Dark Blood Age

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There are many satellites surrounding the new world, but most of them are floating debris, forming ring-shaped meteorite zones, and only two large and one smaller satellites can be seen as moons, sometimes two at either end of the night sky, sometimes only one of them, and very rarely three simultaneously under the same night sky.

Tonight, March gathers, a meteor dragging a long comet through the starry sky, through the dust of the nebula, breaking into the ring-shaped small satellite strip and stirring up a series of collision lights.

Things in the sky, apart from some special creatures, rarely pay attention to life on the ground.

The night was quiet, and in some places there was a little rain of leachate, and the clouds followed the cold winds at high altitudes to try to slow down the glow of the moonlight.

Located in the desert of the southern hemisphere, in the direction of the equator to the north, you will find the hot vast jungle, grasslands and endless sea.

This is the edge of the desert, standing on high sand dunes, where dense jungles can already be seen implicitly during the day.

It is home to countless lives and races, reproduced, preyed, lived, migrated and survived in a variety of ways.

The Owkas are undoubtedly the most active category here, accustomed to desert climates and dryness, rough and exuberant lives, and they are still passionate about primitive life when the countries of the more southern continents and the underground dwarfs share elegant and high civilizations.

Working for the kingdom of Heaven and the sea, harassing and even invading the hinterland of the continent, is the foundation on which the Awkas depend for their survival.

Robbery and massacre are also among their hobbies.

Owkas have many clustered tribes, and their status structures are complex, and even neighbouring continental countries often confuse their complex relationships.

On the edge of the desert, by a place known as Lake Meghal, there is a crowd of thousands of Awkas.

Late at night, often their quietest moment, most OKAs are accustomed to falling asleep on warm sand, with only a handful of OKAs surrounded by careless vigilance.

This is a long way from the continental countries, where there are usually very few active enemies to attack them, and they need very little to worry about, except for some creatures in the desert whose horrors are infrequent.

But there seems to be a slight difference this evening.

The clouds covered the last glimmer of the moon, and the earth sank in darkness.

The annoying leaching rain extends from the jungle to the north, falling on the hot sand, and a hint of hazy fog can be felt.

If the vigilantes of the Awkas were to remain extremely vigilant at this time, they might also be able to reluctantly discover that opposite the dark jungle grew out of many double-blooded red eyes that, through the darkness, stared as cold as a beast at a hunting spot for the Awkas.

One pair, two pairs, three pairs... more and more, but quietly.

If it weren't for the cold rain spots falling on the hot sand to steam the cloudy fog, perhaps the Oaks would have found a slight difference, such as the white fog that sprayed out of the nose of an animal who didn't know what it was.

Two of them finally patrolled here, walking and happily discussing the richness of the dinner.

The previous hiccups said: "If we can catch hundreds more two-legged animals, we may not need to make a contribution to the Heavenly Feathers this year. ”

The latter is like infinite peace: “Yeah, yeah, the animal's meat is delicious. It tastes good. When Cherlyn comes back, there's a lot more to the south. If we don't catch it, maybe we'll let Rushead's guys get ahead of us. ”

The previous OKA stared widly and said, "If Rushud's men come hunting on our soil again, I will step on them! ”

The latter Awkaman fell and slammed the saliva spilled out of his mouth: “Our great magic is so weak that we didn't have the courage to fight Rushud. Tonight we proposed just a few words in front of it and it was sent out as a night patrol, really...”

The previous OKA man waved a big hand with only three fingers and said: "Don't say bad things behind the big magic. I heard Cherlyn say that there are OKA people who actually have two legged female animals. Really? ”

The latter OKA man gave a disgusting expression, his huge mouth opened together: “Who knows, think about it, think about it, there is no deformity even tail, there is an OKA people will be afflicted with them, it seems that OKA people are also corrupt. ”

The previous OKA man nodded in disgust and said, “You're right, OKA people can't be corrupted. Remember that female animal we ate tonight? Before the slaughter, he made fun of me and made me look like a wretched beggar. He thought that I wouldn't kill him. It was ridiculous. I slapped him and...”

The last Awka heard the silence in front and asked subconsciously: "So what? ”

Then it sees a dark arrow go through the rain curtain, and it magnifies sharply in its pupils, squeaking, carrying energy, not into its throat.

It stared wide-eyed, thinking that Rushud's men had come to kill him, trying to send an alarm, but the throat was filled with blood water, mixed with mucus saliva and bubbling foam.

Puffing through, it fell into the muddy sand, in the eyes of the dying, and saw in horror the dark jungle, an exotic cavalry well-equipped not less than the land of the mainland, coming out of the fog, rushing into the rain screen and whistling at their gathering camp.

