Monarch of Evernight

Seeing this strange scene, all the werewolves looked around with vigilance, and the few who remained wolf-shaped simply raised their neck hair under a huge sense of danger!

Suddenly there was no wind, and the night appeared extraordinarily quiet, and the darkness was as heavy as it was, crushing against the wolves.

In the silence of the world as if it were an instant silence, there was a sound of footsteps, and every memory seemed to crush the heart and soul of all life.

Then two people walked out of the dark night.

One is a tall, skinny old man with a snowy hair, extra square and long face and deep drops in the corners of his eyes. This is a face with a rich continental look of Apennines that can be remembered at a glance. His white hair did not have a clutter, dripping from either side of his cheek and forming a very decorative flower roll at the end.

The other is a little girl with an unusually sweet face. On pale skin tone, red lips like blood are extra pungent. Girl with long ponytail, black cape collar stands tall, revealing a bloody pattern on the corner, delicate and bizarre.

The old man with white hair softly said, "I didn't expect to see so many wild dogs gathering in such a small place. No wonder you can smell the strong smell from so far away. ”

“And some very interesting things have happened here, as if we had some low-ranking tribes inside?” The girl said.

The old man with white hair raised his head and took a deep breath and said, "Guess what I smelled? It's the finest secret silver smell, oh, dangerous, but with the beauty of death. And refining it is a worthy and true adversary. Oh, this little place is so lively, it's amazing! Is this the call of fate? ”

The young girl looked at the wolves with disgust and said, "If it weren't for the smell on these wild dogs, I could smell the secret silver. ”

Hearing the relentless insults of young girls, the werewolves roared angrily, but their intense intuition of danger kept them from moving forward.

The old man of the werewolf grabbed the wooden wand and took two steps forward, sighing and drinking: "Where are you from? This is the territory of the Nightmare Nation! ”

The old man with white hair smiled and said, "Nightmare, what is that? As for where we come from, that's not what you need to know. A dying old wolf, don't be so curious. Curiosity, that's something that belongs only to young people and superior races. ”

The young girl's eyes fell on her eyes and suddenly she shouted, "What is that? What beautiful blood! ”

The old man with white hair slipped and slowly walked towards his night eyes. Every time he goes further, the werewolves whimper a few steps back. The fear created by huge hierarchical differences prevents them from inculcating the idea of resistance at all.

The old man with white hair went to his eyes at night, stretched out his hand and smeared a little of her blood, put it in his mouth to taste, his face suddenly fluctuated.

He suddenly took a few steps back and laughed exaggerated, waving his hands to express his joy, "This is the taste of the blood of the original ancestors! She woke up to the blood of her original ancestors, a... native species! ”

“The king will be interested in her.” The girl said.

The old man with white hair thought bitterly: "Yes! But the smell of her blood familiarizes me a little, let me think about whose territory is around here... too old for that, always forgetting things... ah! I remember, the closest thing to here is Count Chaos. This little girl has the smell of Chaos in her blood and should be of his pureblood descent! ”

“Chaos?” There is doubt in the eyes of young girls.

"“ An old man, I hear, has an ancient legacy. But he was so drunk all day searching for the secrets of the Black King's treasure that he couldn't even handle his little territory. I hear several of his Viscounts are trying to overthrow him. That seems to be the reason for the infighting. ”

“Sounds like a useless guy. I'm not interested in Chaos, but the smell of these wild dogs is killing me. ”

“Then clean it up, or you do it.” The old man smiled.

“Why always me! ”

The girl complained but did not refuse. Her eyes suddenly turned red, like two shiny rubies. Her lips kept opening, like she was singing something, but there was no sound.

She makes high-frequency voices that are not at all audible to the human ear, in a song-like tone, but in the ear of a werewolf is no different from the call of death!

All the werewolves suddenly mourn in pain, fall and roll desperately!

A few less powerful werewolves had not survived for ten seconds, and their heads suddenly burst. Then the heads of the higher-ranking werewolves blew up, and it was weird and horrible!

Watching this bloody scene, the teenage girl continues to celebrate with an exciting and brutal smile on her sophisticated face like a doll. At this moment, she is like a messenger of death, and whoever hears her voice has been condemned to the destiny of eternal silence!

The wolf lasted 30 seconds and eventually fell. He held his head in his hands, rolled back and forth, and even suffered enough to hit the wall of a spacecraft with his head. The wall welded to the steel plate was smashed out of a pit, but his head was perfectly fine.

