Monarch of Evernight: Waiting for my arrival in 196
bsp;In the depths of the void, a gorgeous vampire warship jumped out silently and flew towards the looming floating land in the distance.
In front of the porthole, stood a slender man, tightly wrapped in a gorgeous black robe, as if he was afraid of the cold. Around him, there were more than ten vampires standing, each with their own extraordinary appearance. Their collars were decorated with a gold-encrusted rose wrapped around a snake, which was the symbol of the first clan, Pas, and the symbol of the Queen of the Night.
One of them was as tall and strong as an iron tower, and his body shape was completely different from that of ordinary vampires. He took a step forward and said: "Holy Son, Floating Land will be arriving soon. But, do we really want to disobey the orders of the protest meeting?"
The man in front of the porthole slowly turned around, revealing an extremely pale face, with blood burning in the depths of his empty eyes. Judging from the outline of his face, it was vaguely that of Edward, the Holy Son of the Vampire Race. However, compared with before, he had lost so much weight that he was almost as skeleton-shaped, and he was still shaking uncontrollably.
Although he was so weak that he would fall down if he was blown by the wind, when Edward turned around, blood-colored lightning flashed across the sky. Many vampires subconsciously retreated, and only a few of the strongest ones could barely stand still. Stand still.
"Don't worry about those old guys. They have lived too long and their courage has become too small." Edward's voice also became hoarse and unpleasant.
The strong man said: "But you are still in the penalty period and cannot exert your full strength."
Edward smiled hoarsely and said: "Zhao Jundu's cultivation level was originally weaker than mine, but in my current state, it's barely comparable. If we don't even have the courage to fight a fair fight with the weak human race, what kind of saints are we?" What kind of saint am I?”
The aloofness of the Vampire Clan is famous throughout the night. After hearing these words, many Vampire Clan strongmen present were so excited that their eyes turned red and they almost went into a state of boiling blood.
At this time, a vampire suddenly let out a sigh, pointed out the window, and said in a voiceless voice: "Then, what is that!?"
In the direction of his finger, a warship as long and slender as a willow leaf sailed quietly. Its lines were extremely graceful and there were no decorations on its body. It advanced silently in the void. If it weren't for the fact that all the vampires were powerful Or, one almost mistakenly thought that the battleship had not moved at all.
This ghostly battleship will occasionally flicker, changing its orientation every time it flickers, moving a short distance forward. In the void, a small distance seen by the eye is actually quite far away. That's fine, the key point is that the strange way of moving of this battleship immediately reminds all the vampires of a legend that has been buried in the corner of their memory.
"Could it be...that ship?" A vampire viscount's voice even trembled.
But no one laughed at him, even the Holy Son Edward was breathing a little quickly.
After a moment of unspeakable silence, a count broke the silence and said slowly: "There is one battleship that moves like this, and there is only one battleship that moves like this. And the owner of this ship has never changed. ”
Edward finally spoke, with a hint of bitterness in his voice: "Yes, it's the witch from Masefield."
"Isn't it a legend that she has been sleeping deep in the void?"
"Don't forget, there is another legend: when she wakes up, it means breaking through the devil's barrier."
As soon as these words came out, there was sudden silence in the cabin, and everyone seemed to be mute.
Those who can stand here are all the true core of the Vampire Clan. They know many secrets that are unknown to outsiders, and they all know what the final bottleneck of the demon race, Tianguan, means.
The same idea lingering in their minds at this time is that after a thousand years of blankness, the demon will finally give birth to a new king? Even though this king is still in the distant future, it is enough to overturn the structure of the Eternal Night Council.
What's more, given the incredible legends in the witch's past, it is not impossible for her to be able to gain a seat at the top of the parliament after many years. This possibility, no matter how small or insignificant, is enough to shock the entire Evernight World.
Because this will have the most fundamental subversion of the overall structure of the Eternal Night Parliament that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.
According to the legend of the witch, no one doubted that she would wake up from her deep sleep, but no one thought she would wake up so quickly!
It was less than ten years since it was rumored that she entered the void to sleep. Ten years is just a short moment in the long life of the dark race.
On the battleship of the ghost ship in the distance, an invisible gaze suddenly came over. In an instant, all the vampires felt as if a wave of ice was coming, passing through their bodies, and their blood cores seemed to freeze for a moment.
Edward is the Holy Son of the Vampire Race after all. At this moment, it suddenly erupted and turned into a deep purple blood mist, wrapping all the Vampire Races in it and resisting the invisible ice wave. However, his blood energy fluctuated violently and its color dimmed rapidly. It was obvious that he had consumed a lot of energy and could not last long.
Fortunately, the ice wave came and went quickly. It disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace. Only the extremely pale faces and still trembling bodies of the vampires recorded the traces of its existence.
Edward returned to his human form and stood silently, his face extremely gloomy.