One, one, one, one... An astonishing number of cavalry swept by, rolling past it, the dense and numb arrow rain fell to the south, and a hint of bloody smell flowed one after the other, mixing in the cool rain and drilling into its big nostrils towards the sky.

The strange cavalry had hardly any hesitation. After two rounds of shooting, swords were pulled out, flooding towards the less solid camp, destroying and decaying the sleeping Awkaans instantly collapsed, killing them into rivers.

Screaming, calling for help, alerting, screaming before death... all the time.

The dying patrol Ouca also seemed to hear the collective cheers of the two-legged animals in the camp, then his eyelids gradually pulled down, and finally, he saw a heavily armored cavalry with cold eyes, slowly walking past it, chopping off its head...

Little rain finally stopped, clouds scattered and the moonlight reappeared from the sky.

At this moment, the Awka camp is already a mess, with the cavalry sweeping the battlefield, replenishing the moaning Awka with swords, collecting their supplies, and then concentrating the rescued humans in the other corner to be dealt with by their subsequent professional peers.

They did not chase a small number of fleeing Awkas, and in those directions, another group of horses, a beastly shadow, seemed to be ambushing them, yelling and killing them clean.

Butni wiped away the nasty blood on the blade with the cloth strip handed over by her assistant. She looked at the shadow of the king's flag not far away. The heat after the light rain made her feel slightly chilly.

Not knowing when, the man of the Wang flag, who was getting farther and farther away from her, should have been only a shadow, now seemed to be the true king in the minds of other unknown blood riders.

Almost two months into the new world, in more than 50 days, there was no news of the True King, and she - Asher, the impersonator of the King - had advanced rapidly, and when she was on the planet, she could only lay hands on herself, but now she had let herself look behind her back, unable to catch up.

Behind this wild growth of power, which has been disturbing Boutney for many days, Asher refuses to remove armor in front of herself, or she basically spends little time removing armor.

Does she really think of herself as king?

Butney was worried that Asher was able to rise above herself and others, and would not have been chosen as a sacrifice unless she was in excellent physical condition herself, and that there was another reason only a small group of people knew that her body was flowing with a great deal of the blood of the Immortal King.

This is exactly what Butney fears most, and when Asher becomes strong herself and strengthens a large cavalry with her blood, she has now formed a powerful force that is loyal to her.

If it weren't for the seventeen blood horsemen and the elite King himself, who had transformed himself from the source of his life, the greatest power in his hands, Butni wondered if Asher would shut herself up?

There are many signs of Asher's psychological changes, such as her recall of Valt, who was expelled by the King herself, such as her gradual failure to consult with herself, and the decision of any action plan, perhaps she has consulted with Valt...

Even more angry is that Asher has recently begun to reject the Pledged Blood Clan, and every onslaught, the hardest blood battle, is handed over to the Pledged Blood Clan in an attempt to gradually deplete their side of the force.

All this change made Butney want to reveal her true identity several times, and for that reason she tried to put aside years of grudge and discuss it once, but every time she saw Asher's icy eyes sweep over, Butney didn't know why, there was a frightening sense of oppression.

At this moment, Asher seemed more powerful than the king at the time!

She had little doubt that Asher would kill herself without any hesitation as long as she initiated the impeachment, and the key was that Asher's current strength and power were perfectly within reach.

But she insisted that as soon as the king returned, everything would change.

But where is the king?

Boutney chose temporary indulgence in order to preserve the power of the Pledge Clan.

The blood on the battlefield is getting stronger and stronger, which is the best way for the cavalry to use the Kung Fu method left by Wang to combine the situation in the new world, and according to Asher's personal experiment, it is the best way for everyone to improve.

Each time one kills, their strength deepens.

Butney doesn't know why Ashley is paranoid in choosing to attack a bunch of pig heads instead of moving to warmer supermarket shorelines or inland.

Recently, however, as the blood riders have improved their strength, they have become more and more adapted to the dry desert, just like the pig heads.

These changes have given Butni a strong sense that they seem to have moved away from the traditional category of the bloodline, or that they are beginning to look less and less like the bloodline, not the bloodline, but a group of devourers.

The rescued humans are very heterogeneous, from many countries, led by followers of logistics, assemble to categorize, regardless of ethnicity, as long as they are physically fit to join the bloody rides, they will be chosen to become part of the new forces of Asher, unsuitable, then told of the nearest official Indian camp, giving them simple home-made maps and letting them go by themselves.

Boutney would pick a few people to complement her, but Asher didn't give her much of a chance.

In the distance, he has just killed all the fleeing pigs and recovered his body, especially the irritability in his mind.

He spit his sputum on the ground hatefully, then pulled out a cigarette light and looked toward the crowded campsite. The windy Valt could not help but slap him to death.

