A hovercraft brawls through a snowstorm across a vast snowfield, two powerful air propellers blowing two flying snow dragons behind the ship, racing against time to cross one white hill after another before it gets dark. Such a scene is in an infinite loop, and the heavens and the earth are full of white expanse.

The Soviet-era light all-floating landing ship was well maintained, and it took the logistics regiment of City 023 nearly two hours to fill the ship with fuel and food and fresh water before it took Lu Mingfei and his party to leave the city and run to the first location close to the coastline of the Arctic Ocean and suspected to be a black swan harbor.

Chu Tianjiao originally wanted to stay in City 023 and wait to return to Kassel Academy to give his son a psychological counseling course, but in the end he followed Lu Mingfei on the boat to continue walking. He always felt that the end of his trip might involve the source of the "Black King Gene", and perhaps reveal and witness it...... That son's counseling course can be put aside for a while.

"I've privately counted that over the past decade or so, the boss has taken about $20 billion from Russia through this auction; In other parts of the world, he may also set up similar organizations for the auction of 'golden syrup' in other more economically developed places such as North America and Europe...... Auctions may change from every four years to every two years, and the amount of money that can be scavenged will increase exponentially. ”

The elder Bunin, who was in charge of driving the hovercraft, told the secret he knew.

"Based on the economic aggregates of countries around the world in the past decade or so, this behind-the-scenes boss can collect at least $20 billion in cash every year by selling this 'elixir', excluding any taxes," Zero calculated, "This has exceeded Microsoft's annual profits, and no known rich person has ever made that much money." ”

"Didn't that guy say to give us this Russian industrial chain? Then can't we also make more than ten or twenty billion dollars every year? Fingal's eyes lit up.

"But the 'God' has died, my very body has been destroyed, and the 'Golden Syrup' has lost its raw materials and how to make it...... Unless you can launch a new product, those customers in Russia won't mind if the boss is changed. "Old Bunin - or already the only Alexander. Bunin said truthfully.

"Hehe, don't worry about this, the two alchemy soldiers you said can solve the ......" Fingal shook his hands, but then became discouraged, "But whether to sell it or not, the head of the regiment has to nod ......"

"Therefore, it is suspected that a dragon king who has long awakened is hidden in the dark side of the world he has constructed, silently controlling the fate of mankind and devouring the wealth of the world, while the secret party who takes dragon slaying as his mission is unaware." Zero said softly, looking at Lu Mingfei, who was sitting in the corner of the cabin meditating, "If this continues, without him doing it himself, human beings themselves will fight in the same room and be destroyed unknowingly in the war they have started." ”

"Don't be afraid, girl, we have us!" Fingal's chest snapped, "The journey of our Sword of Revelation Legion is a sea of stars!" This kind of guy who hides his head and tail is not afraid at all, as long as His Majesty the Emperor nods, we can also sit in the position of the five permanent members! ”

The words were full of the smell of adding to the emperor's yellow robe and then "reversed" with a big wave of his hand - but His Majesty the Emperor does not need to wear a yellow robe, judging from the portrait of the emperor hanging in the Holy Blood Hall, His Majesty the Emperor should be wearing that kind of golden armor.

Lu Mingfei was unmoved.

When he closed his eyes and reminisced about the growth story of the Genoplasma Saint Celes, he was also listening to the conversation between them, the so-called "Dark Side King" was just an object waiting to be swept away and destroyed, even if it was placed in front of the juvenile primordial who had not yet led the army.

But he is not the original body, nor does he have the beautiful and sacred image and charm of the Father of Genes, who can convince countless people of allegiance, nor does he have the vast wisdom and knowledge of the ocean; He needs to be cautious, he can't always be deflated in front of the enemy and then rely on His Majesty the Emperor to send down divine power to save him.

It was already dark at four o'clock, and they were located in the northeastern part of Siberia, although it was not the polar night, but the days were short and the nights were long, and the impact of the blizzard made Bunin take his hands off the control stick as soon as it was dark, and in the case of relying only on the compass, fine maps, and terrain impressions to find his way, it was the best choice to stop the boat and rest.

