Monarch of Evernight

A thousand nights walking around the dump found that the scorpion needle had turned into a pile of parts, completely destroying the scrap. He separated the parts and buried them carefully in all corners of the dump.

A scorpion needle is a Red Scorpion weapon, unique to the family, so even a single part cannot be exposed at will, otherwise it will cause endless trouble.

And then the bodies of werewolves, especially those with human bite marks.

But a thousand nights is a bit strange, and werewolves value the race of the group. They do not easily expose the bodies of their people to the wilderness, and so many werewolves die here today, but they never see new werewolves to clean up, indicating what is happening to most of the entire tribe.

At the end of the thousand nights, he found the prism used by the two night eyes, and then cleansed the dagger of a blood fighter, which was his all defensive weapon. As for the little pieces he had brought out, even the Red Scorpion Knife didn't know where they had fallen.

Late at night, the winds in the wilderness are still cold. I wonder if the sword hanging over my head could finally disappear. I looked up at the blood moon occupying the small half of the sky for a thousand nights. I didn't feel a little bloodthirsty or even a little lighter in color. Perhaps the red night will pass in two days.

Dawn will come.

Though the threat of the blood of darkness has been temporarily lifted, caution still needs to be exercised at night and the imperial army and the valves must be avoided as much as possible. The mighty man there is like a cloud, and God knows who will find him with half the blood of darkness.

Thousands of nights go back to Lighthouse Town first. By the count, he hasn't been seen for five days, but the disappearance of a person does not cause much disturbance in a place of perennial turmoil like the mainland.

After a few hours of driving, the lighthouse town appears in front of a thousand nights. The town doesn't seem to have changed much, but the thousand nights seem a little too quiet. It's almost dawn and it's still black near the horizon, but above the dome it starts to turn white with a little light. At this point, at least the waste-pickers should be up and ready to go out and pack.

Instead of walking directly to an open door that has not yet been repaired, the millennium turns to the side, slowly approaching the walls.

From the position where he stood for a thousand nights, the bald sheriff sat on the city floor with his hat resting on his face as if he were sleeping. Apparently, the sheriff can only work nights every day until the gates are repaired. Though the sheriff was sleepy all the time, he knew it was just an illusion. As far as his ability to conceal his dive is concerned, his proximity at night will alert the sheriff.

A slightly further away from the sheriff was chosen for a thousand nights, and he jumped softly and silently onto the wall. Just like this, the thousand nights clearly felt that their ability to jump significantly increased, almost uncontrolled directly past this wall of less than five meters. He was about to head into town and suddenly felt that the sheriff's sleeping position seemed a little unnatural. That posture should be uncomfortable if it lasts a long time.

He lay low at night, almost stuck to the walls of the city and approached the city building. Far away, he smelled a strong, bloody smell. Night vision showed him a bloodstain on the sheriff's chest. Blood stains were already dry, some dark, and almost blended into his black uniform.

The sheriff is dead. He's just a corpse sitting upstairs.

A thousand nights in my heart, I wandered down and hid myself in the shadows.

Although the sheriff is only a minimal officer, he represents the order of the empire. His presence means that the land remains the property of the Empire. So even if the outsiders were stronger than the sheriff, they wouldn't dare kill him easily. Killing the sheriff would be tantamount to challenging the dignity of the Empire, whose Expeditionary Army is not far from here.

Looking into the town for a thousand nights, he took a deep breath and found himself more sensitive to the breath of blood in his life. The good news is that the smell of flesh and blood definitely stopped causing him any symptoms of thirst.

But after a thousand nights of utter unhappiness, I found that the blood in the town was half gone!

Jumping down the town walls for thousands of nights, he first circled around several familiar ordinary residential houses nearby, making sure he slept inside or was a native, and then dived over to his own Manche Chahua Bar, not far away.

The bar is a mess, with just a few days of doors crooked on one side, windows not intact, and all the furniture inside turned into a pile of pieces, including several shocking bloodstains.

But from the direction of the bedroom, there was a loud snoring, even through the hallway, echoing back into the lobby.

Instead of passing directly through the thousand nights, he went around the back door to enter the bar and walked silently into the residential area, where there was no movement in the rooms on either side and the voice was in his own bedroom.

A young man with a hunting gun leaned on the couch and slept well. This guy was obviously assigned to stay and wait for a thousand nights to show up.

But after not coming back for a few days, the guy left behind lost his guard and began to sneak up. But you can't expect too much of this groundhog.

The dagger gently patted him in the face at night.

