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Two days have passed, and there are more and more people and fewer and fewer places in the whole sea area. The turbulence shrouded by the returnable ruins still spewed flames of light, and there was no change in the slightest.

The musicians fought several times for various reasons, and at the most chaotic time, almost everyone in the entire sea area had to be on guard against the knives stabbed by their side.

But the feud is often confined to the periphery.

The core layer, the location of the fleets of various countries is calm, not that no one has thought about leading the troubled waters to the east and fishing in troubled waters, but under the watchful eyes of I don't know how many masters and scepters, they are often snuffed out as soon as a sign emerges.

Some people tried in vain to coerce the will of the people and force the fleets of various countries to give up their positions, but as a result, they were simply bombed into scum before the main guns. Or retreat before the stake is burned.

Eventually, the situation stabilized.

Elite navies and master scepters from all over the world occupy the inner and sky, the middle level is occupied by the various schools that rush in, and the scattered musicians are excluded from the periphery......

Of course, Ye Qingxuan didn't care about these things at all, and handed them all over to Selwin, who arrived later, to deal with, anyway, what he was best at doing was to shake off the shopkeeper.

Of all the things he had learned from Old Man Stone, this was the one that worked the most. A competent subordinate will take care of everything, and it is enough for the boss to take responsibility for it.

Compared with the low-key Ye Qingxuan, the Nirvana Mabel has made a few big moves, this musician who looks like a little girl has made many musicians understand the power of Nirvana's fire in just two days.

As a divine phantom beast, the immortal bird that comes alive from the dead itself involves the top-level proposition of the school of summoning and chanting, and the fire of nirvana can be transformed into a life-saving medicine that can be turned into a life-saving medicine, or it can be turned into a vicious trick that will not die and never die.

The master or the scepter may have various ways to target it, but if the realm is not enough, it is useless to say anything.

As the royal hands of the Knights of the Round Table, the Royal Orchestra also received the blessing of the kingdom blessed by the Queen herself when the Royal Orchestra arrived.

If she shoots with all her might, under the Golden Medal of Victory, I am afraid that one-third of the musicians in the entire sea area will be able to be slaughtered by her alone.

With her in charge of the royal fleet, Ye Qingxuan is enough to put ten thousand hearts.

It's just that for some reason, in the past two days, he has always been inexplicably turbulent in his heart, but he can't say what's wrong.

If it were an ordinary person, he might laugh at his hunch, but Ye Qingxuan himself is a master of the Revelation School, and he started with the interpretation method, although Lu Ziye, his attainments are real.

Hunches are an important part of any apocalyptic musician. Although the Revelation Musician is not good at combat, he focuses on observing the Appearance of Events and the Great Source. The more profound the attainment, the more perceptual it is. If you are an advanced dreamer, you may dream about possible episodes in the future when you sleep.

"Generally, there are several possibilities for this kind of thing to happen. ”

After a moment of discussion, the old ghosts of the inquisition gave an answer: "Most commonly, you forgot something crucial. But this kind of thing can be big or small. It's also possible that you forget to turn off the faucet when you go out......"

Ye Qingxuan was helpless: "What about the next one?"

"Someone wants to calculate you, and that's why you're alert. An old ghost said, "But your own apocalyptic school is not low, and you should be able to sense inexplicable hostility."

However, if you want to target you, you will ask the Revelation Master to confuse the relevant information, and all you can see is a fog.

If you think about it, have you provoked any enemies lately?"

Ye Qingxuan thought about it carefully and found that ...... There seem to be quite a lot of enemies of his own.

No way, since he embarked on the road of musician, he has been constantly making enemies, and there are countless people in the world who want to kill him. Black musicians, other countries, holy cities...... Even Anglo has many people who see him as a thorn in his side.

The rise of a person must inevitably make way for more people, not to mention, once Ye Qingxuan's ether net appears, it can be said that it will instantly fall to the level of the enemy of the whole world.

Ye Qingxuan thought about it and hammered his palm:

"It must be Raymond's old immortal!"

Hearing him say this, the group of 'old immortals' in the inquisition suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"Not necessarily. ”

The old man who was hit by his boss coughed twice: "Raymond has been sternly warned by the Sacramental Ministry, and he should not dare to attack your idea again in a short time, but it is always right for you to take precautions." ”

"Is there any other possibility?" Ye Qingxuan asked.

"If there'...... anything else"

The old men looked at each other and replied, "You may be about to get involved in something big, or something is about to happen to you." ”

"Okay. ”

Ye Qingxuan sighed: "I may have forgotten something, or someone wants to mess with me, and I may still be involved in some kind of big thing...... Even if I had all three, what should I do?"