The snowflakes were swept into swirls by the storm, and under the light of the cabin lights, they seemed to be splashed like dense silver needles, and the night and snow were mixed with chaotic colors.

The temperature outside the ship has plummeted to minus 63 degrees Celsius, and the hot boiling water will instantly turn into splattered ice crystals when splashed outside.

Fingal was eager to imagine "HEN SHIN" running out to test the cold resistance of a wave of extracorporeal dragon scale armor, but in view of the fact that there are lesbians in the cabin who are not easy to strip naked, if they do not strip and transform directly, it will waste a set of men's thermal underwear, Fingal said that he did not want to spend the rest of the time in a vacuum, so he gave up this plan.

A stove has been set up in the cabin to cook hot pot, a few canned beef, boiled soup base, compressed vegetables and vodka, in this icy and snowy environment, it is already a heavenly enjoyment.

"A little more than 100 kilometers further on, we will come across the first supply depot, where we can replenish supplies and diesel." Bunin is studying the map to make sure he plans his next route.

"Why is there a supply depot in a place like this? Is this also a legacy of the Soviet era? Chu Tianjiao asked.

"I don't know...... This is a map found in my main room, with a dozen supply stations marked on it, and the route seems to lead us directly to the Laptev Sea...... It's near the coordinates you gave me, Your Majesty. ”

Zero walked over and compared his map with the one in Bunin's hand with a frown, and found that it was true, and the owner of the map seemed to have prepared a well-supplied road for them in advance. She remembered the words of her boss that Mai had told her: "This journey is destined to start much earlier than planned......"

Does the king of the dark side of the world also want to send Lu Mingfei to Black Swan Harbor? Or "paradise"? Her gaze moved to the location newly marked by Lu Mingfei on the map, and her pupils shrank slightly.

"Your boss prepared it? That's sweet. I hope I can eat hot pot for the next meal. ”

Fingal grinned, scooped up the beef in the pot with chopsticks, and then smiled flatteringly and sandwiched it into Lu Mingfei's bowl, welcoming Chu Tianjiao's disgusted and disdainful gaze.

"I don't know, I didn't dare to investigate the secrets of the ontology before, and naturally I don't know more than you." Bunin said.

"It doesn't matter, I don't really want to guess riddles, just go all the way. At least until we kill what the alien wants us to kill, we don't have to worry about being plotted against it," Lu Mingfei said calmly, "No matter what the end is, I just hope its fists don't be softer than ours." ”

"Indeed, there is nothing to resist here!" Fingal shook the vodka and shouted in a Hong Kong man's tone, his whole being inflated since he was able to transform.

The hot pot party didn't last long, and despite the extreme weather and being on this hovercraft protected by light armor and two high-speed machine guns, Lu Mingfei still arranged for the vigil and the time slot on duty—mainly Chu Tianjiao Fingal and his three soldiers were in charge.

After Bunin filled his stomach, he found a corner and slept with a blanket, there were too many unbelievable things for him today, and he was an old ordinary person, and his spirit couldn't help but be a little tired;

Fingal, who has no Internet and no books to pass the time, proposes to play Texas Hold'em to kill time, but Lu Mingfei refuses:

"Rather than playing a game of unknown meaning, let me tell you the story of my genetic father, the ninth son of His Majesty the Great Emperor, Saint-Jeres, which may give you a lesson that will benefit you for the rest of your life......"

Zero curled up on the couch with a blanket, falling asleep to the wind and snow howling outside the ship and the unpeaceful storytelling of Lu Ming. I don't know why, before she went to bed, she thought of General Vatujing again, and thought of the picture of Lu Mingfei protecting himself with his body in the hell of fire and tar.

Suddenly, she seemed to return to the time she couldn't remember, and the last time she was separated from Zero, and it was also in such a blizzard, two small figures were chased by the pioneers of hell.