Monarch of Evernight

Thousands of nights thought the title blood family was also a bit strange. Although it showed only four or five levels of strength, the tactics and response were far superior to the advanced blood fighters.

Associated with the two blood fighters who had previously died in their own hands, it was a mysterious feeling that the superior blood family might be in the same situation, not knowing why it was suppressed. The opponent should also be at least a blood knight, possibly even a Grade 8 jazz.

But a thousand nights await Wilderloose moments.

Looking at the big picture, Wilder finally relieved and smiled: “Miss Night Eyes, now that the big picture is settled, you can't even escape! The Viscount would be very happy and willing to give you a pretty good spot if you would just grab it and persuade your father to give up his resistance, perhaps the Viscount would be a good fit for you? But..."

Wilder's face suddenly sank and he said coldly, "But if you don't cooperate, it's the same with sending your body back to your father. And at that time, I couldn't guarantee what you'd become. You know, our black-haired friends hate the bloodlines so much that they can do anything. Even if you turn into a corpse, you can't escape the treatment you deserve! I don't think our friends care if they die or live. Perhaps you could try waiting for reinforcements, for example, that little second-degree guy..."

The fingertips of the night eyes trembled slightly, obviously extremely angry, she turned her eyes away, her face was full of contempt and she was unwilling to say another word to Wilder.

Her eyes swept around looking for possible escape opportunities. But the Black Giant Wolf and the Blood Warriors blocked all passages, and with the chains locked in, she couldn't get away with the vicious guys on these four legs.

Wilde looked at the night eyes with satisfaction and his eyes began to wander all over her body without hesitation. Even by blood standards, night vision has a castle charm. She is even more naturally enchanted, and no wonder the Viscount's cold-blooded, ambitious personalities have taken an interest in her, trying to take her into a private room despite possible future revenge risks.

“She better resist to the end, so maybe I'll have a chance to try the flavor...” Wilder stroked his jaw and thought out loud.

Just then, a sharp wolf woke up Wilde's dream! He immediately felt his scalp explode, threatening death, and his instincts kept screaming, almost driving him crazy!

Wilder instinctively turned his head in the direction of danger, and his body had begun to take evasive action.

The silver sparkle of the corner of the eye is magnifying!

It's a silver light!

What the bloodline hates the most is silver, and the silver light in the dark often means the worst. As soon as Wilder swept to silver, he instinctively jumped forward and couldn't even think about where this was coming from.

For a moment, Wilder just felt like a big hammer hit his leg, smashing his whole body out, and his right leg immediately lost consciousness.

A thousand nights buried in the garbage layer through the scope, watching a flame of silver light explode, then Wilde's right leg disengaged, flying up, the truncated object hissing, quickly diffusing a layer of black gas. Wilde himself rolled in the air and was blown to the sky by impact.

The gun did not miss, but Wilde reacted so quickly that he was able to do the most correct evasive action at the impossible moment, avoiding the deadly. From this level of tactics alone, he must be at least a jazz.

And the power of the Demonic Silver Bullet is far beyond the imagination of a thousand nights, and this gun with the power boost of "Heavy Warhead" will kill Wilde immediately if it hits his body.

After a thousand nights of regret, he quickly pressed into the second demonic silver bullet, during which his eyes never left the scope. By the time the filling is complete, the Quasi-Star has pointed to Wilde's landing position. This ultimate loading, ultimate targeting, ultimate shooting technique is grinding down after countless hours of hard work.

When Wilde fell to the ground, the second burst of the mysterious silver bullet had come out, turning into a silver light, blowing into his chest!

Wilde, the shooter, had no more room to hide, and he screamed and burst into a big hole in his chest. The burst of silver shine on his face, like a pour of acid, instantly melted Wilder's entire face, revealing Sensen's white bones.

Wilde screamed a dying scream, and an awesome voice pierced the night sky and spread far away.

Thousands of nights also watched calmly for a whole second, making sure that even immersion in the legendary Vampire Original Blood Pool could not save Wilde's life before moving the muzzle, pointing at the werewolf in the other direction.

During the observation and transfer of the gun, he pressed a third demonic silver bullet into the chamber, and then began to drive the tide of the Force wildly, forcing the final force into the scorpion needle, despite severe pain, across the chest area.

In addition to its ability to rapidly improve its strength in the early days, the army's overwhelming ability to recharge the Force Gun faster than any other technique has become a mainstream cultivation method for the Imperial Army lower and middle levels. In this situation, the time difference is the difference between life and death!

Though sudden, even after two shots were fired, his position was exposed at night. Blood fighters quickly jumped at him in hiding, and for a moment there was a loophole in the surrounding circle of night eyes.

Instead of taking the chance to escape, Night Eye bit his teeth, chasing them like ghosts behind a blood warrior, and the knife slammed into his heart. At the same time, two pricks flew out of her hand and shot into a werewolf who wanted to come and pick up the cheap. The poison on the prism seized immediately, and the giant wolf rushed out more than 10 meters, screaming and falling to the ground.

