Tianji Pavilion, the imperial capital, stands on Little Purple Mountain.
Little Purple Mountain is the highest place in the imperial capital. Standing on the nine-story white jade stone steps of Tianji Pavilion and looking around, the entire Apocalypse City spreads out in all directions under your feet, with avenues, energy towers, and blocks stretching all the way to the end of the horizon.
It was a prosperous and prosperous age.
Weiyang Palace is located due south, like a horizontal heavy sniper, lying quietly in the center of the city. Viewed from the air, the palaces and pavilions are undulating, and the flowers and trees are sparse, making it look like a snake swimming in the mist.
Tianji Pavilion is an important place of the empire. When there are no ceremonies, the top of the mountain and Tianji Pavilion are completely closed. Even those Tianji warriors who specially serve the imperial family only live in the palace at the foot of the mountain.
The afternoon sun shines on the long steps leading to the top of the mountain, the square that can accommodate the grand ceremonies of all the noble families in the empire, and the nine-story Tianji Pavilion on the twenty-seventh floor. This place is as silent as a photo frozen in time.
The ground floor of the seventh floor is a spacious hall without partitions, with floor-to-ceiling windows on all sides. Except for a set of sofas placed at the central elevator exit, there is no other furniture. It can be seen that this floor is mostly used for temporary rest in transit.
There is a lounge chair placed by the long window on the south side. It is made of bamboo and has an ordinary style. It is the kind that ordinary people use to cool down in summer. It is incompatible with the layout of the entire hall.
At this moment, the sun is the most abundant time of the day, reflecting a faint layer of brilliance on the white hair of the man on the lounge chair. However, if you look closely, you can't hide the gray in the hair. The decline under the prosperity makes
People are even more shocked.
Suddenly a ray of sunlight trembled, and a virtual image slowly rose from the shadow cast on the ground, slowly condensing the appearance of Habsburg.
This figure looked like a living thing. He stood a few meters away and looked quietly at Lin Xitang, who was sleeping on the recliner.
There was still silence inside and outside Tianji Pavilion.
Lin Xitang didn't open his eyes until the Force Sundial skipped two frames, with the tiredness still not completely healed between his brows. He first looked at the scenery outside the long window, and suddenly felt something, and moved his eyes to Habu.
Si is facing off.
Habbs bowed slightly and said, "Marshal Lin, good afternoon."
Lin Xitang leaned on the recliner and did not move at all. He said with a cold expression: "I don't dare to accept it, His Royal Highness the Blood Prince... or it may already be a gift from His Majesty the King."
Habbs smiled and shook his finger, "It's just a high-dimensional projection technique. It can only be positioned ten meters around the medium. It is far from comparable to the power of the Queen of the Night/Her Majesty Lilith."
The so-called medium used for positioning should refer to the old wound of the original blood in Lin Xitang's body. However, Habbs said it lightly, and the level of power contained in it has exceeded the understanding of most people.
Even if this kind of clone is just a shadow splitting technique, it only exists in legends. The two-way interaction in front of you means that there are more profound space laws and manipulations. Compared with Wei Guogong's Hun Tian Wan Miao Jue, a kind of long-distance insight technique
, the level difference between the two is as big as the difference between a landmass and an enclave.
Lin Xitang had no intention of arguing. Even the Blood Clan and the Eternal Night Council themselves had never understood the depth of this blood prince's power. "This is the imperial capital of Qin, the source of the dawn, and even the Queen of Night has never set foot there."
Habbs laughed and said: "Does the secret of heaven still have eternal night and dawn? If it weren't for the force of void here, I wouldn't be able to appear."
Lin Xitang lowered his eyes slightly, with an imperceptible coldness flashing through his eyes. There is a special force array on the top of Tianji Pavilion, which is indeed the force of the void. However, Tianji Pavilion is the fundamental place of the empire's heavenly arts. The situation here is not only
It was a top secret, and it was only among a few Tianji masters. How did Habbs know about it? Even if he was guessing, how could he take such a risk until it was confirmed?
Habbs is a smart man, and he could tell what Lin Xitang might be thinking by observing his words. He had no intention of conflicting with Lin Xitang on this matter, so he changed the subject, "You should already know a piece of news, and there will be an opportunity to open the door to a new world in the near future.
The structure of the Eternal Night Council may undergo major changes. Originally, the Holy War was about to break out, but it has been suspended indefinitely because of this matter."
Lin Xitang listened quietly, his expression remained cold and expressionless.
Habbs suddenly paused, frowned and said, "You can't feel the new world." He used an affirmative sentence.
Lin Xitang said lightly: "I don't have enough strength..."
Habbs interrupted him abruptly, "The prophets of Eternal Night have never had a king, and the human race's celestial beings have never had a king. If your race's thousand years are too short, the devils are with this world."
Born, even the born prophet Wuhui Nightmare does not have a king. You have never made a breakthrough. Is it because you can't break through, or will you lose your divine ability once you become a king? So, you are not willing to break through?"
Lin Xitang stared at Habs for a while, then said: "Your Highness Habs, is this the reason for your visit today?"
I don't know when Habbs' gentle expression had completely subsided. In the shadow of the sun, his typical features of the ancient clan of the blood clan looked particularly angular and profound.
He breathed a long sigh of relief and said: "I'm here to say goodbye to you. When the door to the new world opens, I will go there. It is a call from the origin that I cannot resist."
Lin Xitang nodded and said: "Goodbye." He would not give blessings to his enemies, even if they were just hypocritical.
Habbs's eyes became calm and calm, and his figure slowly faded into blur, finally blending into the light and disappearing.
The short conversation seemed to make Lin Xitang very tired. He closed his eyes, but could not fall asleep.
