However, could it be that those veterans, the captain of the red scorpion who detonated the bombs on his body one by one, and the colonel Wei Lishi who brought himself into the red scorpion, died in vain?

No, they must not disappear without a sound!

Chiya gritted her teeth.

There are only two ways to avenge these red scorpions. One is to rise to the top of the empire, wield greater power than the one behind the scenes, and then uncover the truth and seek justice for the fallen Red Scorpion warriors. But Qianye has now become a blood slave, and it is impossible to return to human society at all.

But there is another way! That is, to find a way to survive, to find a way to have a strong force. When Qianye's strength reaches a certain level, you can include those black hands in the hunting list one by one!

Qianye hid all the important equipment, took a dagger with him, put on a civilian coat, and walked out of the mountains, ready to find a human settlement, inquire about the surrounding situation, and see if he can get some news from the outside world.

The default return coordinates of the rescue pod should be the headquarters of the Red Scorpion, but it may have been affected when the mothership was injured, and the star map was damaged.

But a day later, Chiya returned here. He had several more gunshot wounds on his body, including a large scorch mark on his arm, which had been burned by a silver bullet and was still oozing yellow pus.

Qianye's face was all dazed and gray.

When he went to the city to inquire about the news, he immediately smelled sweet blood that he had never seen before when he saw the crowd. The bloodthirsty hunger in the depths of his body flared up, and the unprepared Thousand Nights immediately revealed a thick blood qi.

This is the border of the Empire, and there are often dark races, so the city guards are also extra vigilant, and a passing patrol team can immediately distinguish the blood aura on Qianye's body.

In an instant, almost everyone in sight became the enemy of the Thousand Nights.

When Chiya escaped from the crowd, he was already scarred. Although he finally escaped and returned to the mountains under the cover of night, Qianye knew that he could not stay here anymore.

This is indeed the headquarters of the Red Scorpion, the location of the Huangquan Training Camp, Qin Lu, but it is definitely not good news for the current Qianye.

Most of Qin and Lu were under the control of the Empire, and only a few areas on the periphery were still in the hands of the Dark Race. As long as the identity of the Thousand Nights Blood Slave is revealed, people will not give him any chance to defend himself at all.

Thinking about it, it was the same when Qianye was still a red scorpion, and when he saw the blood slave, his first reaction was to shoot him directly. As Captain Red Scorpion had taught him, no one can afford to be indulgent.

This is the hatred accumulated by the millennial war between the two races, which has only a position, not right and wrong.

Qianye sat down slowly with her back against a big tree, her mind blank. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his ribs, and he felt like he was being licked by the flames.

Qianye jumped up, fell out of her underwear, and rolled to the ground, flashing silver light. It is an empty silver shell. He had long forgotten when he had thrown it into his pocket, and had brought it to the present until he touched the skin of Senya from the torn part of his clothes, alerting him to its existence.

That little thing is actually quite rough, the industrial polished shell can still be filled, and the Force array inside has multiple gaps, and can only achieve 50% energy compression efficiency. But it was such a silver bullet that brought a thousand nights of burning pain when it came into contact with his body, reminding him of his current situation in this way.

Qianye's military boots suddenly stepped on it, turned his heel vigorously, drove it deep into the ground, and then kicked the surrounding dirt, bulldozing the small crater, and soon nothing could be seen.

Qianye stood quietly for a while, took a look at the mountains and rivers here, picked up his backpack, wrapped his cloak and pulled his hood, and quietly left this mountainous area.

At this time, a province in the middle continent of the empire had just bid farewell to the rainy weather that had lasted for several days. In the afternoon, a gap opened in the cloudy sky, and the sun shone down.

The surface of the river is sparkling, and there is a sound of wind and iron crashing on the colonnade of the suspended platform near the water. Its shape is like Bifang, and its single foot is like a crane, which is the last of the four major valves of the empire, the family emblem of the Gaoling Song family.

The buildings in this area are all wood and stone structures, with high platforms, pavilions, cornices, and the faint light reflected by the glazed tiles flowing, as if they want to merge with the blue water. Everything is full of nostalgia from the primeval era, which is very different from the bluestone metal architecture of the main cities of the empire.

The upper echelons of the Empire are rife with retro style, and they have the resources to support the operation of these delicate, delicate and seemingly fragile facilities.

Inside the waterfront hanging platform is a large study, without much furnishings, and a desk is placed under the long window. Song Zining sat upright, with a stack of processed documents in front of him, leaving only an inconsequential Imperial Post Newspaper at the bottom.

From Song Zining's calm and gentle expression, it was not at all obvious that the visitor he was waiting for was already five minutes late. On his schedule, the time for each thing is measured in fifteen minutes, retaining the habit of training and nutrition in Huangquan.

