Night’s Nomenclature

The southwest of the Federation, City 5, blazed with vibrant energy.

A mountain city, where three rivers converged, the city's dazzling lights reflected on the river surface like a dream.

Right in this city, soldiers were gathering from various shadows, purple armbands tied around their arms.

These soldiers, like streams, converged from every corner, surging towards the estate on Ginkgo Mountain.

The buildings on the mountain stood quietly, like unsuspecting giants.

This unit was highly disciplined and decisive in its actions. Whenever new soldiers joined, someone would ask.

"Password!"

"Change the World! Reply!"

"Rivers Ever Flow!"

Gradually, more and more soldiers gathered, and finally they split into two teams. One team was responsible for destroying City 5's power system, while the other continued to attack the Ginkgo Estate!

When they arrived at the foot of Ginkgo Mountain, a master emerged from the shadows, carrying the corpse of a spy: "Taken care of, move on! Decapitate!"

Saying this, the master looked back at the dark hut on the mountain.

That was where the Head of the Family resided, the most mysterious place within the Qing Family.

As usual, the lights in the hut were not on.

It wasn't called the most mysterious place because it hid some powerful weapon, but because, apart from Shadow and a few others, no one could approach the house.

All the servants who served the Head of the Family were deaf-mutes. No one could hear any secrets from there, and the actions of all the servants were controlled by a mysterious person using Sign Language.

At this moment, thousands of soldiers maintained communication silence and charged up the mountain.

Along the way, masters kept emerging from the shadows; they were the ones who had infiltrated earlier to eliminate the spies.

Suddenly, someone raised their right arm in front.

The soldiers behind him immediately crouched down, holding their guns and guarding the surroundings.

One of the masters glanced at the time on his watch.

0:00.

In an instant, the ten thousand lights of City 5 were suddenly extinguished, and the thousands of Cloud Flow Towers that had been operating for years in the city also stopped.

The Ginkgo Estate, like a heavenly palace, was plunged into endless darkness.

When the lights that humanity took for granted all disappeared, the whole world seemed to fall into silence.

Only then did the soldiers start to advance again.

This indicated that the unit responsible for destroying the power supply had succeeded.

In the darkness, the soldiers marched, and only the heavy footsteps remained in the world.

And the sound of pine needles rubbing against each other as they were blown by the wind on both sides of the mountain road and stone steps.

However, before they reached the halfway point, they suddenly saw someone holding an oil lamp, standing at the end of the mountain steps, looking coldly at them.

There was also a boy beside him.

Behind him were dozens of deaf-mutes with their hands tucked in their sleeves.

Everyone had a white chrysanthemum on their chest, commemorating those who had just passed away.

When the soldiers looked up at the end of the stone steps, they didn't know how, but their breath caught in their throats.

They saw the middle-aged man holding the oil lamp stuffing it into the boy's hand, then turning around and making a Sign Language gesture to the deaf-mutes: "Kill them all."

In an instant, dozens of people in the ranks of soldiers suddenly flipped their purple armbands over. The back of the purple armband was pure black, embroidered with a white ginkgo leaf.

Somehow, when they turned the armbands black, the color suddenly had a sad hue, as if bidding farewell to someone.

And the white ginkgo leaf on the black background looked particularly murderous.

The next moment, these dozens of masters hidden among the soldiers began to slaughter.

The deaf-mutes on the mountain leaped into the mountains and disappeared one by one. Several masters at the back of the soldiers' ranks saw that something was wrong and immediately tried to escape, but before they could run far, they saw those deaf-mutes in white linen clothes had already arrived at the foot of the mountain, blocking their way.

The deaf-mutes were expressionless, some even with red eyes, as if they had just cried.

And among the nine masters who were escaping, three of them flipped their armbands at this moment, revealing the black silk and white ginkgo leaves on the back.

The middle-aged man at the end of the mountain road saw this scene and knew that the situation was settled.

Perhaps the person who initiated this bloody mutiny never imagined that there were so many of the Head of the Family's people among his subordinates.

That old man had been in the house for more than ten years, seemingly unconcerned with the world, yet he seemed to know everything, and nothing had escaped his notice.

He whispered to the boy beside him: "Boring."

After speaking, the middle-aged man took the oil lamp from the boy's hand, turned around, and slowly walked up the mountain.

Behind him, the ten thousand lights of City 5 rekindled, as bright as the Milky Way.

