Mass Transmigration: I Have an Armory - Chapter 730

One day later, it was past 6 o’clock in the morning.

Haoyue Empire, Yan Family.

The territory of Haoyue Empire is very large. Nanfeng flew for 18 hours and finally arrived at the old house of Yan Family.

“The flying speed is not bad.”

After the upgrade of [Tactical Mecha], the movement speed is greatly improved, and it can fly without consuming magic power.

If it was before the upgrade, Nanfeng would have to fly for at least one and a half to two days for this distance, but now it only takes half a day.

Whoosh! Boom!

Nanfeng landed steadily at the gate of Yan Mansion in a standard superhero landing posture.

The two guards at the door were stunned, and then they all picked up their spears and pointed them at Nanfeng, shouting: “Who is it!?”

Nanfeng stood up, patted the dust on his knees, and smiled: “I am…”

“There is an assassin! Protect the head of the family!”

In an instant, a team of guards ran out of Yan Mansion and rushed towards Nanfeng with murderous intent.

“?” Nanfeng was stunned. What’s going on?

“No, I’m here to find…”

Before he could finish his words, the group of guards surrounded him, and the 40-centimeter machetes were aimed at Nanfeng.

Nanfeng shouted, and the magic power in his body surged, shaking all the guards away.

Then he rushed into the gate of Yan Mansion with a rapid sprint.

“Not good! The assassin broke into Yan Mansion!”

“Quick, protect the head of the family!”

“Protect the young master! Protect the young lady!”

The guards who had just rushed out rushed back to Yan Mansion in a hurry.

But no one noticed that there was one more person among their group of guards.

“There is an assassin! Catch the assassin!” The head of the guards shouted loudly, and the voice spread throughout the Yan Mansion.

Nanfeng was mixed in this group of guards, and his clothes had already become the same as theirs.

He imitated the head of the guards, raised his head and shouted loudly: “Attack the assassin! Hit the assassin!”

For a moment, all the guards stopped, turned their heads, and looked at Nanfeng at the end of the team.

Nanfeng spread his hands and showed a sunny smile: “What, haven’t you heard of BBox? Puchi Ke Da Ci Ke Puchi Ke Da Ci Ke…Curry, go ahead and go ahead~”

“…”

The air suddenly became quiet for two seconds.

The head of the guards yelled: “He is the assassin, hit him!”

“Stop!!” A delicate shout came from a distance.

Everyone turned their heads to look.

Yan Nujiao was standing at the door, wearing a very modern pink pajamas, with messy hair, and looked like she hadn’t woken up yet.

“Miss!”

The guards saluted hurriedly, lowered their heads, and dared not look around.

Yan Nujiao ignored them, but waved to Nanfeng: “Lu Xiaobu, come here quickly.”

Nanfeng squeezed through a group of guards and came to Yan Nujiao.

“Didn’t you say you would arrive at noon? I haven’t even gotten up yet?” Yan Nujiao said, pulling Nanfeng to the backyard.

After setting off yesterday, Nanfeng contacted Yan Nujiao with a mirror and told her in advance that he would come today.

“The time estimate was wrong, and I came early.” Nanfeng stared at Yan Nujiao’s pajamas and asked, “Where did you get this pajamas?”

“Isn’t this made in your Black Crow City?”

Yan Nujiao pouted and said unhappily: “It cost me more than 20,000 copper coins, and you didn’t even give me one.”

“What, made in Black Crow City?” Nanfeng was stunned for a moment, “Has the craftsmanship of Black Crow City reached this level? My turtle, I will also buy two pieces tomorrow.”

“How can you be the city lord? You don’t even know what you have at home.”

Talking about clothes, Yan Nujiao sobered up instantly and said excitedly: “And, what do you have in Black Crow City… suspender dresses! It’s so beautiful, but unfortunately I can’t buy it, you must give me two pieces.”

“Give, give, give, whatever you want, give.”

Oh, it’s just a few clothes, give them away at will!

Most of the modern clothes in Black Crow City are handmade, with extremely low production, and they are in short supply.

However, as the city lord of Nanfeng, it is not a problem to get a few pieces.

“Great.”

Yan Nujiao smiled happily, covering her mouth, and then she remembered that she had not washed up yet, and hurriedly said: “I will go wash up first, you go to the study over there and wait for a while, my father will be here soon.”

Nanfeng nodded, followed the direction of Yan Nujiao’s finger, and saw a room with the words “Study” written on the plaque.

He walked slowly into the study. There was no one in the room, only bookshelves full of books.

Nanfeng’s eyes looked at the top of the bookshelf.

There was a very, very, very thick book alone, and four words were written on the side of the book – [Ancient Book].

“Is this the original of the Ancient Book? It’s actually in the Yan family?”

Nanfeng’s mind moved, took the book down, and quickly flipped through it.

The fonts in the book were crooked, and Nanfeng didn’t recognize any of them, but he had downloaded the translation package produced by the Creator God System before, and he only needed to glance at it to know the meaning.

This book was also copied, not the original of the ancient book, but the content was exactly the same as the original, and it could be regarded as a photocopy of the original.

The content of the book began to record about 280,000 years ago, when the first Chosen One arrived.

What surprised Nanfeng was that the book was also vague about the origin of the Chosen One, and there was not much recorded.

The main content of this book is about the various major events that happened in the primitive world, which is a bit like a chronicle of the primitive world.

The first sentence in the book is: In the 670355th year of the Creation God Calendar, the Chosen One descended on the primitive world, and people called this year the first year of the primitive calendar.

The second sentence is: In the 3rd year of the primitive calendar, the Chosen One and the natives had a fierce conflict, with countless casualties.

There was a lot of blah blah afterwards, all about the fighting between the Chosen One and the natives.

Until the 36th sentence: In the 100th year of the primitive calendar, the Chosen One was defeated.

How did they lose? Why did they lose? There is no record in the book.

But Nanfeng knew that it was because the Chosen One’s lifespan had expired and they died collectively, so they lost.

After that, there was no content about the Chosen One in the book, and it was all content from the primitive world.

For example, in the 3391st year of the primitive calendar, a great evil creature appeared in the Sea of ​​No Form, which caused a tsunami of a thousand meters, and the people were living in misery.

For example, in the 64019th year of the primitive calendar, the strongest man of the human race opened the sky with a sword, and was eventually killed by thunder.

Nanfeng was not interested in these contents. He quickly flipped back and finally found what he wanted to read.

The book records: In the 799955th year of the Creation God Calendar and the 129600th year of the Primordial Calendar, a chosen one descended into the Primordial World.

“This should be the year of Suoyana.” Nanfeng thought secretly.

He suddenly remembered that there were a few lines of words engraved on Suoyana’s statue, which recorded the year when Suoyana became a god.

“I remember it seemed to be… 800036th year of the Creation God Calendar?”

“800036 minus…”

“No, sister, it took her 81 years to become a god?”

“What a loser.”