Song Zining looked at the post newspaper in front of him, and finally opened it a little bored, in the past, he would never waste time looking at this kind of thing that almost everyone has.

A name jumped into view, Lin Qianye.

Song Zining paused for a few seconds, turned back to the home page, and the paper made a soft sound of brushing. There was a text message in the inconspicuous corner that the Red Scorpion Legion had failed its mission, losing a third of its Red Scorpion-level warriors. And on the inside page is the list of the dead, among which Lin Qianye's name is prominently listed on it.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and the domestic servant outside whispered the name of the guest.

Song Zi quietly closed the post newspaper and put it on the pile of documents that had been processed, then stood up and showed a respectful and blameless smile to the visiting lady.

In the headquarters of the Winged Angels, Wei Potian was lying on his back on the bed in the dormitory, sleeping soundly, and the intensive special training of the past seven days had tossed him enough. But hard work is valuable, and he successfully stood out from the newcomers of this class and qualified to compete in the army for the Winged Angels.

As for the second letter he sent before the closed training, it was quietly waiting in the return box of the Red Scorpion headquarters, and this letter, which had no longer a recipient, would be sent out along with the next batch of official documents, traveling across three continents, and then returning to the sender.

A day later, in a remote corner of Qin Lu, a team of Imperial soldiers found the fallen airship and the place where Qianye woke up.

The officer who led the team had sharp eyes and a weather-beaten face full of fortitude. He carefully surveyed the scene, and only said after an hour: "He still has his senses, this is not a blood slave, but a newborn blood clan." But now he has lost his trace. ”

"A newborn bloodline, it's not a big deal, is it?" said another officer.

"Yes. Escalate this and that's the end of our mission. That airship belongs to the military, and I don't want to get involved in the military's affairs. ”

Other officers agreed. The Imperial Military Department is an incomparably vast beast of war, with many factions and intricate relationships with each other. The local garrison and the regular corps were two separate systems. Many regular legions often like to recruit local garrisons to serve as cannon fodder. Therefore, the relationship between the two sides is not incompatible, but it is not much better.

A crashed lifeboat, a newborn blood clan who escaped, placed in the vast sea of the empire, is not even a small bubble, and no one is too lazy to bother to think about this matter. So in the tacit understanding, this little thing disappeared in the vast bureaucracy of the empire.

A few days later, a lone figure appeared in the area bordering the Empire and the Dark Race. He looked ahead, and a small town appeared on the horizon in the distance, and there was an old, but rather large float boat parked at the edge of the town.

This person was none other than Qianye, and at first glance, he judged that this floatship was an interstellar floatship that could shuttle between continents.

Looks right, this is it.

The town is not marked on the map, nor is there any information about it in all official information of the Empire. But it's real. This is the gray area, the junction of eternal night and dawn.

In this town, the dark race and the human race can coexist and coexist, provided that they have the money and enough strength to protect themselves.

Qianye strode towards the town, and at the gate of the town, a huge fat man blocked his way.

"Little one, what are you doing here?"

Qianye glanced at the fat man. This fat man who guards the door actually has a third-level level!

Qianye's heart sank, and he reassessed this place, and then said, "I'm here to find Gray Feather." ”

"Grey Feather, that's our boss! what are you looking for him?" the fat man was a little more serious.

"I need a boat ticket. ”

"Where to go?"

"The Continent of Eternal Night. ”

"Aha!" the fat man cried out, "but all those who want to go there are crazy! You haven't done something terrible, have you? Well, you don't have to answer my question, I'm just curious." Boss Gray Feather has said that everyone who wants to go to the Eternal Night Continent should be polite. But is anyone really willing to spend such an expensive ticket to smuggle to that hell place?"

The fat man was verbose, and while moving his huge body, he walked towards the town. Qianye followed behind him and silently entered the town.

Half a day later, the huge and old floatship took off with great difficulty, and it took a whole day to leave the land mass and enter the void. Qianye sat by the porthole, looking through the cloudy glass at the gradually distant imperial continent. A few more days later, a new continent appeared in the porthole.

It was the Eternal Night Continent, the place where Thousand Nights grew up.

Eternal Night, this abandoned land, where all living creatures are completely forgotten by fate.

Thousand Nights has chosen it as his refuge, where he will continue to fight against fate, perhaps able to suppress the erosion of the dark blood, or perhaps finally consumed by the dark blood. Either way, it will end with the Eternal Night Continent as the stage.

The Eternal Night Continent is indeed a hellish place, but now it is the only place that can accommodate a sane blood slave.

The world realm below the float boat is still a gray with no light in sight. Just like the mood of Qianye at this time, he can no longer choose the dawn, but he also does not want to fall into the eternal night, so he can only perch and crawl in the gray between the eternal night and the dawn, waiting for the judgment of fate.

Volume 1 ends

The next volume is titled, and the flowers bloom on the other side