Monarch of Evernight

At this moment of the millennium, hiding in an abandoned floating boat, the main cabin is only half-cut, and the edge of the tear is a sharp metal blade. Various kinds of waste hang on top of it, floating with the wind, like a messy flag, also blocking sight.

At this moment he looks out through the holes that were originally portable windows, carefully hiding himself completely behind metal walls, including his eyes, and looking out the window into the black lens of only one telescope.

In view, Wilde's figure was dark red and pale, indicating that there were not many dark forces spilling over him. This is the symbol of a truly superior blood family, where the truly powerful can converge blood gas and force and will not be detected by a tactical sight in a district.

Looks like this is what Night Eyes calls the clan with the title. Watch Wilder carefully for a thousand nights, not letting go of even the tiniest parts of his movement.

In the cognition of the Thousand Nights, the upper blood and blood warriors are entirely two different creatures. Blood clans with titles, even the lowest blood knights, are above the seventh level and can never be countered by a thousand nights. Although his opponent was lured into the dump because of his arrogance, he knew he had only one chance.

We have to hit it!

The chance of a thousand nights is that the opponent will not expect a second level human to have a scorpion needle and a magic silver bullet like the Great Killer!

I saw Wilde searching blindly for a thousand nights, several times even turning his back on him, but he never attacked me. All the upper blood families reacted extremely quickly, at a time when Wilde had just entered the dump and was still in the most alarming state, not the best sniping time.

Back in Yellow Springs camp, a thousand nights had learned what patience was, and for him, who had no future, the most significant thing in life at the moment was to kill the superior blood family in front of him.

Wilde's proud sense of smell became a burden in the dump environment. The clue breaks here, and he can only rely on resonance with blood and vitality, eyes and experience to search for his opponent.

But in such a large garbage dump, there are so many objects in so many different shapes that it's easy to stack them together in so many ways as to find someone who's intentionally hiding them.

Wilder walked and suddenly stopped, looking up to the top of the wreckage of a battleship opposite him. A shadowy figure appeared on the ramp, inclined up to halfway through the sky.

“Night vision? I can't believe you came in here!” Wilde looked extremely surprised.

He knew that Night Eyes was special and that people like her would never have stepped into such a filthy place. I didn't expect her to not only come, but also to fight with herself here.

“Why can't I come?” Night eyes coldly said.

Wilder suddenly took off his pencil and threw it on the floor, laughing and saying, "If you're not afraid of dirt, what am I afraid of?" But is this human bug so important to you? ”

After that, Wilder drew a soft sword and shook it straight. The whole person suddenly pulled out of the ground and greeted his eyes at night.

And her eyes pulled out the knife and jumped down from dozens of meters high. In the middle of the air, she suddenly stepped on the wall of the ship, strangely changing direction, and instantly jumped to Wilde's side!

Two people turned into two fictional shadows, sprawling like lightning, not knowing how many memories of an attack were delivered to each other every second, but rarely the sound of a soldier's blade crossing.

The battle between the two sides was observed for a thousand nights, and the eyes were pointed with a telescope.

In the lineage vision, the night eyes have little red light and little contact with the invisible. Thousands of nights frowned, reasonably enough to confirm her human identity, but somehow, he always felt something was wrong.

Thousands of nights and dozens of battles against blood clans, their style of battle rots in the chest. The balance of power, speed and combat skills between blood tribes, especially their inhuman velocity and immense forces that are out of shape, is the most intrinsic distinction between warriors of the same ethnic class. Just looking at the scene, it was clear that the two upper blood families were fighting, but there was no dark force reaction on the night eyes.

Determining that her eyes were human but seeing her fighting in a purely superior blood clan, this scene always made the night unspeakable.

Quietly retreating into the ship's mechanical room for thousands of nights, that space is basically intact and hopefully the shielding effect will remain a bit. He took out the scorpion needle, then very carefully placed the crystal cartridge card in the replenishment bin and pressed a shot of cracked silver into the chamber of the gun.

He waited a few seconds, everything was fine, and the demonic silver bullet was not fluctuated by the dark blood on his body. The process of making scorpion needles is truly top-notch, completely sealed and free of any leaks.

It's good news to see a faint, almost invisible smile at night and to be able to use demonic weapons normally. Then he held the gun handle and slowly injected it into the force.

A dark red stripe illuminates the gun, and the perception of a thousand nights extends as the force travels. At this moment, his force activated the built-in force array component of the scorpion needle a little bit along the stripe, forming a special energy film that wrapped up the mysterious silver bullet.

This is the ability gained during the Thousand Nights in the Second Class: Heavy Duty Warheads.

