Monarch of Evernight

Night after night, a well-assembled rifle quickly finds its feel. This is not an ordinary force gun, but a special edition of a scorpion needle made by the Red Scorpion Corps and is also a Red Scorpion Warrior's style gear.

The prototype of the gun comes from the Imperial Firebird Group and is characterized by high precision and power, with a force conversion rate of up to 50%, and is a superior in a manufactured nuclear gun. On the other hand, the Scorpion Legion's customized Scorpion Needle Special Edition has been redesigned and adjusted in key areas to improve accuracy and power again, at the expense of relatively slow shooting.

This is also the traditional style of the Red Scorpion, if it doesn't move, it will kill you.

He grabbed the gun handle gently at night and felt familiar with his hands as if his old friends were reunited. Even an accessory was not sold during the most difficult part of his escape. After settling in Lighthouse Town, it was buried in the basement of the bar lobby for a thousand nights and had not been taken out for some time.

Now it's time to use this scorpion needle again.

As a former Red Scorpion, the target of the thousand nights was not the common blood family, but the superior blood family with the title.

Put the scorpion needle behind you for a thousand nights, take out the Cole pistol and put a silencer on it. Then he left the bar and followed his night vision along the scheduled route.

Shortly afterwards, several blood fighters all over the black robe suddenly appeared outside the lighthouse town.

One of them sniffed hard in the air and said in a dull voice: "Night's eye has left, she's heading west, tell Lord Wilde. Let's follow first. ”

A blood soldier next to him said, "West? I remember there was a secret gathering place for the new party. She doesn't want to go to the New Party, does she? If that were the case, it would be another good topic for attack in Parliament. ”

“We don't have to take care of this. Naturally, the big people are worried! All we have to do is uniform the night eyes and bring them back. But if we lose him, it's our responsibility. ”

Blood warriors began to move rapidly to the West, and they gradually dispersed, forming a huge fan-shaped, unmistakable mesh and spreading it in the direction of the night eye exit.

They run faster than the wolves in the wilderness, and such runs last all day and night without rest. This is the warrior of the bloodline, who has a powerful ethnic gift, a natural power, a great natural enemy of mankind.

On the top of a large tree in the distance, a thousand nights are watching the wilderness under the night with a sight glass. The scope is a strange light red field of view, where you can see a burning flame-like figure moving quickly.

This is the multipurpose tactical scope that the Red Scorpion is equipped with, with special patterns for blood and werewolves. Now the night of the millennium turns on a specific nightlight pattern for the blood clan. In this mode, the force of blood characteristic of the hemorrhagic family can be detected, and then a red figure seen at a thousand nights of vision can be formed.

Counting the number of enemies in silence: "One, two... nine in all! Well, it's not as simple as she said! Hunter? ”

He swept the wilderness again and carefully alternated his vision of the Lycans, but did not find any other suspicious targets.

Of those nine blood fighters, there was no trace of the Jazz bloodline, indicating that the fighters were only the first troops and that the main force was still behind them. The same is true of their course of action, not in a hurry to catch up with night vision, but scattered and slowly propelled around, always within tracking range.

This is exactly what the night wants, and he's ready to entertain these black bastards. A thousand nights put away the scope, one rolled down the tree and disappeared into the dark.

At night, a blood fighter walked cautiously into a valley. The valley is small, but the terrain is complex. Inside, there are thorny shrubs and caves. There are many waste-pickers who regard this place as a temporary habitat.

When pickers camp, they habitually set some small traps around them. When they leave, they often do not remove the trap. Over time, this valley becomes a thorn and difficult to navigate.

Dumpster pickers all have a tacit understanding of their own business, and they can see trap marks left behind by others. But the regular blood fighter didn't have the skill to do that, so he was spilled with stinking acid and his calf was caught in a trap just short of walking in the valley.

He has become extremely angry.

This minor injury is nothing to the strong body of the blood family, but the acid and stinking water really disgusts him, you know that the blood family has a natural cleansing habit! But this valley must be carefully examined, because this is a good place to hide, and if Night Eyes is hidden here and he does not find it, waiting for him will be the harshest punishment in the community.

So the bloodline fighter complained and continued to probe.

It would be nice to find a waste-picker, the blood fighters think so. Of course he won't suck the dirty blood that runs through the garbage, but he will certainly take some time to torture these cunning humans!

Walking, the blood fighters suddenly kicked a fine line painted black. If he doesn't pull his leg, the line breaks!

This blood fighter frowned and looked around vigilantly, waiting for the trap to start. As long as he noticed, the little traps set by the waste-pickers couldn't do anything about him.

