Monarch of Evernight

By the time you left the hunter's house, the sky had begun to dim.

After a thousand nights of searching for a tavern and two drinks, I heard from the maid which house was being sold nearby.

An hour later, Thousand Nights took care of his first residence in Dark Blood City.

This small second floor with its own yard sells for only five gold coins. It's so cheap because the walls are separated by slums. It is a concentration camp of chaos, filth and sin. It is conceivable that, almost every night, the house will be visited by several thieves.

No one is willing to live in such a place and will move out as soon as possible.

Thousands of nights were not afraid of trouble, he went out to buy a lot of parts, and then at the corner of the courtyard, a number of trap machines were laid inside and outside the main building door and window. These seemingly simple little things are actually quite useful and not easy to kill, but there is absolutely no less pain in the flesh. After the arrangement, a large line of words was painted on the outer wall at night: there were traps inside, and the consequences were self-inflicted.

Finish this and lock the yard doors for a thousand nights and prepare to hunt in the wilderness.

From here to the gates, the nearest route is straight through the slums. Despite the hostile gaze of the idle idlers, the thousands of nights went straight into a narrow alley that was almost sideways.

The alley is curved, and the narrow passage is filled with clutter, making it even more crowded, with some places almost impossible to get off. The ground is full of garbage and dirty water.

Kids who could not see their faces were chasing after each other and running from one alley to the other.

Both sides are low bungalows, and even men of medium height bend their heads in and out. Some women will stand at the door and keep waving to the passers-by. With ten coppers, they can sleep with you.

This scene, instead of being disgusted by the thousand nights, feels missed. He lived and grew up in worse environments than here. There are no roads in the airship graveyards, and each foot is filled with pieces or pieces of metal, and people snail up in abandoned barns and even pipes of large and small size.

Kids never have the idea of playing games. Because of lack of food, we all need to save our strength. The only reason to fight is to compete for food.

In the eyes of a thousand nights, these narrow, dark alleys have at least a minimum order, and running children represent vitality.

After a thousand nights of walking through this long narrow alley, at the end of a small open space, seven or eight roads converge here at the same time. He made a slight distinction and walked towards the highest and widest street. Almost every alley brings together two or three Tiger-sighted Aboriginal people, who see strangers passing by and together project their ill-intentioned eyes.

Thousands of eyes do not look away, and nothing is deliberately avoided. His leather armor, as well as the assault rifle on his back and the short axe between his waist, clearly indicate that this outsider is not comfortable.

But just as he passed through an alley, a skinny little boy burst out into him like a loaded shell. How can a thousand nights let him hit, just one side let it pass.

The boy jumped into the air, face down and hit his lips and teeth on the mud. He struggled to climb up and suddenly sucked on an extraordinarily large nose and suddenly screamed: "Blood Force Gun! I smell it! I smell it! ”

As the boy screamed, for a moment, the whole slum boiled!

Blood force guns, that's a fortune. Whoever gets it can change destiny!

It was a little unexpected that this little boy's nose was so clever that he could smell the flowing gold rose that he had heavily wrapped in his backpack. And he's not yelling at gold coins or anything more common, obviously he's not talking nonsense. It appears that even in slums there are many gifted people, although the vast majority of them are destined to be buried for life.

Many dressed up slowly for thousands of nights, with raw weapons such as wooden stick knives in their hands.

Once formed, the situation tends not to stop without blood. He took off the assault rifle on his shoulder, pulled the bolt heavily, and the mouth of the black hole pointed at the crowd.

“Whoever dares to come here will die! Now, get out of the way!” A thousand nights to drink.

But his words were not deterrent, and the mobs surrounding him did not retreat, but rather tightened the circle a little after looking at each other. They breathe heavily and gradually fill their eyes with blood silk, staring at the backpack of thousands of nights gleaming with greed and longing.

A skinny man suddenly had to jump into the night. He had just moved and seemed to be able to see behind him at night, turning around and pointing the gun at his forehead.

The man stopped for a moment, but watching the thousand nights without shooting, he lay low like a wild dog and even made a provocative low growl.

Thousands of nights know things are broken.

But perhaps the thought of walking slowly before has not completely dissipated, perhaps the smell of corruption in the air with the smell of metal is too familiar, fingers pressing the trigger a little at night, but it never ends.

The power of the 'Raiders' not only blows off the head of this crazy man across the street, but the aftermath of proliferation is enough to overthrow the rest of him on his left, eventually smashing the nest in the alley just ahead.

The man saw the thousand nights without shooting, suddenly bold, no more hesitation to empty up, bite hard into the throat of the thousand nights!

