Monarch of Evernight

But are the veterans, the Red Scorpion captain who detonated the bomb, the Colonel who brought himself into the Red Scorpion guard and died in vain?

No, they must not disappear so silently!

Bite your teeth at night.

There are only two ways to avenge these scorpions. One is to be in the upper echelons of the empire, to hold more power than the masterminds behind the scenes, and then to unravel the truth and bring justice to the dead Red Scorpion fighters. But the thousand nights have now become blood slaves, precarious and impossible to return to human society.

But there's another way! That is to find a way to survive and to find a way to possess powerful force. When the power of the Thousand Nights reaches a certain level, you can include all of them on the hunting list!

Hiding all the important equipment at night, he took a dagger with him, put on a civilian coat, and walked out of the mountains, ready to find a human colony, inquire about the surroundings and see if he could get some outside information.

The preset return coordinates for the lifeboat should be Red Scorpion Headquarters, but it may have been impacted during the trauma of the mother boat, and the star map is damaged. Now we don't know where it fell, we can only look at the unexplored original scenery around us, and we can't really tell the exact location here.

But a day later, a thousand nights came back here. He suffered several more gunshot wounds, including a large focal mark on his arm, a sign of burning from a silver bullet that continued to infiltrate yellow pus.

The faces of the thousand nights were all blurred and grey.

When he went to the city to hear the news, he immediately smelled the unprecedented smell of sweet blood when he saw the crowd. The bloodthirsty thirst in the depths of the body erupted, and the unprepared thousand nights immediately revealed intense blood.

This is the border of the Empire, often with the presence of dark races, so the city defense forces are also particularly vigilant, and a passing patrol team immediately discerns the ethnic scent of the thousands of nights.

In that moment, almost everyone you see becomes the enemy of a thousand nights.

When a thousand nights escape from the crowd, it is already scarred. Though he eventually escaped back to the mountains under cover of the night, Thousand Nights knew that he couldn't stay here anymore.

This is indeed the headquarters of the Red Scorpion, the location of the Yellow Springs Training Camp, Qin Lu, but it is definitely not good news for this thousand nights.

Most of Qin Lu is under the control of the Empire, and only a few marginalized areas remain in the hands of the Dark Race. As long as the identity of Blood Slave of the Thousand Nights is revealed, people will not give him any chance to justify it.

Imagine the same thing when you were still in Red Scorpion for a thousand nights. When you see blood slaves, the first reaction is to shoot them directly. As Captain Red Scorpion taught him, no one can afford the consequences of lightness.

This is the hatred accumulated in the millennium war between the two races, and there is no more than a position, no more than a right.

Sitting slowly behind a tree at night, there was a void in my mind. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in the sides of his ribs and felt licked by the flames.

He jumped up at night, dropped a little something from his underwear, rolled down to the floor and flashed silver. It's a silver empty shell case. He had long forgotten when he had thrown the pouch and had brought it with him until he had come into contact with his skin for thousands of nights from the breakage of his clothes.

That little thing is actually quite rough, and the industrially polished shell can still be recharged, and the array of forces inside has several gaps, which can only achieve 50% energy compression efficiency. But this is the kind of silver bullet that brings burning pain to the body at night, reminding him in this way of his present situation.

Millennial boots suddenly stepped on top, spun their heels hard, nailed them deep underground, and kicked the dirt around them, pushing the pit flat, quickly unable to see anything.

After standing quietly for a while, he finally took a look at the mountain land, picked up his backpack, put on his cap and pulled his hood, and left the mountain area quietly.

At this time, a walking province in the Mid-Continent of the Empire had just said goodbye to the rainy weather that had lasted for several days. In the afternoon cloudy skies open a gap and the sun shines.

The river was sparkling, and the wind and iron columns on the water suspended platform columns struck with sound. It has the shape of a Bifang, a single foot like a crane, which is exactly the end of the Empire's four main valves, the home emblem of the Gaoling Song family.

The buildings in this area are all woodstone structures, tall platforms, pavilions, flying eaves, and the reflections of glass tiles are flowing as if they were to merge with the pristine waters. Everything is nostalgic from too ancient times and very different from the architectural style of bluestone metal in the main city of the Empire.

The upper echelons of the empire are prevalent, and the vast resources they possess are sufficient to support the operation of these sophisticated, slim and seemingly fragile facilities.

Inside the overhang is a large study, not much furnishing, with a desk under long windows. Song Zining sat in front of a pile of documents that had already been processed, leaving only the last unimportant imperial newspaper.

From Song Zining's calm and gentle expression, it is simply not clear that the visitor he has been waiting for is five minutes late. And on his calendar, every thing lasts fifteen minutes, retaining the habit of training nutrients in Yellow Springs.

