On a spring night, the starry sky over the North Atlantic Ocean is as bright as the Milky Way.

The nine-colored deer antlers grew snow-white bifurcation, restored the golden bronze scale armor, burst out with a beast face, and became the young Qilin Town Tomb Beast in the dungeon again. This is Qin Beiyang's last magic weapon. Everyone was busy trying to escape or praying, and no one noticed the change in the nine colors.

But for nineteen-year-old Chanko, he cares more about the four-winged angel in the sky. He had learned how to fly airplanes and airships, how to design flying machines, and had worked with Dr. Holstein to try to transform the grave beast. He stared intently at the wings of the quad-winged angel, staring at the structure between its chest and abdomen, what kind of strength could rely on two pairs of wings to support this ferocious steel body suspended in mid-air?

The Four-Winged Angel Town Tomb Beast saw Qin Beiyang and the Young Qilin Town Tomb Beast. Realizing that it had met its opponent, it swooped down with its fiery eyes, intending to kill the man and beast in one fell swoop.

Qin Beiyang pulled out the Tang knife again.

The nine-colored tomb beast of the young Qilin Town spit out several green glazed fireballs in a row, like ghost fire flying across the starry sky of the North Atlantic, and slammed into the wings of the four-winged angel.

In an instant, with the firelight splashing in front of him, Qin Beiyang remembered the "comet hitting the moon" that specialized in assassinating the king's bureaucrats.

The power of the glazed fireball of the tomb beast must have been more powerful in the past, like a fire bomb shot by a trebuchet, and it thundered into the sky. Although the fireball could not burn the steel shell of the four-winged angel, it caused its wings to shrink and tremble, unable to continue to control the air current, and it fell sharply towards the sloping deck. The nine-colored antlers continued to grow, spreading into a towering tree with teeth and claws, several times larger than the young beast itself.

The antlers were like sharp barbed wire on the battlefield in Europe, and immediately supported the body of the four-winged angel, not only making it unable to hurt Qin Beiyang and Qian Ke, but also preventing it from being shattered.

At this time, Qin Beiyang did not flee from the four-winged angel, let alone choose to let Jiuse throw it into the sea. Qian Ke grabbed his arm and said, "Beiyang, we want to bring it back to China!" ”

But the "Cardinal Richelieu" is about to sink, and the sea water has spread to Qin Beiyang's ankles, and the nine colors are struggling to maintain their balance, otherwise they will fall into the sea with the four-winged angel.

In a minute's time, the ship will sink completely, creating a huge whirlpool that no one or beast can escape.

Qin Beiyang climbed the collapsed chimney, came to the four-winged angel, stared at its eyes, and the Hetian warm blood jade pendant on his chest began to heat up......

"Allah has no yuan. Silence is always there. The power of the craftsman. Rise from the ground and rise to the sky. Doppelganger generation. Salvation is boundless. The sun rises and goes dark. Salty proves the truth. Emperor Hehewen. The former king of the Dao crown. Take advantage of the chaos at the right time. Qiankuo Kun Zhang. Ming Jingjiao. Belong to me, Don......"

This is the "Great Qin Jingjiao Popular Chinese Tablet", and the person who wrote the inscription is Jingjing, the son of the Jingjiao Yisi, the tomb owner of the four-winged angel. Qin Beiyang saw this inscription rubbing, and recited this small paragraph by the way, using Tang Dynasty rhyme to ensure that the four-winged angel town tomb beast could understand it.

Sure enough, the eyes of the four-winged angel, which had been extinguished, lit up red again. It fully understands this inscription, almost a spell to awaken the tomb's owner. Flapping his wings again, stirring up a raging wave, and the sea water fell on Qin Beiyang's face.

He boldly climbed up the neck of the tomb beast, and Qian Ke also came up, and finally it was the turn of the nine colors. The young Kirin Town Tomb Beast put away its antlers and reverted back to the shape of a large dog.

The moment the ship's chimney sank into the North Atlantic, the Four-Winged Angel Tomb Beast burst into the sky. It flew almost ninety degrees toward the starry sky, carrying two people and one beast on its body. Qin Beiyang grabbed its neck, and Qian Ke also grabbed Qin Beiyang like he was on a plane for the first time. And the four sharp claws of the nine colors seem to have taken root on the back of the four-winged angel.

