Monarch of Evernight

He was only eleven or twelve years old, his clothes were gorgeous, and he looked like he was from the city.

The teenager turned around and looked at the thousand nights, stunned.

When the teenager had just run into view, he had been aiming at his head for a thousand nights.

Guns of gunpowder, though not comparable to those of a nuclear force, can still traumatize the bloodline by firing three shots at such close range. However, the trigger felt unusually heavy at night, and it couldn't be pulled off at any moment.

This should be a normal person… I can't help but think about it at night.

Is it necessary to shoot an unarmed, normal teenager without asking? Though that's an order.

Juveniles suddenly stretched their hands out into the night like they wanted to seek asylum. His left cheek was a little dirty, and there was some blood from somewhere unknown. Such situations are common in chaotic battlefields.

The fingers of the thousand nights were loosened slightly and the gunpoint slightly depressed, leaving the juvenile's forehead.

At this moment, the teenager suddenly and herself jumped into the night, acting so agile as not to be human at all! He opened his big mouth, his teeth flowing with abnormal saliva, his eyes staring dead at the arteries on the side of his neck for a thousand nights, his eyes instantly filled with blood silk, and even began to glow red, making him look like nothing!

The muzzle of a thousand nights instantly lifted, pointing again at the young man's eyebrows. The time flow rate seemed to slow down at this moment, and the fingers snapped on the trigger slowly pressed back.

The side suddenly flew out of a big foot and kicked the teenager across and hit the wall dozens of meters away! As soon as he was stunned, the whole teenager adhered to the wall, broke his muscles and then slipped to the floor, leaving a coarse bloody mark.

“rookie! What's the matter with you?" The Red Scorpion captain stepped out of the alley next to him, staring at the night and asking.

“No, nothing, I just... want to see what it's capable of.” Thousands of nights say a little vain.

“That's blood slave! They only have the instincts of the beast. They don't have any special abilities. They don't have to look. Kid, put away your good mind or your curiosity. These things are more dangerous than you can imagine! If you get bitten by them and let their saliva get into the blood, it's best to kill yourself immediately, before I blow your head off with a bullet myself! ”

Captain Red Scorpion's harsh voice showed that he was never kidding.

Thousand Nights said yes, then keep searching. On the way, he killed more than a dozen blood slaves and a hidden vampire. These blood slaves have not been converted for long, they are basically human in appearance, and many of the blood slaves have clean clothes.

But all blood slaves, like wild beasts, are pounding wildly at the sight of a thousand nights, and their desire for flesh and blood has overwhelmed all reason. There are old people in blood slaves, young women, even children of three or four years of age. Whatever they were, they turned into completely irrational beasts at this moment.

Shooting at night, silently counting in your mind, seems to distract you from thinking about whether there are still humans across the street.

Blood slaves are blood consumed by vampires, or are the product of simple bites. Unlike the first embrace, blood slaves do not become a new blood family because there is no sperm blood return from the blood family.

The blood slave's mind is eroded by the vampire's blood poison, turning into half the blood, half the beast's monster. Afterwards, the instinctive desire for flesh and fear of and obedience to the true bloodline will be the whole of their lives.

To date, mankind has remained helpless against the blood-toxicity of the bloodline. After being bitten by vampires, within a day or two, the brain is completely destroyed by blood poison, which is the root cause of losing its mind and becoming a blood slave. This transformation process is irreversible, that the bloodlines themselves cannot recover.

Worst of all, blood slaves are also blood-toxic, even more intense than real blood clans. Those who are bitten by blood slaves will basically become blood slaves. So it's only been a few days since the city collapsed, and there are so many blood slaves in it.

On the dark side of the race, blood slaves are also the lowest level of life, not even cannon ash counts. They will not last long at all and will therefore be used as food for the lower dark races and, in some cases, for raising war beasts.

The fate of blood slaves, both at dawn and at night, is immensely miserable, irreversible and irreversible.

The Greater Qin Empire, as well as other human nations, have a surprisingly consistent attitude towards blood slaves: all blood slaves, or those who have been contaminated with blood poison, are executed.

So among the Dark Races, although the Blood Nation is not the most powerful and not the largest, it has always been regarded by humankind as the greatest enemy. That's why. This is the relationship between food and predators, like natural enemies.

The battle in the town soon came to an end, with all the vampires and blood slaves cleaned up, corpses everywhere in the city and blood running down the streets. Millions of nights of military boots stepped on blood water and made a crackling noise.

“Everybody in town, listen up. Come out and meet me in Central Square! You have 10 minutes. I repeat, you have 10 minutes. Anyone who fails to reach Central Square before the deadline shall be considered blood slaves and shall be executed immediately after being searched! ”

There was a huge sound coming from the chariot's amplifier, swinging back and forth over the small city. A few minutes later, some people walked out of the house and concentrated on Central Square.

Thousands of nights walking down the street, suddenly stopped by a black scorpion veteran.