But just as he opened his eyes and swept around, a silver flame suddenly flashed a few meters away, and the instant light emitted an extremely dazzling light!

Seeing such a strong light in a dark night, the natural blood fighter with powerful night vision screamed and covered his eyes!

He was very experienced in combat and was suddenly attacked and, not thinking about it, immediately rolled over to the side and left his place.

But when he just stood up and was about to force his eyes open to see the surrounding environment, his back suddenly cooled and a sharp blade pierced his heart deeply!

After the blade entered the body, the blood fighter suddenly felt burning pain all over his chest, and he even smelled burning from the air he breathed! In an instant, a flash of electricity flashed through his heart: "Silver on the knife! ”

He struggled in vain, but could not even send out the faintest groan, as a strong hand snapped his throat.

Blood fighters finally realized that they met powerful opponents, perhaps the most annoying vampire hunters. Only a thorough understanding of the bloodline can accurately penetrate the heart with a knife hole and prevent them from calling for help by clicking their throats. Many inexperienced humans cover their mouths and then get bitten by vampires, and even if they end up killing vampires, they become blood slaves themselves.

The blood fighter struggled a few times and fell to the ground and stopped moving.

A thousand nights appeared behind him like a ghost, silently pulling out the knife, and then replenishing him with several knives, which turned the blood fighter over and pryed his lips open to see. There are two complete blood-sucking fangs, which are the hallmark of full membership. And any adult vampire has at least the strength of a second-degree soldier.

Throw two blood-sucking fangs into the backpack with a knife for a thousand nights. Many institutions in the empire buy blood-sucking fangs at high prices as a reward for killing vampires. An official blood fighter, enough to redeem an Imperial Gold coin for a bounty.

They searched each other again at night, loaded some valuable little things into their purses, and nothing else moved. Special tracing devices for blood gas traction are often present on the weapons used by blood clans, and without suitable methods and tools, it is difficult to eliminate them completely. If greed takes it, it's like setting an open target for all of his fellow blood fighters.

After spending a few minutes wiping away the traces of his presence, he took another lap in the valley for a thousand nights, removing several unused tin paper parcels. These small bags can produce strong flashes and are a powerful tool against those dark races with outstanding night-vision capabilities.

After doing this, he left the valley at night. Half an hour later, he had already escaped 20 kilometers and found a hidden cave to hide in.

Wearing tactical gloves for thousands of nights, he cautiously took a bag of silver liquid out of his backpack. He held his breath and blood back and dipped the general's knife inside for a while, then dried it and returned to his sheath. As such, the preparations for the next battle were completed.

Then he closed his eyes for a thousand nights and began to rest. Those simple moves just now made him sweat.

Far away, the night-eye in sickness suddenly stopped. Her left eye turns bloody, and she sees herself in the field of vision with a chain of seventeen pale blooded chains that lead to the distance.

This is the shackle of the blood chain, a powerful secret in pure blood hands. Through the chains of blood, you can connect to the target and rely on multiple blood fighters to work together to suppress both ranks.

The more shackles in the blood chain, the better the compression will be. Although the decline in rank is common to both parties, the power of repression is comparable to that of every linked person. But for the party who applies the shackles of the blood chain, it is possible to suppress the opponent, a truly powerful man, by sacrificing a great deal of cannon ash.

And with the chains of blood, you can't really escape. Blood-chain shackles will direct the two parties to each other anytime, anywhere, and you will never be able to escape unless all the linkers at the other end of the shackle are removed.

Nowadays, the eyes feel lighter all over the body, one of the blood gas chains is fading, obviously the warrior at the other end has been killed.

Night eyes always looked around, “Did he really kill one? This is luck, okay? ”

In her mind, the power of a thousand nights was so low that it was comparable to a warrior whose blood family had just left the newborn ranks. Humans are so fragile.

It's just that humans are pretty cunning, and they're really capable of reproducing. At the dawn of the war, it was said that it was not known how many heroes on the dark side of the ethnic majesty drank hatred under the naval tactics of the people.

Those blood-chained on the other side of the chain were not junior fighters at all, each of whom had the equivalent of five or six levels of human strength. Lv6 is already the Commander of the Imperial Army and can lead nearly a thousand fighters. Only after joining the chains of blood, they were suppressed to the level of second-class soldiers.

In the eyes of the Night Eye, these high-ranking fighters died at the hands of only second-degree fighters at a thousand nights, I'm afraid, without meditation. But her thoughts have come to an end, and the fate of those warriors is not worth taking any more time to think about in her mind.

Night vision continues to walk in the night, quickly moving away.