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Chapter Sixty Nighteye's Interests

With a bang, Dongyue fell to the ground, and the sword edge was mostly submerged into the ground.

After Qianye landed on the ground, he held his sword in both hands. He staggered and almost fell to his knees. He was panting rapidly. His whole body was exuding an astonishing high fever, and all the white air came out of his mouth and nose.

He killed the Spider Demon Viscount with two swords. It seemed easy, but in fact he used all his strength. Dongyue's two blows were heavy and light at the same time. Almost all of his force was poured out in a very short time. Now it is difficult to even stand.

However, the Spider Viscount was beheaded from the front, which shocked the entire audience. The morale of the dark defenders instantly collapsed and they began to flee. The Darkfire warriors formed a team to continuously chase and chase them, but they only prevented the rout from gathering, and could not kill them all.

Without the encouragement of the spider demon, the high-level servant spiders also fled into the mountains. The low-level servant spiders became ferocious and still rushed forward to attack them bravely. However, such cannon fodder-level soldiers were not even a threat in the face of powerful firepower.

On the ground, they were swept down in pieces.

Qianye took a breath for a while and slowly calmed down. He waved his hand to indicate that the guards did not need to come to help him. He took out a shot of stimulant from his pocket and inserted it into his arm. After a while, wisps of force were generated in his body, and his expression improved.

some.

At this time, Ah Qi, dressed in military uniform, came over and asked with concern: "Master, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I'm just a little tired. Be careful when you deal with the aftermath, and try to catch as many working technicians as possible."

Ah Qi responded: "Master, don't worry."

Qianye took a shot of stimulant, but it still couldn't make up for the emptiness of the exhausted Force in his body. He lit up another cigarette and took a deep breath.

At this moment, the dark fire elites did not need Qianye's command. They treated the wounded on their own, counted the battle damage, reorganized into several combat units, and began to gradually search the entire mine. The miners and technicians who could not escape were driven to the open space to gather together.

A major who was an engineer from the Ningyuan Group was questioning them one by one and distinguishing them according to their occupations.

There were many werewolves among those technicians, most of them were vampires, and there was even an extremely rare demon. He was immediately isolated and interrogated carefully. This demon was very cooperative and basically answered all questions.

.

Qianye was also very interested in the demon descendant. After recovering some of his force power, he walked over and said, "How are you? What did you ask?"

Before Ah Jiu had time to answer, the demon descendant said first: "You don't need her to tell me, I will tell you everything. My name is Bass, a great metal magician, from the ancient and noble kingdom of the Deep Dark Abyss. I am here

At the invitation of His Excellency Stuka, I served as technical director for a period of one year."

"Those mining trucks you see are all my works!" Having said this, the demon's face was full of pride.

A little surprise flashed across Qianye's face, he nodded and said, "Very good."

Bass said proudly: "I admit that you captured me. As a member of the great Sons of Darkness, I have the right to ask my country to pay a ransom in exchange for freedom. However, the value of each clan member measured by the Abyss of Darkness is different.

So the ransom standards set will be different. Lucky humans, I must remind you, you only have one chance to collect the ransom, don't try to bargain."

Qianye couldn't help but laugh and said: "That's it, okay then, I'll give up this opportunity. Ah Jiu, take him down and lock him up, and you must watch him carefully, do you understand?"

"Yes, Master." Ah Jiu agreed obediently. But when she turned around, she revealed her true colors, took out a rope made of thin metal wires from somewhere, and walked towards Bas.

Bass's face changed drastically, and he jumped up and shouted: "You can't do this, stay away from me! Back away, you little devil in a beautiful coat!"

Qianye laughed and shook his head, turned around and walked down the mine.

Seeing Qianye about to leave, Bass became even more anxious and shouted at Qianye's back: "I am Bass, the great metal magician! This is your contempt for the Son of Darkness and your contempt for technology! What are you doing? Don't

In this way, if you have something to say, say it well, uh! Uh-huh!"

Qianye had already reached the edge of the mine. When he heard the sound, he couldn't help but laugh again and jumped into the deep pit.

With a thud, Qianye fell heavily to the bottom of the pit, creating a big pit. He stood up as if nothing had happened and looked around. The bottom of the mine had a radius of more than a thousand meters, and six or seven mining machines were parked scatteredly.

Only when you look up close can you really feel how huge it is. The wheels alone are twenty meters high. Standing next to it, Qianye felt like an ant at the feet of an elephant and couldn't help but marvel.

Qianye has learned basic mechanical knowledge and knows that although the structure of these mining machines is not complicated, it is extremely difficult to build them so huge. This is a true masterpiece. If these machines were designed by Bass, then

His title as a metal magician is really not an exaggeration.

Qianye stretched out his hand to touch the wheel, feeling that he had really found a treasure this time. The demon named Bass was of indescribable value. With his skills, coupled with the increasing manufacturing capacity of Song Zining's Ningyuan Heavy Industry, it meant that

Countless war machines will continue to move from the factory to the front line.

As for the ransom from the Abyss of Darkness, let it go to hell!

