Monarch of Evernight

Burning Canyon, a place that seems familiar.

It took a thousand nights to remember where I had heard of this place.

Burning Canyon is not far from Yellow Springs Training Camp, where there are plenty of crystalline lizards living. This six-legged crawling monster, up to five meters long, is truly huge. The crystals on them are one of the important ingredients in the manufacture of a force gun.

The criteria for graduation from Yellow Springs training camp are to be able to hunt a crystalline lizard alone and retrieve it. How easy is it to talk about killing a giant lizard with only a dagger? Graduation exams are also part of the high rate of attrition in the Huangquan training camp.

On the other hand, crystal lizards love meat, so they are also the best places to dispose of a variety of corpses in training camps.

When he thought of burning the canyon, he immediately and instinctively shouted: "No! I'm not dead. I'm alive! Put me down! ”

He suddenly sat up and realized it was a dream. For more than a year, he woke up in nightmares every night, so sometimes he couldn't tell if it was real or fantasy.

Looking around for a thousand nights, seeing or late at night, I was still in the dump. A skinny wild dog is biting his feet and dragging them hard.

He grabbed a hard piece of metal and threw it hard. He hit the wild dog's nose and screamed, clamping his tail and fled.

When he moved, he felt nothing on his body, but a slight movement on his chest would tear him apart. He first examined the wounds on his body and found that his left arm had been broken and that his chest ribs had been broken by half, with many large and small wounds on his body.

Surprisingly, however, his injuries were much lighter than expected. Fractured bones are automatically docked together and there are already signs of regrowth. Trauma is no longer bleeding, and many minor cuts have all closed their mouths.

In the body, a thousand nights feel the life force of the males rolling. Apart from the fact that the bones have not yet fully grown, the physical condition is surprisingly good, and the bloodthirst that had prevailed in the middle of the previous battle seems to have disappeared.

A thousand nights suddenly felt two deep wounds on the side of the neck, and the expression solidified.

How did the blood bite you again?

But then he was released. What's the difference between a bite and a bite? It's already contaminated anyway. But the smell from my fingertips made my heart sink again!

It's a light fragrance, very familiar, it's the smell of night eyes!

So far, all the questions have been answered, and the night vision is not just a blood family, but also a different superior blood family.

The special ability of night vision can actually hide all the characteristics belonging to the blood family, it doesn't seem any different from humans, even the body temperature is maintained at the normal human level.

Neither in direct contact with her body for a thousand nights, nor in the field of vision of a tactical scope, can a normal blood family's proper response be seen. This is an incredible ability.

To join forces with an elite bloodline and kill a title bloodline and an elite werewolf? Thousands of nights are so complicated, I don't know if I should be happy or sorry.

Night Eyes was his first partner to join forces when he arrived in the Land of Everlasting Night. Earlier, when Night Eyes returned to the dump, the heart of the thousand nights did beat hard, and he even had a strong emotion. Before the thousands of nights were knocked off, it was seen that the eyes were surrounded by werewolves and blood clans, and the situation was critical.

Even now that she has confirmed that her eyes are blood, she still can't hate herself at night. Nothing else, just for her steadfastness to return and face with herself a powerful and invincible enemy.

Since she can suck her own blood, can she continue to live? Thousands of nights to think.

The cold night breeze blows past with a constant decay. Throwing his head away for a thousand nights and throwing away too many futile thoughts, he suddenly felt something strange on his wrist, and looked up, there were actually two teeth holes there!

A thousand nights of frowning, reaching out and wiping, a strange sweet fragrance from your fingertips, no matter how good the smell, can't change that it is another blood family leaving a blood-sucking mark.

Blood feast? The word surfaced in the heart of a thousand nights.

Blood banquets are a fairly formal ritual of the blood clan.

In fact, the real blood family doesn't like to bite anywhere, anytime. The desire for blood in wartime is more to replenish strength and restore injury, just as humans use all kinds of military stimulants to boost their power.

Daily blood feeding is considered sacred by the blood clans as a private time they communicate with their ancestors to inherit more blood power. So they never share their prey with the rest of the tribe, except for the blood feast.

Blood banquets are equivalent to human salon socialisation and represent intimate relationships, friendly positions, mutual trust, etc. As for the blood feast staple, that human being, mostly a vampire gastronomist, had a particularly good taste of blood, or a special identity and strong enough.

A thousand nights suddenly looked up at the bloody full moon and laughed. “I can't believe I'm qualified to be the main course of a bloody feast! ”

It may not be strange to be the main course, but strangely, he is still alive.

He stood still for a moment and began to carefully probe the surrounding environment. It's an instinct that's been formed for thousands of years, an instinct that has kept him from sneaking up on the battlefield countless times, surviving the danger.