It was as if returning to Dharma Mountain in the East China Sea, in the early morning of slaughtering the tomb beasts of the Evil Dragon Town, Qin Beiyang soared to fight against gravity. The North Star shone overhead, like a halo of light that wanted to swallow heaven and earth, leading the four-winged angel straight away. Qian Ke's hair stood upright, and his nine-colored red mane all exploded, as if rushing from the ice sea into the even colder Heavenly Palace.

When Qin Beiyang looked back, he couldn't see anything in the dark North Atlantic, only void and chaos.

The Four-Winged Angel Tomb Beast has flown flat in the clouds, its four wings no longer swinging violently, and it gracefully controls the high-altitude currents instead of being controlled by them. Qin Beiyang and Qian Ke didn't have to hold on to it, he touched the head of the nine colors, it was it the first to conquer the four-winged angel.

The flying beast that has killed countless people has been firmly controlled, just like the falcon on the herdsman's arm and the osprey on the fisherman's bamboo raft. Qin Beiyang straightened up his upper body and shouted, almost frozen by the wind mixed with hail. He leaned over the head of the four-winged angel and whispered softly in its ear, lest the "beast" suddenly turn its face again.

Qin Beiyang ordered to go due west. If you see a place where the lights gather, it must be a city on the North American continent, whether it is New York, Boston, Philadelphia, Washington or even Quebec, you must fly to land immediately, otherwise he and Chanco will freeze to death in the sky.

Without the need to look at the starry sky, the four-winged angel can accurately identify the direction. Qin Beiyang suspected that the ancestor of the Qin clan who created this tomb beast had installed a compass or other mechanism in its body, or some kind of more powerful soul power. Qin Beiyang sneezed a lot in a row, and the four-winged angel lowered its flight altitude, and it was only 100 meters away from the surface of the Atlantic Ocean. For Qian Ke, who has just learned to fly an airplane, it is also a dangerous ultra-low-altitude flight. In the open Atlantic Ocean, it is easy to lose sight of the horizon and plunge headlong into the sea. But for the Grave Beast, this kind of mistake will never occur, just like bats and any other bird will not make the mistake of a human pilot.

All the way to the west.

Riding on the neck of the four-winged angel, Qin Beiyang squinted his eyes, and the lights lit up in front of him must be the North American continent. Behind them and the Nine Colors, the sun rises over the North Atlantic, erupting in a grid that casts icy heat.

When the lights went out in front of us, the sunlight cast onto the sea, illuminating hundreds of ships flying various flags. On his right, green strips of islands are sparkling bays that jug deep into the North American continent, sandwiched between a river and an island. The river is the Hudson River, and the island is Manhattan Island.

New York! New York!

Qin Beiyang ordered the four-winged angel to speed up the swing of the two pairs of wings, and glide over the water of New York Harbor on the morning sun of spring.

Passing over countless ships, he could already see Manhattan's rows of skyscrapers, a real steel jungle, and a visual shock 100 times greater than that of Shanghai's Bund.

However, the four-winged angel flew to a small island. It was a statue of a woman holding a torch like an ancient Greek with a fluttering garment, wearing seven rays of light symbolizing the seven continents. Whether it is the godfather of Italian immigrants, the shepherd of Irish immigrants, or the missionaries of German immigrants, the first sight of this Statue of Liberty when you enter New York Harbor will be unforgettable.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the four-winged angel tomb beast piloted by Qin Beiyang and Qian Ke landed on the shoulders of the Statue of Liberty.

There were already people below who saw them and cried out in panic for the coming of the infidels, especially the angels with the heads of beasts, and the four wings on their backs, the harbingers of the end of the world.

Suddenly, Qin Beiyang saw that on the ground equivalent to twelve floors, there was a Chinese girl's face, inlaid with a pair of glass-colored eyes, like two mirrors, reflecting all the brilliance of the sun.

It's not a dream! Nor is it an illusion after drowning at the bottom of the North Atlantic, Qin Beiyang stood on the shoulders of the solidified Lady of Liberty, and shouted hoarsely towards the living Lady Liberty on the ground: "Ouyang Anna! ”