Darkness is Coming

Before the speech was over, it was interrupted by thunderous cheers and applause. Countless people screamed and jumped regardless of their image. They couldn't find words to express their feelings. An effective way to express the boiling blood in the heart.

   There is a flame burning in everyone's eyes, which is a kind of breathtaking light. From then on, the residents of Jiangxin Island have a common dream: the dream of Yuanjiang.

   "In order to make that day come, in order to make the song of victory in every corner of the Yuanjiang River, and in order to realize our Yuanjiang Dream, I hereby solemnly swear that all members of the Yuanjian Society will work tirelessly for it and go all out!"

   "We don't need others to sacrifice for our dreams, our dreams come true by ourselves!"

   "Distant Salvation Society!"

Following Yang Xiaoqian's cry, hundreds of people stepped forward, clenched their right fist and hammered their left chest. Among them were members of the Coast Guard, Security Patrol, and various logistics management departments. They would not directly set foot on the battlefield, but they were equally They are soldiers of the Far Savior Society, but they are fighting in different fields, and they will guard the rear for the soldiers who go on the expedition.

   A flag with a black background and a white sword was raised high and fluttered in the wind. A group of chilling and calm young soldiers walked under the high platform under the leadership of Fang Yu and Hu Wenchao and lined up to salute.

   They are the nemesis of mutants, and the dawn of Yuanjiang's famous reputation.

   Another flag with a white scale was erected, and a group of stern-faced soldiers followed Xu Le, walked under the high platform, stood on the right side of the Dawning Squad, and lined up to salute.

   They are the nightmare of traitors and criminals, butchers with the blood of the traitors on their hands, and they hold the balance of life and death in their hands.

  The white square shield flag was raised, and nearly a hundred soldiers stood behind Dawning and Judgment with He Yu.

   They are the strong shields of the compatriots in Yuanjiang, the fearless people who dare to sacrifice themselves, and the hope that is loved by the residents of Jiangxin Island.

  The majestic epic music resounded throughout the island, and the heavy riding camp appeared.

  The modern knights charged high with blood-colored banners inscribed with white lions, and the earth trembled under their iron hooves.

Not to be outdone, Bao Weijia personally carried the five-star red flag and led the 500-strong army of the male barracks to face the heavy cavalry battalion from the other direction.

When everyone stood up to salute and waited for his instructions, Yang Xiaoqian lowered his head slightly and watched all the members of the Yuanjiao Society gather at his feet. His heart was filled with indescribable feelings, a sense of fulfillment, satisfaction, and achievement. like a dream.

With the strength of more than 10,000 people on Jiangxin Island, while trying to meet their living needs as much as possible, it is necessary to train two new armies, the Heavy Cavalry Battalion and the Xiong Barracks, with a total of more than 600 people, and to ensure the dawn, judgment, and hope of the original establishment. The squad, as well as the Coast Guard and the Security Patrol, the Far Rescue Society can be described as ruthless.

  For this reason, during this period of time, not only Yang Xiaoqian had a lot of white hair, but every staff member of every department in the logistics department of the Far Rescue Society worked hard.

  Yuanjiuhui is like a sophisticated and complex machine that never rests. Yang Xiaoqian is the core, while the others are various parts, gears and screws, big and small. Everyone sticks to their posts and does not miss any details.

  Today, this war machine is finally going to open the curtain and run at full force, showing its great power to shock the world.

  Yang Xiaoqian took a deep breath and shouted again: "Distant Salvation Society!"

"exist!"

  All members of the Yuanjiao Society responded in unison, and countless voices converged in one place, making the crowd in the square unable to help clench their fists, wishing they could stand with them and share this supreme glory.

   The figure on the high platform raised his right hand and solemnly swore an oath.

   "Night is coming."

   Countless arms were raised in unison, straight like a spear, forming a dense forest, and thousands of voices swore together.

   "Night is coming."

   "Crisis everywhere."

   "Crisis everywhere."

   "I swear tonight that I will light a bonfire of hope and watch the dawn."

   "I swear tonight that I will light a bonfire of hope and watch the dawn."

  All members of the Yuanjiao Society followed Yang Xiaoqian on the high platform to swear an oath, as if echoing.

   "I will not be vain, I will not be afraid of danger, I will not have disputes, and I will not give up."

"I will not be vain, not afraid of danger, not afraid of disputes, and never give up." Not only the members of the Far Rescue Society were repeating, but several veteran corpse hunters and the girl riding on her father's neck raised their hands Right hand, solemnly swear.

   "I will be the long sword of the people, the lightning that pierces the darkness, the flames against the cold, the light of dawn, the strong shield that guards the homeland."

   "I will be the long sword of the people, the lightning that pierces the darkness, the flames against the cold, the light of dawn, the strong shield that guards the homeland."

  More and more people in the square raised their hands and repeated the oath in a low voice.

   "From now until the last moment of my life!"

   "From now until the last moment of my life!"

  Thousands of people shouted, the momentum was like a landslide like a crack in the ground, and a figure rose from the ground and flew straight into the sky.

   Yang Xiaoqian looked up, the man was walking on a long sword, wearing a white shirt with wide sleeves, his half-long hair was casually **** with an iron hairpin, and he was reaching for the monument.

   "What is Yu Qian going to do?" Yang Xiaoqian was a little worried, Yu Qian's actions at this time were not in the pre-arrangement, which made people confused.

  The middle and high-level people who knew Yu Qian or knew about Yu Qian's Yuanjiao Society held their breath and worried. Even Yang Xiaoqian clenched his fists, secretly praying that Yu Qian would not cause trouble at this critical moment.

  Yu Qian ignored Yang Xiaoqian's hint and Zhang Xinyi's words that reached his ear with his ability, put his hands on the top of the monument, and the two chains on his forehead shone with dim light.

  Yang Xiaoqian seemed to have thought of something, and signaled a few awakened ones who were going to find a way to lift off to stop Yu Qian not to act rashly. Meanwhile, the towering monument began to change.

The    monument was originally built by Qian with steel, otherwise the construction team on Paradise Island at that time would not have been able to make such a monument.

  Yu Qian's awakened second ability enables him not only to control metal, but also to easily shape it. He named this ability "liquid metal".

   The transformation of the monument today perfectly illustrates the use of this ability. The steel that forms the outer layer of the monument is like molten iron juice, turning into a thick liquid, flowing upwards and reshaping.

  The names of the martyrs are still engraved on the monument, and there are no less, but the shape of the monument gradually begins to change.

   After half a minute, two warm liquids rolled down Yu Qian's nose, but he did not stop.

   A minute later, Yu Qian gritted his teeth and endured extreme dizziness, and continued to activate his ability.

  Two minutes later, Yu Qian finally completed the shaping of the monument. He was no longer able to control the long sword hanging in the air, his body was loose, and he fell from the top of the monument.

  The black ghost caught Yu Qian smoothly and brought him to the high platform. Yang Xiaoqian stepped aside, while Yu Qian, whose nose was blood-stained in red and white, stood in the center of the high platform, smiled, pointed to the monument behind him, and said four words.

   "The sword name is Zhenyuan."

   Looking at the monument at this time, the thickness of the left and right sides is reduced, which is shaped like a sword edge, and the center is slightly raised, like a sword ridge. There are two more sides of the sword grid and a sword stem at the top, which are the handle and handguard of the long sword.

   This is the shape of a long sword. From a distance, it looks like a shocking giant sword inserted into the ground of Jiangxin Island.

  The name of the sword is Zhenyuan, and it is always Zhenyuan River.