It seemed that the power system here had never been destroyed.

The middle-aged man walked to the outside of the hut with the boy and the starlight: "Head of the Family, too weak, I didn't make a move."

The old man in the room said, "Come in. How smart can someone be who would sell off their ancestors' property? If the Qing Family is given to them, it would collapse in less than ten years. They are all people who think they are smart."

The middle-aged man pushed open the wooden door and looked at the old man's back, which had become more stooped in just one night: "If we had found Li Bingxi's wife earlier, perhaps we could have killed Li Bingxi earlier, and Xiao Zhun might not have to apologize."

"No need to apologize," the old man said calmly, "Li Bingxi is cunning and treacherous. It was already very difficult to find the place where his wife was imprisoned. You have made a contribution in this matter. As for Xiao Zhun's matter, even if Li Bingxi had died earlier, it would be difficult to change his outcome. Don't be sad; this is the outcome he chose himself, he has no regrets."

The middle-aged man fell silent.

The old man slowly stood up, beckoned to the boy beside the middle-aged man with a smile: "You are Qing Wu, right? Xiao Zhun mentioned you many times."

The dark-skinned boy took two steps forward, and saw the old man carefully examining him: "Your father followed me for thirty years. Now it's your turn to follow the next Head of the Family. Once you take this step, you cannot turn back. Are you willing?"

Qing Wu nodded: "I am willing. I have met him, and he is indeed stronger than anyone else."

The old man said: "Xiao Zhun mentioned to me that you wanted to see if Qing Chen was qualified, so you asked to become a Shadow Candidate. How is it, have you observed enough?"

Qing Wu shook his head: "He didn't participate much in the Shadow Succession, so I haven't observed him much."

"Then why are you willing to follow him?" the old man asked.

"His ability to step out of the Shadow Succession is a skill in itself," Qing Wu said calmly. This young man showed no humility in front of the Head of the Qingshi Clan, "However, he is not the Head of the Family yet. Before that, I still need to continue my Cultivation. Only when he truly becomes the Head of the Family will I go with him."

The old man sighed: "Your lineage is all martial maniacs, your grandfather was, your father was, and you are too."

The middle-aged man suddenly said: "Being a martial maniac is quite good. You don't have to think about so many troublesome things. Someone tells us what to do, and we do it. In a lifetime, it's enough to do one thing well."

"It's more joyful than us," the old man said softly. He took a silver necklace from his bosom and placed it in the middle-aged man's hand: "From now on, it belongs to you. No regrets?"

The middle-aged man shook his head: "No regrets, I already have Qing Wu. After his mother passed away, I gave up on that idea."

"As you wish. Xiao Zhun wanted to give it to you, perhaps he also knew you wouldn't refuse," the old man said.

"The battle at Forbidden Zone 00 is still going on," the middle-aged man put the Shadow Gate necklace around his neck, "I have been to Forbidden Zone 00, I can go help."

"No need," the old man shook his head.

"Let them fend for themselves?" the middle-aged man asked.

"If they are to die, that is their fate," the old man said, "The people of the Qing Family are too spoiled, which causes them to forget the blood of their ancestors. The people of the Qing Family should be like wolves, but now they have all become sheep, even willing to sell the most important things, what else is there they wouldn't sell? I want a true Qing Family bloodline, not waste."

"What if he dies?" the middle-aged man asked back.

"Then let the Qing Family disappear with him," the old man waved his hand, "I'm tired, go collect the bodies of those at the foot of the mountain."

"Should we kill those who wanted to kill you, I mean..."

"No need," the old man smiled, "Those are excellent whetstones, save them for Qing Chen to kill."

The middle-aged man nodded: "Understood."

Saying that, he turned and left with Qing Wu, carefully closing the wooden door.

In fact, he didn't plan to go to Forbidden Zone 00. Based on his understanding of that Shadow, since the other party knew that he would die in this battle, and yet still dared to bring Qing Chen to the battlefield, it meant that he was certain that Qing Chen would definitely survive.

This was his trust in Shadow, a kind of tacit understanding accumulated over the years.

The middle-aged man walked down the mountain and told his son: "Go into seclusion after going down the mountain. The current situation is not suitable for you to get involved. You are the sword reserved for the next Head of the Family. You cannot unsheathe yet."

"Understood," Qing Wu nodded.

The middle-aged man glanced at the bloody scene at the foot of the mountain and then looked back at the hut.