Song Zining looked at the newspaper in front of him and finally turned it around slightly bored. In the past, he would never waste time looking at this almost personal thing.

A name jumps into view, Lin Chi Night.

Song Zining paused for a few seconds, turned back to the front page, and the paper blew gently. In the blind corner is a text message that the Red Scorpion Corps lost its mission and damaged a third of its Red Scorpion fighters. In the inner page is the list of the dead, of which Lin Qiannight's name is definitely listed.

At this point, the door was knocked and the housekeeper outside whispered the Guest's name.

Song Zi quietly closed the newspaper, put it on the pile of documents already processed, and then stood up, revealing an impeccable smile to the visiting lady.

At the headquarters of the Angel of the Folding Wings, Wei Po Tianzheng laid on the dormitory bed, sleeping perfectly, and the intensive special training of the past seven days had made him choke enough. But hard work was valuable, and he succeeded in distinguishing himself from this new recruit and qualified for the battle for the Folding Angel.

As for his second letter, which he sent prior to the closed training, he remained quiet in the return box at Red Scorpion headquarters, where the letter, which no longer had a recipient, would be sent with the next batch of correspondence, turned over three continents and sent back to the sender.

A day later, in the remote corner of Qin Lu, an Imperial soldier found the fallen airship and also found a place to wake up at night.

The captain had sharp eyes and a strong face full of wind cream. He looked closely at the scene and said an hour later: "He is also being rational, not blood slaves, but newborn blood clans. But his whereabouts have now been lost. ”

“A newborn bloodline, no big deal?” Another officer said.

“Yes, report this, and that's it for us. That ship is military, and I don't want to get mixed up in military matters. ”

Other officers also agreed. The Imperial Army is an immense war beast with many factions and complex relationships. The local guard army and the regular regiment are two systems altogether. Many regular regiments often prefer to recruit local guards as cannon ashes in combat. So the relationship between the two sides does not say that water fires are intolerable, but it is not going anywhere.

A crashed lifeboat, a fleeing newborn tribe, in this ocean of empires, not even a small bubble counts, no one is lazy about this matter. So if there is no implication, this little thing disappears in the vast bureaucracy of the empire.

A few days later, a lonely figure emerged in the region bordering the Empire and the Dark Race. He looked ahead, and a small town appeared on the far horizon, and there was still an old, but rather huge, floating boat parked by the town.

This man was in the midst of a thousand nights, and at first sight he judged the floating boat to be an interstellar floating boat capable of travelling between the continents.

Looks like it, right here.

The town is not marked on the map, nor is there any information about it in all the official information of the Empire. But it does exist. This is the grey area, the border between everlasting night and dawn.

In this small town, Dark Races and Peoples can coexist, provided they have money and sufficient strength to protect themselves.

Walking toward the town at night, a fat man of huge stature stopped him from going.

“Little guy, what are you doing here? ”

Thousand nights looked at Fatty. This fat doorman has three levels!

After a thousand nights, I reassessed the place and said, "I'm looking for gray feathers. ”

“Grey feathers? That's our boss! What do you want with him?” Fatty got a little serious.

“I need a ticket. ”

“To where? ”

“Continent of everlasting nights. ”

“Ahhh!” Fatty screamed, "It's crazy to go there! You didn't do anything terrible, did you? Well, you don't have to answer my question, I'm just curious. Boss Greyfeather said be nice to anyone who wants to go to the mainland forever. But does anyone really want to spend such expensive tickets and smuggle them to that shithole? ”

Fatty whispered and moved his big body toward the town. Behind him for a thousand nights, silently entered the town.

Half a day later, a huge and old floating boat took off hard and took an entire day to leave the land mass and enter the void. Sitting by the starboard window for a thousand nights, through cloudy glass, watching the imperial continent gradually go away. Another few days later, a new continent appeared in the windows.

That's the Continent of Everlasting Nights, where thousands of nights grew up.

Everlasting night, this abandoned earth, alive and there are all creatures whose destiny has been completely forgotten.

The Thousand Nights chose it as his place of abode, where he would continue to fight against destiny, perhaps suppressing the erosion of the blood of darkness, perhaps eventually devoured by the blood of darkness. Either way, the endless night continent will be the setting.

The Continent of Everlasting Night is indeed a shitty place, but now only there can accommodate a divine blood slave.

The world beneath the floating boat remains a shade of dust that is invisible to the sky. Like the mood of a thousand nights, he could no longer choose dawn, but did not want to fall into eternal night, except to dwell in the gray between eternal night and dawn, awaiting the judgment of fate.