Habbs revealed a lot of information in a few sentences. The holy war has never stopped within the Evernight camp. This is a limited number of times where the war has been explicitly stopped. This is definitely not a good thing for the empire, which means that the human race will be completely conquered again.
Containment. And there is no telling what changes that mysterious new world will bring. When Habbs talked about summoning, he used the word origin rather than blood.
In the void, a small vampire-style high-speed boat was slowly moving in a circle around an anchor point. There were no identifiable marks on the outer painting of the boat. The captain stood in the control room, staring at each person continuously.
Xiang Yuanli Instrument's expression was serious and almost nervous. This location is too close to Qinlu, the central land of the Great Qin Empire.
The cabin door was opened from the outside, and a voice came in, "Go back to the mothership." The captain recognized that it was Marquis Lynard, the valet of Prince Habsburg. As if he had been granted amnesty, he immediately set sail as quickly as possible.
Lynard made a cup of coffee and brought it into the main cabin. Habbs sat in a large and comfortable armchair, flipping through several secret documents with crystals as carriers in his hands. Ordinary parchment documents were piled on the corner of the table, which should be
All processed.
Neither the captain nor the crew knew why His Highness the Prince went to the outer space of Qinlu and stayed for two hours on a whim, but Linnard knew it. However, even he couldn't tell when Habbs' consciousness left.
When did they come back? But they stayed at this place a little too long, slightly past the scheduled time.
Lynard put the coffee cup next to Hubbs' hand, "Your Highness, after returning to the mothership, we will return directly?"
"You go back to the Twilight Continent with the mothership."
"Yes." Linard was a little surprised, but didn't ask any more questions.
"Where is the latest location of Qingyang King Zhang Boqian?"
"I only know that I am not in the empire at the moment." Linnard explained awkwardly: "In the latest round of mobilization on the floating continent, no prince participated in the war, so the whereabouts of King Zhang Tian are not very clear." The trace of King Zhang is extremely difficult to trace.
Therefore, Zhang Boqian did not have a fixed land area where he needed to stay, and if he did not go to war, even the Great Qin Military Headquarters might not know where he was.
Habbs didn't care about the situation in the floating land war. The Spike clan, like the Mammon clan where Nana belonged, rarely participated in camp wars and spent most of their time on the holy war battlefield. He nodded to show that he understood.
Seeing that he had no more instructions, Lynard bowed and left the door.
In Tianji Pavilion, the sunlight moved slowly, and finally converged into a group of small light spots at the end of the lounge chair, and dusk was approaching.
The central elevator made a gentle roar of orbit, followed by the sounds of a group of well-trained footsteps, moving tables and chairs, placing items, etc.
Lin Xitang did not look back, his eyes still stayed on the floor-to-ceiling window for a long time, watching the twilight color the city. The person who came was the imperial palace servant who was responsible for his daily life, three times a day, and had been repeated for many days. He was so familiar that there was no need to pay attention.
The elevator started up again and roared downwards. As usual, the waiters left after setting the meal without saying a word the whole time.
Lin Xitang raised his right palm, which had been resting on the armrest, to his eyes. This simple movement was very slow and laborious for him, like lifting a heavy object. Looking carefully, his pale skin was covered with a layer of almost transparent blue.
The fingertips are slightly purple, like the black ice of the permanently frozen soil.
He grasped it with his five fingers, stretched it out, then pressed the armrest and tried to stand. Suddenly a pair of hands stretched out from beside him, supporting Lin Xitang's arms and back, and slowly helped him up from the recliner.
"Your Majesty?" Lin Xitang was surprised.
"Lin Qing is not in good health, and this place is not the outside world. All etiquette is waived."
Lin Xitang turned around and looked. The Supreme Being of the Qin Empire was wearing a samurai uniform with a mass-produced material and style. His aura was so restrained that it was almost void. He looked no different from the civilians walking on the streets of the imperial capital.
The two sat down opposite each other at the small dining table.
Emperor Hao said: "Today Xiaojiu came to ask about his homework, and he was talking about the astronomy lesson, the fall of the Xugu star. I suddenly remembered that when Lin Qing first became the prince's lecturer, this was the first lesson he talked about."
Lin Xitang glanced at the contents of the dishes and tableware regulations on the table and remained silent.
The meal was eaten quickly, and the two of them moved to the sofa next to them. Emperor Hao made tea by himself, which was a compulsory course for all the children of aristocratic families. After a while, the aroma lingered and the green tea soup was as clear as the azure sky.
"The ginkgo from the maelstrom and the sea lotus seeds are boiled together. The efficacy is hard to say, but the taste is really good."
Lin Xitang took a sip, and sure enough, a breath of fresh air penetrated the top of his head, and then wisps of heat penetrated into his limbs. His hands and feet that had been stiff all day seemed to slowly begin to soften.
He warmed the tea cup in his palms and suddenly asked: "In that plan, who is the coach of the East Road? Your Majesty's final choice is King Linjiang or Princess Haimi."
Emperor Hao watched the tea soup pouring into the cup and replied calmly: "Sister Hai Mi." Then he continued calmly: "The war has begun."
Lin Xitang's hand holding the tea cup visibly trembled, and Emperor Hao put a new cup of tea in front of him.
"Please return to Beifu."
"The court has been in a mess lately. No one can come here. It's a perfect place to rest."
"Tianji Pavilion is an important place in the empire. I have been here for nearly a month. It is inappropriate to break the rules too much."
"No one here knows Lin Qing.
There was silence in the room.
Emperor Hao remained calm and concentrated on drinking tea. After finishing a cup, he put down the empty cup and stood up before saying: "Even if it is only for the benefit of the empire, Lin Qing must live. As for the war, the gains and losses are nothing more than a moment, a place, a battle.
number."
He bent down, stretched out his hand to Lin Xitang and said, "I'll take the teacher upstairs to rest."