Year 149 of the Draconic Calendar, the end of winter, December 25th.
The old year was over, and Christmas had arrived.
Christmas was the first day of the first month, the birthday of the Holy Celestial Emperor Danny Rize.
Her birth was the beginning of the year, the first day of spring, the Spring Festival of all races and countries.
On the Sword God airship flying toward Slaver's Bay, the deck under the magic barrier was calm and windless. Men and women in luxurious clothes held wine glasses and whispered to each other, laughing heartily as the symphony orchestra played at the bow.
"Is the effect of the Spring Potion that good? Catelyn, you haven't changed at all, but I've become a haggard old woman. No, Danny, you must give me a bottle. "
On the port side, Asha, in a brown velvet coat, held the face of Mrs. Stark and pinched it left and right, and then pulled the mistress of Casterly Rock City to yell at her.
"Joffrey has formed a 200-person alchemy research team. When the formula is cracked, I'll give each of you a bottle," Danny said with a smile.
"The Magic Academy of Oldtown University is also researching this potion. It's been 15 years, and they still haven't succeeded.
I have to admit that the alchemy of the other world is several generations ahead of us, "Jenny Tully said with emotion.
She was now the deputy dean of the Knight Academy of Oldtown University.
"Didn't the scholars steal?" Asha asked.
"Scholars stealing technology is not stealing." The deputy dean explained out of habit, then shook her head and smiled bitterly. "It's easier to borrow technology from ordinary people, but the warlocks have powerful detection and defense magic. It's difficult to get close."
"Don't worry. Looking at the situation, the celestial sphere will not end in a short time." Asha raised her chin to the distant sky and said with a smile.
The ladies nearby also looked to the north. The huge celestial body had covered a quarter of the sky, and they could even distinguish the sea and land on the planet with telescopes.
"There are now two suns in the demon hunter world. One is bright, and the other is just a faint disk. The dim one is our sun," Danny said.
Catelyn pointed to a small but obvious black dot in the sky in the west. "That seems to be a planet too."
Dania nodded. "That's right, the third star is also here, and there may be more stars after that.
But don't worry, according to the history of the demon hunter world, the convergence of many stars is a normal phenomenon.
Fifteen hundred years ago, planets of all colors and sizes completely covered the sky. Many supernatural creatures fell like rain, entering the world of demon hunters from all corners. Ghouls, gargoyles, bloodthorn corpses, they all appeared at that time. "
"Can monsters enter our world at will?" The Countess of Darry City covered her mouth and exclaimed.
"No, our world only has one entrance and exit, and that is the North Pole. No one can break through from other places," Danny said.
"Mother of God bless us, Mother of God bless us!" the Countess said.
"Pop —" A crisp sound like a bubble bursting suddenly came. Two kilometers in front of him, a purple-black gap in the shape of a mouth could be seen with the naked eye.
Anyone on the airship with a bit of magic talent could feel the strong spatial fluctuations.
Everyone was dumbfounded. "Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" Several figures fell out of the crack.
"Ah, ancestors bless us, we have crossed into the world of the Seven Gods!"
One of them screamed, and a pair of light golden wings of holy light popped out from his back. It was Meng Zazi, and he quickly caught up with his partners below, holding one in each hand.
"Wings of holy light, it's a Paladin." Asha put down her wine glass and walked quickly to the bow of the ship.
The other party also saw the airship in the sky, carrying two people and another man with bat wings to the deck.
"The crazy prince Brandon?!" A few hundred meters away, a dozen people exclaimed.
"And Geralt?"
"Ah, Joffrey, Danny, Jenny, it's you!"
Sure enough, the middle-aged man with a sword on his back was Brandon. He was also carrying Geralt, the demon hunter, and another female demon hunter with short gray hair.
"Uh, are you having a cocktail party in the sky?" Geralt looked a little embarrassed when he met his old friends again.
Danny turned sideways and said a few words to the captain. Immediately, a group of waiters came over and whispered to the guests that were gathered together.
"You finally brought them here." She carefully looked at the female demon hunter and said meaningfully.
"This was an accident." Brandon glanced at Ciri who was looking around curiously and sighed, "We were being chased by the Wild Hunters, and in a panic, we opened a random portal and didn't expect to return to our hometown."
"Maybe this is fate."
Ciri said something that even she found strange.
After saying that, she was stunned.
Danny glanced at Astapor in the southeast, and could already see the vague shadow of the pyramid.
"Who are the Wild Hunters?" She changed the topic.
Geralt looked serious and said, "A group of demons that can't be killed, Ayn Hill is the spiritual projection of the elves.
As long as Ciri opens the world gate, even if it's a few worlds away, the elves can sense the waves of the ancient blood, then locate the coordinates and cross worlds to find us.
We have been fighting with the Wild Hunters for the past few years, and I don't know if they will find us here. "
"Hehe, now that you are here, you don't have to worry about the Wild Hunters anymore. Let me introduce you to this friend. "
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"Regis greets Your Majesty, I am a vampire." In the palace at the top of the great pyramid of Astapor, a thin-faced man with a severely receding hairline bowed elegantly to the young woman on the throne.
"Ah, he's a vampire? Vampires don't go to hell, but dare to meet Her Majesty the Celestial Emperor. " Many guests in the hall exclaimed softly.
Danny glanced at the people below and smiled, "Arrogance and prejudice are the major flaws of humans, and I can't avoid it.
Vampires like you who are upright enough to comprehend the power of holy light are the best propaganda for the doctrine of the equality of girls. "
"What, this vampire is a priest of holy light?" The guests in the hall almost dropped their jaws.
"Greetings, Your Majesty, Demon Hunter Geralt of Livia."
"Hello, Geralt." Danny smiled and nodded.