The werewolf leader shouted the trumpet with great anger, and all the werewolves turned their heads into the eyes of the night, while he himself rushed towards the thousand nights. In its mind, the threat of a thousand nights is much greater than that of night vision.

The power of the Demonic Silver Bullet is so powerful that every Dark Race will have the guts to fight!

He watched as the werewolf leader approached at a fast pace, but did not shoot. When a werewolf runs in wolf form, his instincts react more quickly than his blood clan, and he can turn into a dodge at the moment he pulls the trigger. And werewolves are no less physically resilient than the bloodline, and if this gun fails to hit the point, they will be able to recover over time.

“Come on! Goddamn it! Life for life, and money!” Thousands of nights in my heart, staring at the movement trajectory of the werewolf leader, my eyes were cold and calm.

Kill Wilder, Thousand Nights has regained the significance of all life, now if we add another Lycan of Level 5, it will be worth it for the rest of our lives!

That's the military algorithm!

The werewolf leader has rushed into the distance of 10 meters, and suddenly it jumped, emptying out the human form and plunging into the night!

Right now!

A thousand nights is the battle of the werewolves!

He suddenly leaned back, lifted the gun, and pulled the trigger! The timing and angle are precise as if they had been pre-rehearsed.

The magical silver bullet drew a beautiful brilliant silver light in the night sky, instantly shooting into the chest of the werewolf leader!

Then a large piece of silver light flew out of the back of the werewolf leader, leaving a horrible wound the size of a sea bowl! Silver light sprinkled into the air like a fountain, dotted droplets reflecting the strange color of light and land.

The werewolf chief still landed in place, clawing down hard, the scorpion needle flew out of hand, and then the heavy blow hit the chest unhindered for thousands of nights! But this blow did not open the fragile human being as expected, it simply struck him far away!

The chief of the werewolf roared with the fury of the wounded beast and jumped back into the chase for a thousand nights. But it ran just a few meters away, screaming and falling to the ground. The mysterious silver bullet penetrated outdated and has burned all of its internal organs. Its vitality is no longer strong enough to resist destructive forces emanating from the hands of the truly powerful.

Thousands of nights fell dozens of meters away, spraying a breath of blood and losing consciousness.

On another battlefield, Night Eyes was not doing well either, and she finally killed all the blood fighters and untied herself. But at this moment, she also had dozens of wounds, her left calf unnaturally twisted, and her leg bones were bitten by a werewolf.

But there are four werewolves around!

Night's eyes bite her teeth and the intense pain makes her forehead sweaty. Her prick was exhausted, and the only weapon left was the knife of special material. She glanced in the direction of the thousand nights and finally bit her teeth and turned to flee.

There are only two levels of the thousand nights. If you are struck by a werewolf leader, you will surely die.

The power of this group of werewolves is unexpectedly strong, and even if the eyes of the night lift the chains of blood, restoring power will take time. But the werewolves obviously wouldn't leave her any chance. Night's eye was supposed to take the body of a thousand nights and leave him here to turn into a dinner for hateful werewolves. But now she can't care less about him.

The four werewolves followed her behind her eyes slowly, and they were not worried that she would delay. In the event of such serious injury, the Night Eye will consume all of its health before restoring the Power level. It's a werewolf hunting instinct.

Night vision just came out of the dump, suddenly a shadow of nothing came out of the side, crushing her to the ground!

Shadow Wolf!

This is the most ferocious and cunning killer of werewolves, who has arrived long ago and has been ambushed to this day.

Night eyes flashed through despair and then suddenly became fierce. Suddenly from the depths of her eyes came a thick bloodstain, an invisible shock from her eyes and hit the wolf's head hard!

The wolf screamed and the motion stalled for a moment. Night Eyes seize this opportunity and stab the knife hard into the wolf's lower abdomen!

The shadow wolf roared, knifed off her night-eye, then bit her on her arm, and snapped a few screams to bite off all her arms and bones!

When night vision loses its ability to resist and consciousness falls into a coma, it gradually changes its form and becomes a young man with a wild taste. He looked at the wound on his abdomen, looked extremely angry and kicked a few feet in the eye.

“Enough! It wouldn't be worth it if I killed her.” Out of the darkness an old man followed by more than a dozen werewolves behind him.

Shadow Wolf pointed at Night Eyes and said angrily: "But this cold-blooded woman could never give in! And she killed so many of us! ”

“That's something Viscount Duke needs to think about, not us. We need to give him a living night's eye, and he can't be missing any important parts, otherwise the deal won't be complete.” The old man said slowly.

Shadow Wolf's chest fluctuated and looked angrily at her eyes and spit at her with a sip.

Strangely enough, however, the saliva flies halfway, suspends itself in the air and begins to spin slowly.