Monarch of Evernight

The mission, which took place on another lower continent, was simple, with a small border town occupied by blood. Because there was an imperial secret research base near the town, the Ministry resolutely launched the Red Scorpion after two failed attacks by local troops on the town.

The Red Scorpion mobilized an entire company of 100 Black Scorpion fighters, led by three Red Scorpions. Along with a thousand nights, there are fifty rookies.

Tens of thousands of local troops have also been mobilized to accompany the Red Scorpion operation in the counties to which the town belongs. It was a really massive battle, and many rookies were excited from the start.

A thousand nights aboard an intercontinental, star-class floating boat arrived in the target area after five uninterrupted days of flight.

Jump from the floating boat with the big troops at night, then board the truck waiting for them long enough to proceed to the scheduled position.

As for the offensive plan, it was incredibly simple: the soldiers split up three ways, attacked the city directly, and some of the rebels killed it. And then... and then nothing.

The heavy-duty truck was still so wild and noisy that a whole fleet of giant wheels roared over the wilderness like a pre-historic mammoth flock.

Sitting on a truck for a thousand nights, holding a force rifle, his body swayed slightly as he bounced more than a meter up and down the cabin to maintain balance. Now he's used to riding these blackstone steam powered machines, and he's able to skip things.

Instead of checking the guns as excitedly as the other rookies did, he began to recall the blood family data.

Bloodlines are one of the most dominant races of the Dark Race, and they are called vampires. The true lineage is highly similar to that of humans, all of which are extraordinarily elegant and beautiful, and have a face that humans cannot reach.

They have a long life and powerful power. Theoretically, blood families can survive for more than a thousand years when they reach the rank of Duke. They usually also have the option to sleep for a long time, during which time the blood family's vitality drains extremely slowly. It is said that deep in the blood lands today, there is still a horror that has been sleeping for tens of thousands of years!

The bloodline is unusually dangerous, and they have great power and superb speed, but they are also very intelligent.

Originally invented by people to compensate for the lack of force strength, the method of manufacturing was later stolen by the Dark Race, which also developed the Dark Force powered Force gun. Among them, the most exquisite and luxurious is the blood-made nuclear gun, which is extremely popular in the upper-class society. A blood-made nuclear gun can often be sold at a price.

Finally, it is a unique way of inheriting from the bloodline. They can reproduce heterosexuality with their peers, or they can inject their primitive sperm blood into the human body through a ritual called 'First Embrace’, thus transforming the human race into a blood family. At the same time, human blood is the favorite food of the blood family.

So the blood and the people knew each other the most, and when the Dark Races first ruled the entire world, the blood families were the ones who supported the most. A large number of people have been domesticated to provide blood for the blood of the blood clan. In the eyes of the bloodline, humans are no different from livestock such as pigs and sheep.

In Yellow Springs training camp and Red Scorpion, the blood clan has been killed at night. However, none of them are real blood fighters, and they are small in number, confined by the shackles of the Force, and can only disperse sporadic activities within the Caucus.

Unlike this one, it was a positive war with the bloodlines.

As the heavy truck traveled, the veterans fired three special sterling silver bullets at each rookie.

This force bullet is a solid bullet that can be pressed into the magazine of a force gun. Empty shell casings can be produced industrially or by hand, but only soldiers above the third level can infuse the force and form a complete physical projectile of the force.

These three silver bullets have an extra killing effect on vampires. Only three of them were fired because they were all junkies of the second-degree soldiers, and even if they were given a hundred rounds of nuclear ammunition, a maximum of three times in a single battle could be fired.

The rookies silently pressed silver bullets into their rifles and waited for the battle to begin.

The truck rushes right down to the city 200 meters from the town! Boom and hold, the front and tail of the vehicle are lined up in a long serpentine queue, which can serve as both a roadblock and a good bunker.

Some people on the walls started shooting at trucks with vintage gunpowder, while metal warheads did not penetrate steel sheets as thick as a centimeter. And the Black Scorpion-grade veteran began to fight back, shooting a nuclear bullet at the head of the city, blasting the wall into the sky with the shooter.

The firepower on the walls of the city was suppressed and the rookies jumped out of the cabin immediately after a thousand nights and swept towards the town at full speed under the guidance of the veterans.

The battle was simpler than expected, with the Red Scorpion-level captain at the forefront, and a silver bullet tracking the blood fighters as soon as they showed up.

The Red Scorpion captain had no flares, picked only high-ranking blood fighters to do it, and the average blood group ignored it and threw it all at his men. Black Scorpion-grade warriors will screen again, take out most of the blood families the captain put in, and leave a few for the rookies to practice.

With his hands raised at night and his Force rifle trembling, his live target score has been full of rings, this time no exception. The silver force ejected from the chamber, opening a large hole in the forehead of a vampire. The wound immediately came out of white smoke and was coarse as if it had been burned with strong acid.