A viscount was fierce, raised his eyebrows and said angrily: "She attacked us for no reason, we can't bear it! Your Highness, let me take the battleship to fight her to the death! You go back first, and come to avenge us after you have been punished!"
All the Vampires suddenly agreed and were determined to die. The sudden attack just now made them all embarrassed. How could a member of Paz, the first clan of the blood clan, endure such humiliation?
The majesty of the Queen of the Night/Lilith is by no means inferior to that of the demon descendant.
But Edward did not get angry. Instead, he looked out the window in a daze. After a moment, he sighed softly and said, "That was not an attack, she just glanced at it."
‘Look’ at it?
All the powerful vampires were speechless. This was a level beyond their reach. Even the most ferocious people no longer talk about fighting to the death.
Fighting to the death and committing suicide are two different things. They are not even qualified to fight.
When Edward saw it, he shook his head and said: "Her power is not as strong as you think, but forget it, even if you tell me, you don't understand."
The strong vampires who can stand here, even ordinary people, understand the meaning of Edward's words. The weaker the person in the distant ghost ship is, the more terrifying he is.
The ghost ship is still flying in the void according to its own trajectory, pointing directly at the floating land.
The battleship was also in chaos, with thick black spreading everywhere, covering everything behind the black. This blackness is not an illusion, but a real existence, a dark force that is so pure that it is close to the extreme.
The entire interior of the battleship is filled with dark force.
In the battleship, a voice with a slightly mechanical feel suddenly sounded: "Miss, Edward, the Saint Son of the Blood Tribe, is on your list. Do you want to go and fight?"
In the deep darkness, a figure slowly emerged. She seemed to be condensed by the dark force, and all the details were blurred. However, just a few curves outlining the outline of the body are enough to make people thirsty.
She moved forward as if floating, slowly moved to the porthole, and said calmly: "Edward was punished with burning blood. It's not worth wasting time on him. That's where I should go."
What she pointed at was the distant floating land in the void.
The mechanical yet inexplicably gentle voice sounded again: "What's there?"
"The future king of the human race. Even if the human race is just bragging about itself, it is worth seeing, isn't it? The human race is not a race that likes to brag." She was silent for a while, and then said: "Besides, I can feel it, I The real enemy in destiny is there."
"It's really surprising. Are you talking about the future king of the human race?"
"Maybe, maybe not."
This was the first time since she woke up from a long sleep that she could not definitely judge something related to herself.
The ghost ship kept flashing and headed towards the floating land.
In the Evernight Parliament Hall, almost all the members on duty were present, and those who could not come also appeared through projections. Today's meeting is extremely important, and there is only one topic on the agenda: the possibility of a sixth king in the human race.
Dozens of the top figures in the Evernight World were talking openly and secretly, and countless tyrannical consciousnesses were constantly communicating in the dark. Waves of force storms were set off in the entire hall. No wonder they lost their composure, it was really because the series of events that happened recently were too shocking.
The last time the human race had such a glorious scene, the Great Qin Empire was born. And if there is another truly amazing and talented person among these six heavenly kings, even if there is one less heavenly king, it will be the pattern of the Martial Ancestor Zhongxing. It is by no means impossible for this to happen. Although the human race is currently nominally the strongest, King Zhiji is old and has no possibility of progress. However, Zhang Boqian's rise was too fast and too domineering. If no one could stop him and let him succeed, he would be another Martial Ancestor.
As for Zhao Jundu, even if he were promoted to three or five levels, he would still not be able to enter the eyes of these real giants in the Eternal Night World. However, his performance along the way has been too perfect. Be quiet when you need to be quiet, move when you need to move, and even take action at critical points to turn the tide of the battle in one fell swoop. It seems that it is possible to shake the foundation of the future, but if you don't dare to fight at this moment and still nourish the pure force, what is the use of this force?
What Zhao Jundu showed was truly perfect, even his heart was so generous and perfect.
Such a person is difficult to evaluate. A group of Yongye giants quarreled and found that they couldn't tell what Zhao Jundu's future was. He might just barely become the king, or he might be better than Zhang Boqian, or he might not even be able to become the king.
Every statement is reasonable and supported by people, so no conclusion can be drawn. Gradually, a voice gradually became dominant, that is, strong men of at least the Duke level should be dispatched to kill Zhao Jundu with force and nip the danger in the bud. Most of those who support this plan believe that Zhao Jundu's future achievements will not be inferior to Zhang Boqian's.
However, there are also strong objections. The empire is vast, the population is as large as the sea of sand, and geniuses emerge in endlessly, with a pile of them every year. How can you just kill a genius?
When the fight got fierce, someone suddenly said coldly: "Do you think that Lin Xitang will never become the King of Heaven?"
As soon as these words came out, the whole hall fell into silence.
PS: Try to have another update, but don’t expect it. It has been ten years. For those of you who have always liked my poor writing, I must work harder and give you more time.