Heavy duty warheads are a common capability in shooters, but they are useful. That layer of energy film will dramatically increase damage when the warhead fires and bursts. Thousands of nights of force are already extremely concentrated and fierce, so the addition of heavy warheads is even more remarkable. Overlapping with a demonic silver bullet will definitely kill a vampire below the Viscount, if it's the worst hit!

This is a gift for Wilde at Thousand Nights!

After a thorough examination of the entire body at night to confirm that there was no obstruction of movement, it moved quietly inside the ship and quickly drilled out of the other opening. He opened a layer of garbage and slowly poked his head out.

Beneath him, Wilde is in a fight with Night Eyes.

This is a great spot to go into the garbage dump all night long and see it here. The biggest benefit here is that there's a thick layer of rotting organic waste, which is a natural absolute barrier for the bloodline. Even the Count would never perceive a man hiding under the garbage.

As for the stench and filth, the thousand nights do not care. Because he grew up in a dump like this from the moment he remembered. Even without these huge dumps and the waste dumped on the upper continent on a regular basis, he would not have found enough food to keep himself alive.

Covered by garbage, the barrel of the scorpion needle slowly protruded, but just nodded its head, it did not move, and then slowly lowered its pressure, pointing to an open space. And then patiently began to wait for the thousand nights.

Wilder and Night Eyes suddenly split up and stared at each other. Two people were injured at the same time, Wilde was injured on the thigh, a prick penetrated deeply and nailed straight to the thigh bone. And the left arm of the night eye also had a big mouth, deep visible bone.

Wilder suddenly laughed and exaggerated: “You can't run away now! With this smell of blood, wherever you flee, you will be caught by Nightmare fighters! ”

Night's Eyes coldly said, "You really colluded with those stinking big dogs! The glory of the clan has been lost to you! ”

“What do you know? When we pull your father out of that position, I'll see how long you can keep your eyes open! ”

Night vision was about to say something, and suddenly his face changed. A long line of wolves was heard from the outskirts of the dump, followed by several black wolves appearing at the top of the wreckage of a spacecraft.

Thousands of nights away, hundreds of meters away, I can't hear what Night Eyes and Wilder are saying. But when he saw that superior blood clan waving politely to those black wolves, he couldn't help but look!

Werewolves!

This is another major group in the Dark Race, only slightly less powerful than the Bloodline. But from history to the present, and even the foreseeable future, Lycans and bloodlines have been enemies for generations, and sometimes hatred is even stronger than it is with people. So seeing blood and werewolves as if they were in the same position, this is a strange scene.

This adds to the fact that her identity is not so simple that both werewolves and bloodlines need to work together against her.

The appearance of several black wolves is huge in shape, they are all full combatants in the Lycan tribe, and they also have the strength of second-degree soldiers. And one of the black wolves is extraordinarily big, it's four meters from beginning to end, almost two meters tall, and it's almost as big as a lion. This is an elite warrior of the Lycan tribe, with the equivalent of a human level 5 soldier.

At this time, more than a dozen blood fighters finally came after them and emerged from the outskirts of the dump. Although they have only two levels of strength, they are outnumbered. Their positions filled the blank areas of the werewolf warriors, blocking all retreats from the night vision.

The situation turned out to be far worse in a flash, a force that, in contrast, was completely lifeless. Night vision is faster and harder to escape the encirclement. Not to mention, she was injured, and the bloodshed was a sign of the werewolf pursuit. In the wilderness, the Lycans are the best hunters, harder to haunt than the bloodlines.

Thousands of nights had no idea it would be like this, and it seemed that all the high-ranking dark races hidden in the neighborhood had emerged. You know, this place is part of the Imperial Expeditionary Army! The sudden appearance of so many high-ranking Dark Race fighters will surely trigger a strong rebound from the Expeditionary Army, most likely by launching a large army to thoroughly cleanse the area.

Where the Expeditionary Army has passed, it cannot be overstated by charcoal painted with life, nor can it be so for the people.

In areas where the Dark Race has been active, the Expeditionary Army often searches for blood slaves among the local population. Less than half of the blood slaves arrested may have been genuinely contaminated, and the rest are at risk of infection or harbouring blood slaves, and many have even been captured as blood slaves simply because the Expeditionary Officers saw them as inconvenient.

Once the Expeditionary Army has been launched, the Town of Lighthouse is even halfway destroyed.

But the future of Lighthouse Town is not something that can be cared for at a thousand nights. With the blood attacks of darkness becoming more frequent and harder to control, the thousand nights are ready, when he cannot resist bloodthirst and will kill and suck blood, is the moment when he will end his life.

That's also why when you hear of a vampire with a title, you insist on working with Night Eyes. In his mind, it would be a bargain if he could trade his life for the destruction of a superior vampire without knowing when it would stop.

Any commander would not hesitate to trade a second-degree soldier for at least a seven-degree superior vampire.

Moving gently at night, he patiently locked Wilde in.