. In their eyes, there are turbulent undercurrents under the calm surface. The longer the tranquility lasts, the more dangerous it becomes.

The Crimson Hall of the Blood Throne has a legendary name in both the Neutral Land and the Eternal Night Empire. This is the first home that the young Vampire built in a neutral land. The two simple stone houses back then have now turned into a majestic and majestic palace, just like the humble vampire has grown into one of the masters of the Neutral Land.

At this moment, three figures are crawling in the center of the hall. They are actually very tall, but in this huge palace that is nearly a hundred meters high, they appear as small as ants.

At this moment, one of the young women staggered and suddenly fell to the ground. Another person hurriedly came 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. It was obvious that the fate of the young woman was irreversible. Filled with grief and anger, he stood up suddenly and wanted to rush to the end of the hall. There was no one at the end of the hall, only a throne high above. The dazzling scarlet color showed its identity: this was 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 determined expression. The skin on his hands was as dry as rotten wood, but it still had irresistible power. Even if the young man struggled desperately, he could not break free from his fingers.

The young man was shocked and angry, and shouted: "You, you obviously still have so much power, why don't you help her!"

The old man's voice was low and hoarse, "This is her fate. From the day she joined us, she has been destined to this fate."

"Fuck your fate! If this is your fate, then I will never accept it, never!"

The old man did not raise his head, but there was a kind of compassion in his voice, "This will be your fate and mine. We have no other choice but to accept it."

The young man's voice rose an octave: "No! You are all liars! There is no inevitable fate at all, no! They killed her, and I want to 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 yet?"

The young man suddenly felt a twinge of pain in his feet. When he looked down, he realized that the old man had let go of his hand at some point. The crimson ground seemed to come alive, turning into thick blood that wrapped tightly around his ankles like growing vines and penetrated deeply. The young man was startled and wanted to break away, but it was too late. Vitality and strength surged out of the wound like a tide. He became increasingly weak and fell to the ground, immediately covered in blood.

The blood cocoon squirmed for a moment, then calmed down and turned into the cold ground again. It was as if the young man and woman had never appeared.

At this time, a man in black robe walked out of 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 here for long. There were seven of you when you came, and now there are only You are left alone. Even if you die here, the master will not see you."

"Why, our sacrifice is not enough?"

"No, your portion is not enough."

The old man was silent for a long time, then sighed heavily and said slowly: "We are burdened with a heavy destiny, how can we have enough weight? The growth of each of us must be carefully hidden, and it will happen at any time. They may die young. Moreover, we don’t have enough resources to survive. The growth of everyone here today is based on the bones of other brothers and sisters.”

The man in black robe said calmly: "The master is not interested in your story. If you don't leave, you won't be able to leave either."

The old man remained lying on the ground and said: "Maybe we don't have enough strength, but you and I have a common enemy."

The man in black robe sneered, "That's true, but you are not qualified to fight side by side with the master."

The old man sighed again and said: "We do not expect to be comrades-in-arms with His Highness, we just bring a message and a suggestion. We hope that through our sacrifice, the suggestion can be adopted by His Highness."

The man in black robe was slightly moved and said: "Just tell me, everything that happens here cannot escape the master's perception. If your suggestions are really useful, the master will consider it."

The old man said: "We have received news that the major races in Yongye have formed a joint fleet and are sailing to the neutral land. Their goal is the passage to the maelstrom."

The man in black robe remained calm and asked: "What about the suggestions?"

"Your Highness should join forces with Zhang Buzhou to stop the Yongye Fleet and never let them occupy the passage of the maelstrom."

There was an obvious chill in the voice of the man in black robe, "Did you just say that the master and Zhang Buzhou should join forces and join forces?"

"Yes, only in this way can Yong Ye be stopped. A small sacrifice and effort are all worth it."

Before the man in black robe could speak, a clear and pure crystal-like voice suddenly sounded in the hall: "You can really imagine that I and Zhang Buzhou should join forces. So, what's the reason?"

The old man was so excited that he couldn't help himself, "Is it your highness?"

"What's the reason?" The voice already seemed a little impatient.

The old man hurriedly said: "Our great prophet has seen a terrible future. If Eternal Night is allowed to occupy the passage, the sky will be filled with endless blood and fire, and countless lives will perish."

The voice just snorted.

The old man shouted: "Your Highness, the great prophet paid the price with his life to see this prophecy. We also paid our lives, just to prove it!"

"Since you crawlers like to sacrifice so much, then I will grant it to you."

A wave of blood suddenly surged out from the crimson ground, drowning the old man.