The bloodline has become immobile and two more bloodshed have appeared on it. Two rookies couldn't stop shooting expensive silver bullets at dead vampires. And of course, they won't get any military credit.

The Thousand Night rifle flattened rapidly, moving into position, and immediately another shot was fired, blowing a new-faced blood fighter down the roof from afar. Just seconds later, a thousand nights of rifles roared again, and another Blood Warrior went down screaming.

Among the rookies, the performance of the thousand nights was extremely eye-catching. Three gunshots killed three blood fighters, and the record went straight after the Black Scorpion veteran!

Now stepping onto the real battlefield, it's only a thousand nights before you experience the distinction of Yellow Springs Camp.

The brutal training between nine years of life and death has made his combat response part of his physical instincts. In almost any case, a thousand nights will react most correctly and seize the opportunity to rush back.

Yellow Springs Training Camp was meant to train the finest killers, so the fighting style is static or it will kill you. The enemy is almost certain to die as long as a thousand nights catch the opportunity to fight back.

So when we really got to the battlefield, the night began to magnify, and the performance far exceeded the strength data on paper. Not only does it suppress the vast majority of rookies, but even many Black Scorpion veterans behave badly!

This is the true style of Yellow Springs graduates!

With hundreds of blood fighters in the town, it looks like a small clan invasion. The local legions had mobilized tens of thousands of troops and launched two major offensives, losing nearly 10,000 fighters, to nothing.

But as soon as the Red Scorpion Regiment entered the war, it pushed the front like a dead end. Soon after, it captured all the points of the city. The vast majority of the blood fighters were shot on the spot and none of them escaped.

This war has allowed us to understand why the Red Scorpion Corps of just 10,000 regular fighters is staffed with up to 200,000 support staff at various bases. A company of red scorpions equals tens of thousands of Imperial Regular Armies. Differences in force levels are even more pronounced than for local forces.

Empires are pragmatic, even to the point of ruthlessness. The high power of combat directly determines the high and low treatment of the Legion, which is an alternative fairness, and everything is a hero of strength theory. As for the number of people, it was never something to consider.

After the occupation of the town, a shocking scene ensued.

Thousands of people suddenly burst out of several buildings, rushing wildly towards the Red Scorpion and the Imperial Warriors, shaking all over the field of vision with stubborn eyes, white teeth and purple and black lips. These people have completely lost their minds and become beasts who only recognize fresh flesh and blood!

The Red Scorpion fighters seemed to have predicted long ago that instead of stowing their guns, they were using gunpowder guns, and all sorts of machine guns, automatic rifles, and even machine guns were howling for a time, and the metal storm was tearing those crazy people up!

Many of the people who rushed in wore fairly complete Imperial Local Legion uniforms, and were certainly the warriors who had fallen into the city the other day when they attacked!

Most of the local army fighters who followed the Red Scorpion Corps into the city were stunned, but the Red Scorpion fighters were stunned, harvesting their lives cold and efficiently!

“No, stop, that's my brother!” A young local army soldier suddenly screamed at a Red Scorpion captain, reaching for his waist and trying to stop him from shooting.

But the Red Scorpion captain, just on one side, bounced him off the ground, pulled the trigger, and sieved a local army soldier like a madman from across the street.

“You killed my brother! I... I'm going to kill you!” The young soldier shouted angrily, pointing his gun at the Red Scorpion captain.

Captain Red Scorpion's eyes flashed with a cold light, pulled out his pistol like lightning, and blew half the young warrior's head off with one shot!

Captain Red Scorpion glanced at the local soldiers and coldly said, "Are you going to rebel too? ”

The local army fighters were all terrified and immediately denied it.

“Then attack! Those guys are not human anymore, they're blood slaves!” Captain Red Scorpion drank loudly, saying that the flat-ended machine gun in his hand had been lifted and the metal tube in the black hole pointed at them.

At the mercy of Captain Red Scorpion, the soldiers of the local army finally took up their weapons and began shooting with great vigour. Dozens of times the size of the Red Scorpion Regiment, one round at a time, the barrage is quite impressive, and in a blink of an eye, the madman who only knew fit to punch down in pieces.

Captain Red Scorpion nodded satisfactorily, then raised his right fist and drank aloud: “Attention all! Now move freely and kill everyone in this city! Repeat, kill all men, old men, women and children! ”

The order was stunned at night. In his mind, killing warriors and adult men was biblical, but why did he do it to the elderly, women and children?

But in Yellow Springs and Red Scorpion, obedience is the first rule.

With the Force rifle behind you at night, pick up the backup automatic rifle and start searching in the city alley.

He had just turned a junction, and suddenly a teenager ran out of a gate around the corner in front of him.