Monarch of Evernight

In another valley, thousands of nights lie in the grass, looking through the gap between the grass leaves to search for forward blood fighters not far away. The blood fighter kicked the silk wire and pulled the machine, the tin paper bag burst open and a bright silver flame ignited.

The blood fighter reacted faster, and as soon as the flash lit, he turned his back and hid, his eyes were not badly damaged. And he quickly retreated, then opened his eyes and began to look for hidden enemies.

Thousands of nights did not give him this buffer opportunity, and as the blood fighters retreated, they jumped and waved and threw a tin bag. When the blood fighter opened his eyes, all he saw was tin paper bags a few meters away in front of him, and then he pulled the silk wire in his hand for thousands of nights, and a flash lit up in front of the blood fighter again!

The blood fighter finally got the hang of it, and he screamed, instinctively covering his eyes.

Thousands of nights pull out the Cole pistol, hold hands tight, and steadily maintain a timely reset each time in a strong rear seat force, firing all seven bullets in the magazine in one breath.

All the bullets poured over the blood fighter's hands and face, and none of them were able to shoot through his blindfolded hands, while the two bullets hit him in the chin were embedded in the jaw and could not penetrate the bone.

A thousand nights in my heart, such a strong body!

This powder weapon cannot be penetrated at this distance, it is the physique of a high blood soldier, that is, the one who the Black Scorpion veteran can resist! If you meet a high-ranking blood fighter at night, there is absolutely no chance of winning.

But in terms of the strength of the dark force and the speed of the imminent reaction, this lineage does have only a second degree of soldier. Does he possess some special and powerful talent? The last trigger was pulled without any hesitation after a thousand nights of telepathy.

Blood fighters were bombarded backwards in a row and screamed. The warheads were all coated with silver, and as soon as they entered the body, they began to corrode the flesh. But Thousand Nights knew that his bullets were only cheap silver-plated bullets, and the real sterling silver bullets were arms controlled material that he couldn't get. Silver-plated bullets aggravated the wounds of the blood-soldiers and did not reach deadly proportions.

A thousand nights together, he swayed the front of the blood warrior, and then circled behind him like a ghost, shoving a silver-soaked knife into his back heart, one through his heart, and then quickly retreated.

The bloodline warrior issued a great long name, struggled for a while, and finally fell.

Thousands of nights finally let loose their breath and then feel deeply tired. The battle lasted a short time, but consumed nearly half of his power. He has exhausted all his skills and means to obtain this result in successive covert calculations.

But the screams of this blood fighter should have spread far away. Other blood families must be more vigilant, and it is not that easy to simply attack.

Continuing to inspect the body at night, he found a gold badge stamped with a crescent moon and scepter in the close pocket of the blood fighter. Never seen this mark before in a thousand nights, perhaps the medallion of an ancient family.

Put away the badge for a thousand nights and turn over some crystal currencies that prevail among the dark races, too.

Finally, the pair of blood-sucking fangs were pryed down at night.

This time he took a closer look. This pair of fangs is longer than he had previously found from lower blood fighters, and is more delicate and crystal clear in texture, with slightly wider holes for sucking blood and injecting venom. Together, these little differences allow the thousand nights to confirm that this is not an ordinary blood family, but a high-ranking vampire warrior.

But why a high-ranking soldier suddenly dropped dramatically from level six to level two, presumably for another reason, perhaps linked to the pursuit of Night Eyes.

Thousands of nights thought about it and left quietly without clearing their tracks, adjusting only one or two of them.

Two high-ranking fighters were killed in a row, and the bloodline with the title would certainly not let go of the hunter. Then these traces can leave some clues to the big blood figure, misleading his judgment of the power of the Thousand Nights.

There are also thousands of nights of scents in these traces that a keen vampire can easily trace. That is the purpose of the thousand nights. His real target is the big man of the bloodline!

In the distance, the night eyes were slightly surprised and the chains broke again. Now she thinks maybe it's time to take a slightly higher look at this little guy called Thousand Nights. He's weak enough, but clearly cunning enough. Kill two elite blood fighters in a row and you can compare them to a skilled vampire hunter.

About half an hour after the departure of the thousand nights, a handsome young man stood in the valley and frowned upon the corpse of the blood fighter. Behind him stood four blood fighters, all fearful at this moment.

Wearing evening gowns, slim fit, tuxedo, tie and linen shirt laces, the man is meticulous in every detail as if he were going to a wine party. In the light of the blood moon, his horse boots looked extraordinarily shiny.