Qianye walked around a mining machine and felt more and more pity. Such a big thing cannot be taken away at all, and they may have been assembled or even manufactured in the mine. There are no lifting machinery at all now.

If they can be pulled to the ground, they will have to be buried with this mine.

Otherwise, if you drive this thing to the front line, ordinary force guns will not be able to penetrate its shell. The load-bearing capacity of the roof can fully support the heavy artillery and fire directly, which is equivalent to a mobile fort.

However, in addition to these giant mining machines, there are also many other gains. For example, the nearly a hundred heavy-duty trucks in the parking lot next to the mine can be used as various military special vehicles with slight modifications.

Qianye bent down, grabbed a handful of black stones from the ground, and crushed them carefully in his hands. These were ordinary black stones, there was nothing special about them, and even if there were any, he couldn't identify them.

Qianye shook his head, clapped his hands, and threw the powder on the ground. No matter what secrets the dark race has in this area, they will always know it after they occupy enough places.

At this time, more than a dozen dark fire warriors appeared at the upper edge of the mine. Each of them pushed a large wooden barrel and threw it down the mine. The barrel rolled and bounced, and then fell to pieces at the bottom of the pit. A pungent smell suddenly filled the air.

spread.

The wooden barrel was filled with purified black stone powder and added with oil-based combustion accelerant. This is the power source of heavy-duty trucks and can burn for a long time. A moment later, another dark fire warrior appeared in the other direction, also pushing down ten

Several fuel barrels.

Qianye stopped stopping and easily climbed up the edge of the pit, exiting the mine that was a hundred meters deep.

Ah Qi saw Qianye from a distance and ran over, saying, "Master, the important supplies have been inventoried and loaded into trucks. However, our number is limited, and there are still thirty trucks that cannot be driven away."

"Destroy everything that cannot be taken away."

Ah Qi nodded and took the order. Ah Jiu also rushed over after a while and said: "Master, all the important prisoners have been loaded into the truck and are ready to go at any time. There are still hundreds of worthless prisoners. What do you think we should do with them?"

Do you want to push them all into the mine?"

Qianye shook his head and said: "It's not necessary, we still need someone to send a message to Stuka. Just tie them up and throw them aside, and then don't worry about them."

Ah Jiu answered yes, and then said: "The mines are all set up, and our people have all evacuated to a safe area. When will the fire be started?"

"That's it now." Qianye said, taking out an incendiary grenade that he had prepared long ago and throwing it with all his strength.

The grenade reflected the sunlight and turned into a shining meteor, flying nearly a thousand meters away and falling into the center of the mine. A ball of flames bloomed at the bottom of the pit, immediately igniting the fuel flowing everywhere, and several fire dragons rolled and rushed in all directions. In the blink of an eye,

Suddenly, the huge mine turned into a prison of fire.

"It's all over, let's go."

Qianye turned around and walked out of the mine. Behind him, there was a sudden earth-shaking explosion. Several huge metal parts flew hundreds of meters into the air, and then fell again.

That was the last glory of several giant mine carts.

At this moment, somewhere in the distance, a majestic castle is standing on the top of a mountain. Regardless of its scale, history, and heritage, it is beyond the reach of Count Stuka's castle. In the main building of the castle, Nighteye is standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the distance.

Skyrim.

At this time, it shouldn't be dark yet.

At the end of the sky, there is a huge shadow floating in the sky, occupying almost half of the sky in the field of vision. It is the Western Continent, which is called the Beacon Continent by the dark races. The sun is behind the shadow at the moment, outlining a dazzling golden edge for the floating continent.

On the other side of the sky, there is a large shadow slowly moving towards it.

This is a unique scenery in the Realm of Eternal Night. It always looks so magnificent and so despairing.

Nighteye stood quietly like this, motionless, like a statue.

At this moment, the door opened and a woman who was taller than Ye Tong walked in. She had light golden short hair, a pair of cold eyes that could draw out a person's soul, and a beautiful face.

There is an indescribable color.

"Twilight, let me tell you for the last time, I don't want to be disturbed at this time. If you come here uninvited like this again, I will crush your blood core." Ye Tong's voice was as cold as ice.

Dusk seemed not to hear Ye Tong's threat at all, and walked directly to Ye Tong, stood side by side with her, looked at the magnificent scenery of the sky, and said: "As expected, he is indeed a native species who has awakened the blood of the ancestor. He has just become the third generation.

Wait for the viscount to dare to say such words to me who is about to be promoted to earl. My dear sister, should I call you brave or stupid? "

Ye Tong still said coldly: "If you think I'm bluffing, you might as well give it a try."

Dusk turned her head, took a deep look at Nighteye with her blood-colored eyes, then shrugged and said, "Well, I'm not interested in this kind of battle. Our Monroe clan has suffered a lot recently, and there is no need to kill each other anymore.

I’m just curious, you come to Yongye Continent every once in a while, what is it about here that attracts you?”

"This has nothing to do with you."

Dusk suddenly smiled, and she keenly felt that there was a slight change in Ye Tong's tone. This change was extremely subtle, and it could be perceived that it was her specialty. No matter how small the change was, as long as it was meaningful, it would not escape her capture.

So she decided to continue the topic.


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