“Come with me, rookie, it's time for class! ”

Class? I wondered at night, turned around and followed the veteran to Central Square.

Hundreds of people have gathered in Central Square, and they are disturbed. But from the look on his face, it's obvious that he still keeps his mind. Some of them had injuries, and they carefully covered their wounds. But it's not even a thousand nights away, let alone the veterans of the Red Scorpion Corps.

The soldiers of the Red Scorpion Corps and all the rookies appeared around the square, blocking the four-sided corridor.

The veteran who brought the thousand nights turned around and said, "If anybody wants to run, blow their heads off! Do you understand?”

“Understood!”

At that time, a Red Scorpion captain told the division chief who was in charge of directing the operation: "Now let your men search the city and don't let go of any corners! You have... 20 minutes! ”

The division chief was frightened by the 20-minute deadline, but immediately jumped away like a rabbit, greeting his team aloud and allowing them to search the city thoroughly and with the utmost speed.

A moment later, there were sporadic gunshots and occasional screams in the city. Some are hiding from their homes and will be executed as soon as they are searched.

Twenty minutes seemed extraordinarily long, and the city slowly calmed down, with no more gunshots and screams.

When a Red Scorpion captain raised his right hand and pointed at the square, he made a lateral row and cut his throat!

Immediately tremble in the heart of a thousand nights, this is the order of the slaughter!

The gun was lifted without expression, but the trigger was not pulled. Not only at night, many of the rookies' faces became ugly, but the black scorpion veterans looked at these people in the square indifferently or even coldly.

They're all normal people!

Thousands of nights, and many rookies think so.

“Captain! They don't look like blood slaves!” Finally a rookie called out.

Captain Red Scorpion said coldly: "There are several blood slaves in there, others uncertain, possibly polluters, and possibly not. The procedural way to do this is to throw all these people into a specialized black mine and let them dig until they die! But this time we don't have the time, and there are no black mines built specifically around here. So direct execution is the best way, you understand, rookie? ”

The rookie shook his head hard, pointing to a few normal people and shouting, “They're not hurt at all! How could it be blood slaves! ”

“Blood poisoning is not just transmitted through blood, but can be infected as long as you have been in deep contact," said Captain Red Scorpion. This is unlikely, but we can't risk it. Without control and enough time, a blood slave can destroy a city! I can't afford this. I don't think you can afford it any more, rookie! Well, at the cost of your public doubts about my orders, you'll be locked up for 10 days after you close the line, then suspend your Red Scorpion Legion membership until you kill 100 blood slaves yourself! ”

The rookie was instantly pale.

This punishment is basically equivalent to kicking him out of the Red Scorpion Corps, and if he returns to the army, it will probably be difficult to pay attention in the future. Red Scorpion spots are fixed and valuable. Once his spot is vacant, there will be many families watching the spot.

Captain Red Scorpion's eyes swept through all the rookies, his voice became extremely harsh and he drank aloud: "The rookies! This is war! This is war that has lasted thousands of years! You're the only one between us and those dark bastards I live in, and any compromise is betrayal! So put away your ridiculous sympathy and obey orders. Kill all the enemies you see, that's the fate of an Imperial soldier! Now, rookies, raise your guns and shoot! ”

All the rookies' guns were spraying and the trigger was subconsciously pulled at night. His muscles were a little stiff, the gunpowder's impact kept the automatic rifle jumping in his hand, and a metal bullet ejected from the muzzle, tearing the opposite body apart and smashing it.

Between the turns, the magazine that holds eighty rounds has been ejected. A thousand nights of mechanical and skilled moves were exchanged for new magazines, and the shooting continued. When all the rookies emptied the two magazines, there was no one left standing in the square.

When the gunfire stopped for a while, the local army division chief rushed over. He looked at the view on the square, and the fat on his cheek couldn't resist beating a few times, and the cold sweat rolled down. He meets Captain Red Scorpion and whispers for the next move.

“There are still a lot of people hiding in this city, and some of your soldiers seem to have just turned a blind eye to them. ”

Captain Red Scorpion's words made the local division chief sweat, hurrying, "Give me another twenty minutes, no! Ten minutes, I'll dig up the last one here! I promise!”

Captain Red Scorpion looked at the blood on the ground and shook his head and said, “No need. The city has been completely polluted and can no longer be inhabited. So I'll burn it. ”

“Burn... Burn?” The master was stunned on the spot. A small town, even small, is a tremendous asset, just like that?

Captain Red Scorpion nodded, meaning, "Yes, burn it! This is the consequence of having an affair with the bloodline! ”

The master's cold sweat swelled again, nodding his head and waist: "Yes, I understand! Burn it! Burn it now! ”

Trooper trucks roared and slowly left the battlefield.

Looking back at the thousands of nights, the field of vision was full of flames and the ears were explosions that had not yet fully subsided. The town is already in flames and will soon become ruins and history. Cities burned down like this are not uncommon in the history of the Empire.

At this moment, the shoulder of Thousand Nights was suddenly shot...