Perhaps many people had forgotten that the old man was also once Shadow, and he was the final victor among all the Shadows.

The people that Qing Zhun could suppress, the old man could naturally suppress.

Wanting to silently kill into the Ginkgo Estate? Too childish.

Upstream of the Spring Thunder River, a Koshima troop was heading there.

Their mission was to take over the laboratory upstream. This was a deal between the Qing Family and Koshima.

From afar, the laboratory, like a fortress, stood in the wilderness, quietly, as if everyone inside had already left.

The Koshima troop sent drones to scout, but before the drones could get close, a troop quickly attacked.

In the night sky, someone also heard the roar of huge engines overhead. They looked up and saw the Qing Family's Scepter Air Fortress suddenly descending from the sky.

The flying behemoth, like a city, made the Koshima soldiers' scalps tingle.

"Air Fortress! How could there be an Air Fortress here!"

With a loud boom, the Scepter's main electromagnetic cannon immediately erupted, instantly blasting the Koshima troop to smithereens.

In a blink of an eye, the Koshima troop was completely destroyed by the unstoppable Air Fortress, leaving only a handful of more than ten people out of a five-hundred-man troop.

The Scepter didn't stop. The commander on the bridge simply glanced at it and coldly said: "Continue to advance north, let the Escort fleet advance north, and blow up the Koshima F119 and F11 forward bases before leaving."

This commander had personally executed a god-slaying mission. It was he who personally guided the divine scepter in the sky on the Scepter to shatter Prison 18, helping Qing Chen fake his death and take out the Celestial Chessboard.

At this moment, the Scepter went away, and the surviving Koshima troop commander looked into the distance. He had already seen the figures of the ground troops attacking.

When those people approached, he was shocked to recognize Qing Qu!

This ground troop was actually the elite troop under Shadow!

"How are you here?" the commander said, a large piece of shrapnel stuck in his abdomen, he was already dying.

Qing Qu chuckled: "If we're not here, where else could we be?"

"Your Shadow is dead, aren't you going to support?" the commander asked.

Qing Qu shot the commander in the head: "Does Shadow need our support to kill Li Bingxi? Are you underestimating Shadow, or overestimating Li Bingxi?"

When Chen Yu made his move, he used six suns to create a shadowless effect, aiming to prevent the Li Shutong and Shadow troops from appearing on the battlefield through the Shadow Gate.

But in fact, the Shadow troops had no plans for support from the beginning.

Because Shadow knew that in that quarter of an hour, killing a Demi-God was like killing a dog, and he didn't need support.

Qing Qu looked south: "I wonder if that new Boss survived or not. He's quite an interesting person. Don't die, okay."

On the battlefield outside Forbidden Zone 00.

The flying swifts collided one by one with the shells. Some swifts' wings grazed the shells, and they actually cut a large opening in the shells with the power of paper, and also changed the direction of the shells.

Some swifts directly exploded on the shells.

The swifts that Xiaoyu painstakingly folded turned into fireworks. Shrapnel rained down, and Zard protected everyone inside an earth wall to prevent them from being injured by the shrapnel.

Qing Chen said: "Charge directly into their formation, don't stay in place."

"No," Zard suddenly said, "My elder brother hasn't closed his eyes for three days and three nights. He is at the end of his strength now, and we can't leave him alone here."

Qing Chen was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"He doesn't dare to let Xiaoyu come out to face this war, nor does he want Xiaoyu to get blood on his hands. In fact, they should have switched identities three days ago, but he endured without sleeping, determined to hold on until the end of this battle," Zard said, praising him, "So great!"

Qing Chen thought for a moment: "Then move towards him, no matter where, just don't stay in place."

But at this moment, a green dragon suddenly appeared in the night sky, heading straight for Huan Yu. It was a dragon painted by a Chen Family painter, indicating that there were still masters from the Chen Family present!

Qing Chen immediately materialized the black sniper rifle and fired shot after shot at the dragon.

However, the bullets hit the dragon's body, but did not make it disappear.

Qing Chen aimed at its head again, but although he hit it, the bullet only got stuck in the dragon's skull, just like he had not been able to penetrate the Golden Guard's breastplate before.

Ordinary bullets seem to have little effect on Shendai Shikigami and Chen Family paintings.