The young man was immediately woken up and pulled out of his sleep obviously made him very uncomfortable. Before he could see who was in front of him, he sprayed a series of dirty words.

He punched him in the stomach for a thousand nights and immediately bowed him like shrimp rice. The back half of his mouth was all stuck in his voice. He then pressed his face down on the sofa for thousands of nights, then hit his ribs with his knees, repeatedly until he heard a few crackling bones.

The young man wanted to scream as soon as he let go, but the chills of the knife on his throat made him swallow all the screams back.

“What happened here? Who sent you? If your answer doesn't satisfy me, I'll cut off one of your fingers.” Cold as a thousand nights.

When the young man saw it was a thousand nights later, he shrinked and hurried, "I am a man of the Tiger. The day before yesterday the Expeditionary Army sent two companies to search for blood slaves in Lighthouse Town. We just came along..."

“Go on.” Pressed the knife at night and cut a blood mark on his neck.

The young man seemed to feel calm in his eyes and immediately fought a cold war. Quickly, he said: "Son Qi of Black Stream is very dissatisfied with you and Prince Zhao. He lost a lot of money because of you, and a high-powered gun. So find a way to get the Expeditionary Army to send two companies in the name of hunting blood slaves, in fact... to kill you and Prince Zhao. ”

At night, he knew exactly what a blood slave hunt meant to people in Lighthouse Town.

“What about those who disappear? ”

“Most were killed locally, while others were taken away by Expeditionary Forces. ”

“Where's Tiger Yan? Where is he?" Thousand Nights asked.

The young man trembled and said, "He's with Prince Zhao. ”

He nodded and slowly retracted his knife and said, "Now that you're honest, I'll give you a chance to live. Get out of here as far as you can! ”

“Yes, yes! Thank you!” Young men nod their heads like chicken pecking rice.

Turning around for a thousand nights, he just stepped out the door and suddenly threw a prick out of his reverse hand. The prick flies like electricity and instantly pierces the asshole's throat!

Young gangsters look stunned at the thousand nights. The shotgun in his hand had been aimed at the back of a thousand nights, but unfortunately he no longer had the power to pull the trigger.

Thousand nights walked back and took a gangster shotgun and looked at it.

This is a long-haired gun that can use homemade shotguns. Due to the rough workmanship, power and precision cannot be guaranteed beyond 10 meters. But up close, it's a pretty powerful murder weapon, at least better than a knife. Ten shotguns fell from the gang at night and threw the body on the ground, which was the last time I took a look at my bar.

The bar was a mess, even the bluestone floors were ripped open, and anything of value was looted. With his Manche Savannah in the darkest stages of his life, it became obsolete.

Leaving the bar, the thousand nights were not angry, but rather extraordinarily calm and a little excited.

This is the best condition before the war in Red Scorpion training.

Thousands of nights went straight to Prince Zhao's abandoned factory base camp, where he was said to have been for several days after Yan Tiger took over the lighthouse town.

The sky still hasn't come to the horizon, and the shadow of the tall factory in front of it is shaded like a monster ready to devour people. Only one factory has been modified by Prince Zhao to accommodate people. Everything else is rubble.

There are obvious signs of fighting outside this factory, and shell casings are everywhere.

He picked up a shell shell and looked at it. His heart immediately sank slightly.

The bullet is an Imperial Expeditionary Army-style assault rifle that, although decommissioned decades ago, is far more powerful than ordinary home-made weapons.

Since the other party is able to use a large number of military-style weapons, Zhao is mostly less violent.

The doors of the factory were open, but there were no frontal entrances for a thousand nights. Instead, they flew a few steps to the exterior wall and climbed all the way to the roof of the factory.

Yan Tiger did not set up a post here, so that the thousand nights went smoothly through the roof exit and into the factory interior.

The interior of the plant has three floors of buildings attached to the walls and the rest is the original lobby with a huge power mainframe, but it has long become a pile of scrap iron.

Thousand Nights remember that the top floor was where Prince Zhao was originally living, while the middle floor was the room of the escort and gang elders, with ordinary members living on the lower level.

Thousands of nights come down from the top floor, naturally to the third floor first. He walked silently outside Prince Zhao's bedroom and immediately smelled intense blood and was no longer fresh.

Thousands of nights stopped for a moment before gently pushing the door open and looking inside.

Prince Zhao fell to the ground, full of wounds, a slice of his calf had gone missing. His last move was to struggle to climb into the closet, leaving a striking blood stain on the floor. Mr. Zhao had a bullet hole in his eyebrow, but a satisfied smile on his face.

Thousands of nights without grief and joy, enter the room and squat beside Prince Zhao.