He hesitated for a thousand nights, sighed in his heart, loosened the trigger, grabbed the barrel of the gun and held it vertically, ready to knock the man out with the handle. With the strength of his now Class 3 fighters, he is able to rush out of this place.

At this moment, there was a sudden bang of gunfire, the man's head in front of the thousand nights suddenly exploded, the blood spot and brains splashed all over the thousand nights!

That's what happens when you get hit by a large caliber bullet!

Turning suddenly at night, she saw a woman in a strong suit appearing on the roof next to her, single-handedly carrying a markedly modified gunpowder rifle, with a light white smoke at the mouth of an extra large gun.

Her muzzle moved slightly, pointing at the little boy with a particularly big nose. "Fuck you, you little bastard! ”

“Wait a minute!” The sound of a thousand nights and the sound of a gun went off simultaneously.

The huge backseat force made the woman's full torso look backwards slightly, while the little boy's head blew up with half his torso.

The mob panicked and someone turned to flee. Most of them, on the contrary, were provoked by the ferocity, and immediately someone howled and jumped on them, pointing countless hands at the shoulder straps of the Thousand Night Backpack. At the same time, two short blades polished with scrap steel pieces stabbed into the back of a thousand nights.

These mobs are weak, but the killers are absolutely vicious, and they don't take their lives seriously.

Sighing for a thousand nights, he pulled his back and grabbed both blades accurately in his hand. The two mobs slapped their knives or stabbed them, but the blades did not move as if they had been welded.

But at this moment, the sky suddenly flies over a block of metal with smoke, a grenade!

In a thousand nights, he shouted and could not help but jump up, turning over two layers of the nest and landing on the street on the other side, then immediately fell to the ground.

Boom, two mobs were the first to strike and fly high into the sky, with several broken hands and feet thrown up. The shockwave destroyed the surrounding nest and countless pieces of debris flew over his back at night, causing his skin to ache.

This is a military assault grenade! Thousands of nights instantly draw conclusions from the unexpected aftermath of the explosion. This is a terrific thing to use against the lower dark races, even if the official blood fighters are affected, they will get hurt!

If Thousand Nights thought it was just a plain grenade and didn't dodge it with all their might, it would definitely get hurt by this indiscriminate attack.

He scolded the woman for being so fierce that the weapon he could use in the field was actually used directly in the city!

The mob blew up more than a dozen people, and the rest were finally scared and fled with a rolling belt.

Distant neighbourhoods were disturbed and several heavily armed Expeditionary Army soldiers quickly rushed in.

When they saw the woman standing on the roof, suddenly, their attitude became respectful and they asked, "Miss Ying, what's going on? You seem to have used a weapon that should not be used in the city. ”

The young woman laughed and said, "It's no big deal. There are some guys here who want to rob our hunter's house. I took out a few of them so they could have long memories. As for the offensive grenade, it fell by accident, not mine. ”

With a corporal shoulder badge on his head, the Expeditionary Force nodded and turned to his companion and said, "I've figured it out. Someone hid a grenade here and accidentally exploded. All right, let's go! ”

Several Expeditionary Army soldiers turned around and left, with more than a dozen corpses on the ground, as if they had not seen them at all.

Seeing this scene, the thousand nights are just silent. When he was in the Red Scorpion, he encountered several death indicators, but that was for the local nobility. For the first time in his life, he had heard from veterans who had served in regular regiments.

The young woman jumped off the roof, fell in front of him for a thousand nights, weighed him from top to bottom, and lit up a thing in her palm and said, "Come with me! Let's go somewhere for a drink. ”

A moment later, Thousand Nights and she sat in a bar.

Thousand Nights came with her because she showed a four-star hunter's badge. A four-star hunter must have at least four levels of strength in addition to accumulating corresponding performance.

Until now, there was no opportunity to observe her carefully.

This is a fairly young girl, about twenty years old, dressed in dark brown with dark grey armor, looking at the material that should be some kind of beast hide, the focus being made of metal. Of course, this armor is several orders of magnitude stronger than the Thousand Nights body, and it fits perfectly on the girl, obviously either custom-made or specially adjusted.

She has a beautiful face with both English martial arts and wildness. A small scar on her forehead not only did not damage her appearance, but rather added a touch of indifference when provoked by her overhead corner.

Girls are tall, barely noticeable shorter than a thousand nights old, and have an unusually hot body, like a full of energy and power that spills at any moment. She has dark brown hair and is also tied to a ponytail.

Her upper body leaned forward, as if she had not noticed that her breasts had resisted the edge of the table.

The girl knocked on the table with a very knowledgeable veteran, Houmai, and said to Thousand Nights: "I'm Yu Ying Man. You can call me Young-man, or better yet... but, boy, are you going to drink something as light as white water? ”