In an instant, Qing Chen used the Power of Thunder to generate a powerful electromagnetic field in the black sniper rifle's barrel. With a loud bang, the metal bullets in the barrel burst out at an unparalleled speed.

The initial velocity of ordinary bullets is about 850 meters per second, but this 0.5-gram bullet, under electromagnetic acceleration, reached an astonishing 700 meters per second!

This was no longer a sniper rifle.

This was a miniature electromagnetic cannon!

In everyone's eyes, the black sniper rifle's tungsten core armor-piercing bullet directly pierced the dragon's head, and the dragon dissipated in the night sky.

At this time, an earth wall on the ground suddenly turned into a hand, and then gave a thumbs-up to the sky.

Qing Chen: "..."

Zard, this guy, actually gave him a thumbs-up so ostentatiously on the battlefield?

However, Qing Chen didn't have time to deal with this guy. He only felt relieved.

The birth of this miniature electromagnetic cannon would mean that the black sniper rifle in his hand was no longer a chicken rib.

Last time he crossed over and faced Chen Bing, he could have shot and hit, but he was helpless against the other party's Golden Guard.

Because at that time, the black sniper rifle's bullet initial velocity could no longer meet the needs of higher-level battles.

If it was long-range sniping, at ultra-long range, the bullet's flight time in the air was too long. Three seconds was enough for even an ordinary person to easily dodge.

But now it was different. He had an electromagnetic cannon in his hand. The bullets arrived in 700 meters in an instant, and the trajectory was straighter, and he no longer needed such a large amount of calculation!

The black sniper rifle, under the power of thunder, returned to the extraordinary stage.

You know, a real electromagnetic cannon, such as the main electromagnetic cannon of the Qingshan Fortress, can accelerate a 0.0-gram metal projectile to 11,000 meters per second.

This was just the beginning for Qing Chen.

However, Qing Chen roughly calculated that with his current amount of thunder plasma, he could only fire this electromagnetic cannon eight times. Once he exceeded that, the thunder plasma would be exhausted.

"The dragon is dead, quickly take Huan Yu away," Qing Chen said.

"Okay!" Zard was excited, "Boss, can I learn how to use a sniper rifle from you? I think it's cool!"

"Yes! As long as we survive, you can learn whatever you want!" Qing Chen said.

But just as they were speaking, a middle-aged man in the Chen Family troops simultaneously crushed eight scrolls, and eight two-meter-tall Kongo Bodhisattvas materialized out of thin air, heading straight for Huan Yu!

Qingchuzai Kongo, Biduk Kongo, Huangsuiqiu Kongo, Baijingshui Kongo, Chisheng Kongo, Dingchuzai Kongo, Zixian Kongo, Dashen Kongo.

What this person painted were the eight great Kongos, their eyes full of anger. They held Kongo's Demon-Subduing Pestles, with red silk fluttering on their backs. Each one had red hair and a red face, with a ferocious and terrifying appearance.

The ability of this Chen Family painter to achieve ultimate release in one day with one year of hard training was terrifying.

If it were a one-on-one fight, if the Chen Family painter was well-prepared, a single A-Class fighter could kill a field army after ten years of hard work.

You know, whether one could single-handedly annihilate a field army was the definition of a Demi-God in the last Ming Dynasty.

Now, it has been achieved by a Chen Family painter at the A-Class level.

Just as Qing Chen was about to raise his gun to continue shooting, he heard Huan Yu laugh coldly: "It's not your turn to save me!"

As soon as the words fell, Huan Yu took out a backpack from beside him. He had been carrying it since his last time travel, but he hadn't taken it out.

With a rip, the backpack broke.

Hundreds of little jumping frogs hopped out of the backpack and rushed towards the eight great Kongos like madmen.

Zard was so happy he was about to jump up: "See? I folded them! I folded them!"

Qing Chen said in astonishment: "No wonder Huan Yu never took it out..."

Huan Yu suddenly used his left index finger to cut his right palm, blood flowing. His face became pale again.

But Huan Yu stood proudly and said coldly: "Formless!"

The words fell like the clash of gold and iron. Everyone felt that the speed of the little jumping frogs suddenly increased, and the originally closed mouths also opened, revealing the fangs inside!

The originally cute folded paper animals instantly became monstrous creatures!

When the hundreds of little jumping frogs collided with the Kongos, the little jumping frogs clung to the eight great Kongos without fear of death, biting fiercely, tearing the eight great Kongos until they were covered in blood.