The old men were silent.

This is the most embarrassing part of the school of revelation.

Sometimes, feeling that the future is not necessarily a good thing, what should happen or what will happen, still die when it is time to die, at most you can die a little more clearly......

"Forget it. ”

Ye Qingxuan sighed: "In short, it's always right to be prepared, right? Let Stone and Watson speed up, in this hellish world, anything can happen." How's the expansion of the Witch's Hammer?"

"Everything is going well, but ......" the old man was helpless: "The production of knight armor itself is a complicated process, especially the training of knights also takes a long time. The more dangerous the weapon, the higher the requirements for the quality of the user.

We've made the process as simple as possible, but it will take at least two years to get to the 10,000 people you mentioned. ”

"What about the current number?"

"Sixteen hundred. ”

After the old men finished speaking, they saw Ye Qingxuan's face regretful, and they immediately vomited blood. These 1,600 people alone were already on an unprecedented scale in the history of the Inquisition!

In the past, the family wealth that the chief judges of the past dynasties had scraped together was only eight or nine hundred.

Not only is it not only armor manufacturing, but the training and preparation of knights is even more expensive than the cost of armor.

When Ye Qingxuan took over the Inquisition, there were only 400 people in the Witch's Hammer, and now with the technology of the Anglo Industrial Base and the Chainsaw Brothers, they were able to spend money to burn to the extent they are now, thank God, you are still not satisfied?!

"What about the Purification Musician?" Ye Qingxuan asked again.

"Six hundred. ”

The old men didn't have much to expect from Ye Qingxuan's reaction.

"Oh, a little little. ”

Ye Qingxuan waved his hand: "You all work hard, now that young people are fighting so hard, I have doubled your medical expenses, so you have to exert some residual heat before you die." ”

“......”

The old men could only roll their eyes, and when they met this kind of boss who used his subordinates as animals, it was really a sin for eight generations.

Just when Ye Qingxuan cut off the communication and was about to contact the Privy Council to ask for the latest news, he heard the noise and shouts outside.

"Your Excellency, the ruins have changed!" Mabel's voice rang in his ears.

Ye Qingxuan rushed to the deck, looked down, and only saw the chaotic musicians below.

The silver glow of the engulfment had gradually dimmed and thinned a lot, and the chaotic aether fluctuations began to gradually converge and collapse inward.

In the core of that sea, the outline of the island has been faintly revealed, but it is not real.

The ruins are about to be conceived and completely revealed.

But before that, there was a fog in the distant sea.

Faint shadows emerged from it, causing confusion and exclamations among the musicians.

Ye Qingxuan looked fixedly, and above the sea in the distance, he could only see a vague figure, which was gradually walking towards the sea.

It was a translucent phantom, projected out of nowhere by the refraction of the ether.

It's like a traveler who has gone through a long journey home.

The tired figure staggered forward on the stagnant sea, the long sword in his hand supporting his body, already full of cracks. It's as if a cloak of flames flutters in the wind, scattering sparks and burning ashes.

The long, gray-haired old man hung down from the sides of his face, and on top of his blurred countenance, he wore a crown of black iron.

Dressed in armor that seems to have come from hundreds of years ago, iron boots step on the waves of the sea, as if walking on the ground.

By the time they caught a glimpse of the faint 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 founded the primordial ruler of the Kingdom of Burgundy.

- King of the Sun!

"North, too!"

The musicians exclaimed in astonishment, turned their backs, and looked to the northern seas, where behind the Asgardian fleet, a figure quietly appeared, dressed in white robes, wearing laurel wreaths, and holding a heavy scepter, flying towards the ruins.

It was the ancestor of the Caucasus kingdom, the uncrowned king who created the prototype of the union of the city-states in the wasteland.

- Sage of the Iron Moon!

This time, without being reminded, everyone looked south again......

A giant-like figure emerged from the mist, head and sword in hand, blood stained on broken armor and a crown of silver frost knots.

Guardian of Gladysheim, Frost Giant, the first Emperor of Asgard.

- Lord of the Golden Palace!

With the appearance of these figures, more and more faint shadows emerged from the fog.

Each figure is a famous hero and hero of the end of the Dark Ages, and even in addition to the first saints, there are people with obvious demon blood walking in it......

It was as if the past had reappeared, and those illusory phantoms had passed through all obstacles, marched straight towards the ruins, 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 bowed his noble head, as if worshipping the only master of the world.

The spirits of the primordial kings came from the sea to meet the sacred cauldron.