But as the girl's tone suddenly rose, the wolf finally made a long and tragic noise, and then bang, his head exploded into a bloody mist!

Only the elder of the werewolf still insists, he can support his body with his staff, pointing horribly at the young girl, trembling: “You... you are Nana...”

“Correct!” The young girl smiled sweetly, reaching out and hitting her finger, and the head of the elder werewolf burst into pieces.

The old man with white hair took out a white handkerchief and covered his nose and said, "Don't you think this will make the wild dog smell worse? ”

“This will make you move faster.” The young girl raised her cheerful little hand to cover her nose as well.

The old man with white hair looked at the injuries to his night eyes and frowned: “She was badly injured and I needed some blood to relieve her so that we could get back in time. ”

“This neighborhood seems to be a small town with only one people, but there is some distance. ”

“No, that's too late. Good thing there's a guy here. I already smell him.” The gray-haired old man stood up and just took two steps and disappeared deep into the dump. The next moment he came out of the darkness with a thousand nights in his hand.

“What a tough and cunning human being. He's not dead yet, otherwise the blood won't be fresh.” The old man with white hair smiled and said.

He pulled a thick sheet of metal from his chest. The metal plate has been completely twisted, with several deep paw marks on it, penetrating shallow from the other side.

Thousands of nights before facing the Lycan leader, this three-centimetre thick atomic alloy sheet was padded in the clothes, otherwise it would have been ripped open. But the mere impact of the power of the werewolf chief broke the ribs in front of his chest at night, and it won't be long before he dies.

The old man threw a thousand nights next to his eyes, ripped his shirt off, and then stretched his hand to the side of his neck and blood poured out immediately.

Night vision suddenly reacts, and every blood family is instinctively sensitive to blood. She sat upside down and her eyes finally opened, but her pupils were all bloody and her mouth gradually stretched out two blood-sucking fangs.

She burst into her body for a thousand nights, biting his neck hard, sucking it in her mouth, and the hot blood not only soothed her thirst, but also quickly relieved the pain all over her body.

At this moment, in the eyes of the old man with white hair, the night eyes even sucked blood so perfectly, I couldn't help but praise him: “You really awaken the native species of the blood of the original ancestors! In addition to the powerful powers of both eyes, it is possible to hide the characteristics of the blood clan perfectly, which was the unique ability of one of the ancestors of the thirteen clans. Which ancestor was it? I have to think about it...”

Nana watched beside her, her breasts were fluctuating, her breathing was getting faster and faster, and she didn't even listen to the old man.

She suddenly grabbed the right hand of a thousand nights and bit him in the wrist artery!

The white-haired old man's sighing stopped and looked stunned at Nana.

Nana sucked a few big mouthful of blood, which made her scream, fell her hand hard for a thousand nights, took a few steps back, and looked at the thousand nights with complexity.

“What do you say?” The old man asked softly. He rarely sees Nana like this.

Nana was a little confused and said, "His blood is sweet, but that's all. But I don't know why, when I smell his blood, I have an impulse to stop myself. I'm going to... give him his first hug! ”

“What?” The gray-haired old man was truly shocked this time. After confirming that Nana was serious, he shook his head with a sigh and said, “It's too late. His blood has been sanctified by this child, she is a native species, and although it is still very low at this moment, neither you nor I can suppress the power of her blood. No one but her can turn this human into a blood family anymore, but if she wakes up now, her condition will never be complete. ”

Nana was still a little confused, licking the blood left over from her lips.

The old man with white hair lifted his eyes and said, "Time to go. If it's too late, we won't be able to soak her in the blood pool. ”

Nana follows the old man and occasionally turns back to look at the thousand nights that have gone completely untouched. She didn't want to, but she went away.

Blood slaves are a way of not returning, and there is nothing that people can do about it, nor can blood families do about it.

The night was finally quiet, as if nothing had happened. But if an informed person sees the presence of a gray-haired old man and a young girl here, it's bound to provoke a big wave.

Marquis Giulio and Nana, even in the lineage of the upper continent, are god killers.

After a long time, it feels like someone is dragging themselves through the night and hearing a blurry voice.

“The boy is finally dead. ”

“Yeah, hurry up and throw it in the burning canyon. I don't want to stay in that place any longer. ”

“Me too. ”