Pushing out now started to miss Chu Yun up a bit. At least when Chu Yun was up, it suited his temper very well. Even if the identity of the Immortal King was revealed, the guy seemed to have no shelves at all. He would still steal cigarettes from him. How could he be like that chick who turned over and didn't recognize people?

Fak!

Dirty work, tired work, let his people do it, but not much good for him. These days, he's wondering if he's going to run away with his own people? Follow that chick, you really don't see any good prospects, and the key is that disgusting guy, Valt, who seems to have been hating himself because of that thing on the road and the fact that he exposed his boss in front of that chick.

“Chu Yunsheng, where's your bitch? You're not going to die! ”

Out of the depression, I thought that a lot of the reason he insisted on staying until now was because Chu Yunsheng, some things he couldn't figure out, especially the rapid change in the post-degradation of the new world, he needed to ask Chu Yunsheng this mysterious guy to understand.

Of course, he was angry, but he didn't dare provoke the chick. It was evil. The chick was getting stronger and stronger!

At this moment, he is not the only one complaining, there are many more.

On the far north coast of the desert, in a huge island, sits a group of frustrated people.

Originally, the light emitted from the Far North crossed most of the planet's surface, quickly approaching Chu Yunsheng, which was being dragged by underground dwarves.

It looked like a light, but it seemed to have some kind of computing power, and when it tried to get close to Chu Yun Sheng, it was blocked by a zero-dimensional like a copper wall of iron, and then it flew straight away in front of the three forces burning inside.

Then, it begins a long search, picking out life that meets the computational criteria, following it with light feathers, droplets and all that, long gone by it.

Searching round and round the planet, few lives met its set requirements, several of which seemed to make it hesitate until, at the end of the day, it “discovered” an extremely good quality of life on a huge island, almost unsustainable in its energy.

So it's eager to stick its head in the past, wind and thunder, with “expectations” full of cavities.

On that island, sitting on a smooth stone with a melancholy man with messy hair and a beard that probably hasn't been properly handled for a long, dense period of time.

Opposite him, a young, yellow-haired man on his knees, looking handsome, a white man, being kicked and kicked by several big men.

The man sitting reaches out his hand and tells his men to stop, his face gloomy: “Jack, I asked you to steal an Aboriginal boat, and you... today, you must die. ”

The young man sprayed blood in his nostrils and climbed to the foot of a man, crying out in horror: "Boss Andrew, brother, I, I...”

The man behind him, a black man, kicked his young man's ass, cursing: “Let you steal the boat, you son to steal Second Sister-in-law! ”

The man sitting, Andrew, looked heavy and some of them couldn't hang up. The feeling of being wearing a green hat was really unpleasant. He snorted coldly, indicating that one of his men hurried over to execute the bastard.

After the black man said it, he probably realized he shouldn't have said it directly. Where else could he put it?

Everyone knows about this. When the boss first entered the new world, he was soaked by the water here for a long time. Since then, that thing has been depressed and unpretentious. Sister-in-law, second sister-in-law, third sister-in-law... all of us have fallen asleep.

But nobody dares to do such a thing, this boy really has the balls to go to the second sister-in-law!

“Don't kill me, brother, give me a break! I don't want to die, please, it was she who seduced me, really, yeah, I was forced, brother, it was her...” Little young man saw someone pull out a pistol, soul scattered, nonsense, reveal the truth, just ask for the first chance.

He didn't say anything but fine. As soon as he did, Andrew, who was ambitious to be king, had to rip his mouth off immediately!

Scandal! Scandal!

The man who pulled the gun saw the rush in the boss's eyes. He immediately went forward and couldn't help but say that he shot the young man in the back of the head!

Blood and brains splattered on the feet of Andrew's pants. He shivered in bad luck, cursing a dirty word and looking at another woman who had put a hat on herself. The woman, Cesar, shivered and her face was frightened by her brains and pale.

At this time, the light that came over the sea came to the side of the little young man's head, suddenly “beam” lived, it went through a lot of hard work, so easily to find an excellent product, even better than the first life, how dare you die like this!?

This is the control pivot of the future!

It was too late to fly away, and the energy drained to the minimum, and it had to flash into the poorly qualified man across the street...

Andrew suddenly shook his tiger body, stood up in a loud voice, his eyes diluted, like the outbreak of a small universe, a fierce reign of king's reign, not sure to say to the people: “I, suddenly, I seem to be full of the power of justice! ”

The crowd suddenly made a shout, clamoring wonder and stirring.

Andy Luhu glanced at him and said, “What's wrong? ”

A little gangster pointed carefully at Andrew's crotch, which consisted of several pieces of rags, and exclaimed: "Boss, it's soaring! ”

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This chapter is a little easier. The legendary king's hegemonic aura is finally ready to be written.

^ (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com) and your support is my biggest motivation.)