"Greetings, Your Majesty." Ciri's etiquette was also very standard.
"Ciri, we finally meet." Danny was smiling, but her eyes were very complicated.
In front of her was not a female demon hunter. Through time and space, there seemed to be several shadows talking to her, including Laura.
"Haven't we met before?" Ciri asked, puzzled.
"Is that so?" Danny frowned and thought, "Maybe you have seen me before, but this is the first time I've seen you."
All the guests were at a loss when they heard this.
"Ciri, I think you should introduce all your titles to everyone, let them know that you are not an ordinary person." Danny continued.
Ciri did not understand, but she bowed again and said with her head held high, "I am Nilfgaardian and Cintra, Princess Brugg and Countess Sodden, the successor of Skellig Island, Lord of Atri and Aber Yara. Greetings, Your Majesty the Celestial Emperor."
"Hahahaha …" Danny could not help but laugh. She turned to the white-bearded silver-armored knight and said, "How is it, Sir Barristan, what do you think?"
The white-bearded old knight also could not help but laugh. He said to the confused demon hunter, "Don't mind, the Empress is just joking with you.
Your experience is actually very similar to hers. She also carried a long list of titles, but seemed to have nothing. "
Ciri could only laugh awkwardly. As for the other guests, those who understood smiled and clapped, while those who did not clapped awkwardly.
Ciri stepped back, and the last demon hunter took a step forward.
"Ancestor, I am the eldest grandson of Scar Yimont, Brandon. Do you still remember me?" Brandon was so excited that his cheeks were red as he looked at her eagerly.
Danny frowned slightly and sighed, "Bran, you have to work hard. Do more good deeds while you are alive, and accumulate more merit. Only then will you not go to hell after you die."
"Uh …" Bran was stunned and said awkwardly, "I am now a Level Eight Sword Saint at the peak, about to break through to Sword God, and my Fire Witchcraft is half a step away from Demigod …"
"Ah, I didn't expect the mad prince to have such achievements, a dual Demigod in swordsmanship and Witchcraft."
"If that's the case, among Yimont's grandchildren, he is the most promising?! His younger brother, King David, passed away last year when he was only 62 years old. "
"I heard that he is not married yet. Excluding the twenty years he was in a coma, he is only in his forties now, a young talent!"
"Sigh, he impregnated my aunt and gave birth to an illegitimate child, should we …"
The crowd whispered, and the way they looked at Bran gradually changed.
"After the convergence of the Heavenly Spheres, a large number of swordsmanship, witchcraft, and alchemy manuals from other worlds entered our world. In just over twenty years, the number of Demigods has increased by dozens, and the growth is getting faster and faster, far from reaching its peak.
The burden of the world is a little heavy!
So, I have decided to set a threshold for the cultivators, a test. "Ancestor Danny said with a smile.
Brandon had an inexplicable feeling that this test seemed to be very disadvantageous for him.
"What test?" he asked carefully.
"Heavenly Tribulation!"
Upon hearing the name, Bran shuddered.
"I am not afraid to tell you the truth." Danny glanced at the cultivators who were looking at her attentively. "Our world has entered the lower universe, and there are not many resources to be wasted on people who do not contribute to the world."
She raised two fingers. "There are only two kinds of people who are useful to the world. First, you have great merit, and merit itself represents your contribution to human society and the world. Merit can greatly reduce the power of the Heavenly Tribulation, and even reduce it. Second, you are a heavenly god who has comprehended the Song of Laws, and become the pillar of the Sea of Laws. Naturally, it is beneficial to the world."
"Your Majesty, what is the Heavenly Tribulation?" someone asked loudly.
"Lightning strikes, Yin Fire burns the body, astral winds corrode the bones, lust demons bewitch the heart … It mainly tests your heart towards the path and your protective means. When you become a Demigod, there is a Heavenly Tribulation. After you become a Demigod …"
Danny said hesitantly, "After you become a Demigod, there will be a Heavenly Tribulation after a while."
"How long is a while?" someone asked again.
"I have to calculate how many years it takes to comprehend a rule on average," Danny said.
"Heavenly Emperor is merciful." Under the dumbfounded gazes of the people from the other world, a large group of Demigods knelt down and looked up at the Empress on the throne. "Heavenly Emperor is merciful. Please don't use yourself as a reference!"
"It comes once every ten years. We can't survive at all!"
Uh, there were quite a lot of Demigods here for the 150th birthday celebration this time. There were about a hundred of them, and the scene was spectacular.
"Don't be agitated. I said it has to be evenly distributed." Danny comforted them.
"It's useless to be evenly distributed." A Demigod from the Seven Kingdoms howled. "The houses in the King's Landing are so expensive, but once the commoners are evenly distributed with the nobles and rich merchants, they can get two houses per person!"
"Your Majesty, why don't we use the former First True God as a reference?"
Danny looked up and saw that it was her old subject, the God of Whip, Hattar.
Hmm, Hattar's physical body was sanctified, and he was the Punishment Officer of the Underworld.
Not only him, even the Impermanence Arya was here today.
"You mean Lahlo?" Danny had a strange expression.
"Yes." The God of Whip looked at her eagerly.
"Lahlo is the First Flame in the world. He didn't take long to comprehend the Song of Fire back then," Danny reminded him.
"Use the time he took to comprehend the Song of Shadow as a reference." The God of Whip smiled sheepishly.
"Why don't we use the time he took to comprehend the Song of Water as a reference?" Danny was stupefied.
"Lahlo comprehended the Song of Water?" The God of Whip was confused.
"He won't be able to sing the Song of Water in his lifetime. The duration of your Heavenly Tribulation is naturally infinitely long." Danny smiled coldly.
"Uh …"
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