He turned around and looked at the middle-aged blood warrior behind him and said with a grin, "Is this the elite warrior that you have developed? Instead of chasing Night Eyes, two were killed by a weak human! I think you're losing my family's face! ”

The blood fighter whispered, "Lord Wilde, they are suppressed by the yoke of the blood chain. ”

Wilder pointed at the wound in the back of the body and smiled: "Even if they suppress power, they have two levels! See this wound? That human being has only two levels of power. Don't tell me you've trained decades of elite warriors who can't even fight their peers! Are you trying to tell me that little hairy kid who's hiding in a small town opening a bar is actually a warrior with a winged angel? Or from a few other elite regiments? Like a shining sword, a red scorpion, or a flaming soldier? ”

Several blood fighters were unable to speak even after questioning.

Wilder laughed for a while and finally said, "This guy has to die! But with you, I have little confidence. I'll kill him myself! ”

The warrior captain was surprised and quickly persuaded: "My lord! You have to deal with the night vision! ”

Wilder was arrogant: "It's okay, she can't run. Even if she was waiting for me with that guy, do you think a second-degree human being could influence me and her battle? ”

Wilder swept a glance at the four blood fighters, just wanting to say something, and suddenly looked west, slowly showing a slightly distorted smile and saying, "Ah, look what the wonderful smell of holy blood has brought us! It's incredible that the noble and arrogant Miss Night Eyes is closing in on this side. Is she trying to work with that kid? Working with a second-degree human? ”

Wilde has particularly aggravated the word level two.

The blood captain said with a stiff scalp: "Be careful, my lord! ”

“Careful?” Wilde's smile gradually faded, "even if I hadn't caught her eyes, she couldn't escape. There are some big dogs coming up that aren't so popular. This area is their land! ”

“Wolf clan? Miss Hitomi..."

Wilder coldly interrupted the captain's words: “I was ordered to take my night vision back, but I didn't say if it was alive or dead! ”

Wilder did not intend to work with the four fighters, who, in his view, were suppressed to the second level only to drag their hind legs. Although he is also part of the chain of blood chains, he still has five levels of strength, equivalent to the Night Eye Banner Drum.

There was no room for a second-degree bug in his battle with Night Eyes. But he doesn't mind getting rid of that little bug before he fights Night Eyes, which will make him happy and possibly make Night Eyes feel less happy.

Wilder was uncompressed when he thought of that little bug moaning in the bloodstream.

Soon, however, Wilde discovered that the pursuit was unpleasant and very unpleasant.

Wilder followed the scent all the way until he stopped in front of the wreckage of a giant battleship, and his face became extremely ugly.

The wreckage of the giant ship in front of us, as high as 100 meters and more than kilometers long, is the patriarchal main battleship of the main human race after the dawn war. Now it crashes here, completely in the ruins of a small city.

That little bug was obviously very cunning, otherwise he wouldn't have chosen this place as his hideout.

Looking at the dirty environment, smelling the pungent smell of metal and other materials that hadn't been done for a long time, Wilder touched his tormented nose and burst into a power line with a bitter smile.

A complimented battleship deserves its name, and power lines alone can make people bend over.

Wilder bent over for a long time in a huge power line until he reached the other exit and found that the clue that led him here was nothing more than a piece of cloth. But the smell here is much fresher, and that little guy won't be gone for more than 20 minutes.

Wilder went after him immediately. He was fast enough to be invisible, as if a phantom had crossed the wilderness.

A moment later, Wilde suddenly stopped and looked even worse. He can feel it, that little guy hiding in front now. Looks like this is the battlefield that the little guy chose, although in Wilder's eyes, this is more of a cemetery of his choice.

On the other side of the battlefield, Night Eyes arrived. Both she and Wilde can sense each other's existence, but now her face is no better than Wilde's.

The dueling spot of choice for thousands of nights is one of the largest ruins and garbage dumps near Lighthouse Town.

In addition to all kinds of garbage, there have been several abandoned factories, and huge battleship wreckages are everywhere. The area, once a floating boat graveyard before the empire's evacuation, has accumulated over the centuries into a complex junk mountain range.

This place is worse than hell for a superior bloodline who is naturally cleansed and has a very sharp sense of smell.

Wilder looked terribly ugly, but it was never possible for him to give up the pursuit of a thousand nights. Two high-ranking blood fighters have died at the hands of Thousand Nights, and as their superior, Wilde has a responsibility to wash away the shame.

“Bugs, you better hide yourself tight! Don't let me find you!” Wilder muttered and finally stepped into the dump.