Not far away are the bodies of many werewolves, one of them has a particularly long hand and foot, that characteristic is a shadow wolf!

These werewolves are obviously stronger than the ones they first saw in the thousands of nights, but they all died here, and none of their heads were intact. Blood stains, broken bones and brains all over the ground indicate their cause of death.

Then there was the second suspicion, that several werewolves were already dry, apparently sucked out of blood. It's not common, everyone knows that vampires never drink werewolf blood, not because of taste, but because of faith.

And the residual smell of blood actually made Thousand Nights feel a little familiar. He walked up to the werewolf's body, squatted down and watched carefully. The werewolf's artery was bitten open, but it was not the dental cavities of the blood-sucking fangs that were left behind, but the marks of human bites.

Thousands of nights immediately knew that it was himself who drained the blood of these werewolves.

No wonder I haven't felt bloodthirsty for so long. I had a seizure in a coma. After the crash of the lifeboat, he sucked so much blood for the first time in a thousand nights. He was a little irrelevant and thought, "The blood of darkness is dying, isn't it?" Perhaps the next thirst attack will be the final moment.

When I think of it, I consciously touch the Red Scorpion Knife for a thousand nights, but I feel empty. It was only then that he remembered that when he was shot off by the elite werewolves that all his equipment should have been scattered.

Thousand Nights intends to stand up and find his own knife. In preparation for the sacred moment of ending his life, he still wished to use that army knife from the Red Scorpion.

His eyes fell on the scepter of the werewolf's corpse, at the top of which was a constant glow, and he automatically switched the engraved calendar in his head for a thousand nights, and then one, three days? It was only three days in a coma, no wonder the blood moon still hasn't faded.

Thousands of nights suddenly realize that you have been feeling unusual since you woke up. He first reached over and dialed down the glossy bamboo to make sure it wasn't broken, and then took a brief inside look at his condition.

Sure, something's wrong.

Only three days have passed and the blood moon is not over, but there is no unbearable burning sensation that will inevitably last long after every black attack. If that's because he's sucked enough blood, then the automatic docking of the bones, the semi-healed viscera, and the almost healed trauma indicate that he has a very strong recovery rate, which is in no way normal.

For a moment in the night, he almost thought he had become a blood slave, but he was clear and sane.

Immediately after a thousand nights, he searched for a hidden place, sat down and started driving the Force, and ran the Army TCM to examine the inside of his body.

His internal force fluctuated and had touched the edge of the third level, while the right hand force node showed a clear profile and the barrier could be broken at any moment. As soon as this barrier is breached, the right hand's power node can ignite and truly enter the ranks of Level 3 soldiers.

But at this moment in his body, accompanied by the force, there is a dense dark red energy. This is the blood from the blood of darkness.

The dark blood in the original thousand nights was completely uncontrolled, wandering around in the meridians, constantly eroding and assimilating the surrounding flesh. The past is filled with fire, and when this heat accumulates to a certain degree, it burns the human mind gradually blurring and craves fresh flesh. After nearly a year of struggling with it, the destructive power of this nexus of energy is clear.

But now, that group of nearly inky blood gas is still running, but it doesn't feel any discomfort. If you don't look inside, you almost have to think it's all your energy at night. In addition, there are two special colors in the inky black blood, one purple in the dark red, and the other with a hint of gold.

The consciousness of the thousand nights changed slightly, stopping the operation of the army decisive, so the tide of the Force slowly landed, and the blood of darkness finally subsided. Thousands of nights are just incredible. He tried to control and push that blood gas, and moments later, his whole body shook, and the blood gas poured wildly into his heart, and then it spilled out, and finally condensed two mysterious phrases, a piece of information immediately poured into the consciousness of a thousand nights.

Hematological constitution.

Ophthalmology: dark vision.

Those two symbols are, after all, two abilities belonging to the bloodline.

Hematological constitution guides the blood gas to continuously modify the reinforcing body to improve resilience and recovery speed. And with a lot of blood, the physical recovery rate will increase again, which is also a unique racial advantage of the lineage.

Ophthalmology: Dark vision is an innate ability of many blood families to feel more comfortable in the night than human night vision.

The night somehow watched his body change, but there was no new discovery of how he could run the endoscopic technique. Two distinct energies now flow parallel in his veins, the dawn force in milky white, and the dark red in tri-color interweaving is the force of blood, which is a kind of dark force. The forces of extreme opposition between the two attributes coexist safely today, as if they were natural.

But a thousand nights at least knows that if black blood no longer creates corrosive burning, there should be no thirst for flesh and blood. Does it also mean that he will remain awake and sane at all times? The other two additional capabilities have also filled the night with anticipation.

Destiny finally seems to smile a little bit of goodwill towards a thousand nights!