Monarch of Evernight

Many parts of the night could not understand, Yu Renyan did not make clear who the little girl was or the name of the person who wanted him to help care for her. Only the last word, the voice of a warrior was heard at night.

Every real Imperial soldier, when they step on the battlefield, is ready not to come back alive.

The Empire of Daqin is a statehood with a strong military wind. For more than a thousand years, while other peoples have succeeded in nation-building, the empire has far surpassed other nations in terms of the proportion of casualties among mid- and high-ranking military officers.

Thousands of nights straightened the ridge, and at this unseen moment, he saluted a military salute to Yu Renyan, who had lost his life.

This is a true warrior, a warrior who died on the battlefield. Perhaps he had such shortcomings, but his achievements against the Dark Races could be counterbalanced by all.

He walked out of the ward at night and said to the doctor, "He's gone. ”

The doctor nodded and went in with several assistants to dispose of Yu Renyan's remains.

Thousand nights and Master Er stood in the hallway and waited quietly. If the Black Stream army can't make it, the hunter's house will take care of the aftermath.

“What was his mission, how could he have suffered such serious casualties?” Thousand Nights Ask.

The Second Master sighed and said: "They saw a blood banquet in a settlement on the border, so they couldn't bear to go into the dark race control area and were ambushed. A whole team of high-ranking hunters! Then he fled back to one Yu Renyan. Four blood knights are said to have appeared across the street, along with a demonic warrior general. ”

“Blood feast!” Thousands of nights overwhelm my eyes.

During the Red Scorpion, I saw the Blood Banquet more than once a thousand nights ago. Every time he sees it, he is deeply shocked by that tragedy, an instinctive sadness that normal life must have had when it saw its kind being abused and murdered.

Even within the Dark Race, the practice of blood banquets is controversial. Blood banquets are held only by a few factions that adhere to the traditions of their ancestors. This part of the Dark Race is humanity's irreconcilable enemy.

The principle of the Empire is that whenever a blood banquet occurs, the perpetrators must be pursued to the end. Those who are unable to trace the killer, or who are temporarily unconditional in pursuit of the killer, will also be massacred in the same region and blood will be returned.

This is the usual tough style of the Empire. Although this insistence has been exploited many times by the Dark Races to set traps, it has never changed the mindset of the upper echelons of the Empire. The Empire is willing to bear even if it pays a heavy price for revenge.

As one Imperial Marshal once said: "Reason and merit are meaningless in the face of blood revenge. ”

Just because of the Blood Banquet, the Marshal led several battles against the Dark Race under unfavourable conditions and finally paid a painful price before winning. Although his own son, who followed him, was killed more than half of the time in this battle, and he himself was constantly attacked by political opponents for it, after this service, no blood banquets have been celebrated in the battlefield he guarded in his entire life.

After taking a deep breath at night, he said to the Second Master: “I'm going out for a few days. Let the task go first, and we'll talk about it when I get back. ”

“What are you going to do? ”

“Go kill some black bastards! ”

Master Er was surprised: "You're crazy! There are demonic warlords there! If you go, you die! ”

"Of course I'm not going to die in that place, but there are a lot of black bastards elsewhere. In the face of this hatred, blood for blood is the duty of every imperial soldier! ”

“You're not an Imperial soldier!” Grandpa said with a headache.

It was only at this time of the thousand nights that I suddenly turned around and said, “This has nothing to do with whether or not the Imperial soldiers, nor the hunters, are they in pursuit of the realm of the Dark Race? ”

“They're the whole team, and you...”

Master Er saw the look on his face for a thousand nights and did not continue to say it. He just sighed deeply and said: “The panoramic scope has arrived, go with me to get it and then go out. It might give you a little more time. ”

The thousand nights nodded and said, "Don't worry, I won't rush, only the living can kill more black bastards! ”

At this time, Yu Renyan's body was pushed out of the operating room. His expression was calm, like he was asleep.

He watched his body being pushed away silently at night and said goodbye to him: "Goodbye, my friend. ”

This man and Thousand Nights did not say a few words, but had a fierce battle. Hatred of the Dark Race and some common attributes of the Imperial Army brought them closer together. In the heart of a thousand nights, this man is already his friend.

An hour later, a thousand nights later, carrying eagle strikes with wild equipment, left Dark Blood City and headed to the Dark Race movement area. Thousand Nights chose the opposite direction from the attack on Yu Renyan Squad. Of course, he would not suddenly go to the Demonic War to die, but even the top Dark Warrior with the title of Title will be on the Hunting List for Thousand Nights.

Whether it is to fight back the feast of blood or to avenge a friend, the night goes against the boundaries of darkness. Even though he can no longer wear the uniform of God, he will never forget his glory and responsibility as a soldier.

Hundreds of kilometers a day and a night. He then slowed down and began to prudently go deeper. This area is already a dark ethnically controlled area, and even formed patrols appear. Those are regular fighters of the Dark Race, completely different from the scattered warriors who usually hunt on national frontiers.

Depending on the latest panoramic sights, several waves of patrols were successfully evaded and sneaked into the vicinity of a dark ethnic settlement.

Luckily, this is a tribal settlement.

The entire settlement is in fact an ancient castle and ancient estate, a typical traditional lineage. The body of the main building is cylindrical, seven or eight meters from the ground to begin to have long narrow windows, the walls are filled with thorny vines, after a long period of years, heavy entanglement, can no longer see how many floors have been born. The most characteristic is the three conical towers, with their exterior walls, top edges and corridors lined with sculptures of exotic beauty, which lined the entire castle with splendour and shadow.

He silently pressed his own handmade Force entity into the Eagle Strike and then watched the settlement for a long time in the scope.

The lights are bright in the castle day and night, and you can see the shadows coming and going behind the long windows. This is a small clan with about dozens of formal blood clans. The chief of the clan is an elderly blood clan of jazz rank, with a silver hair, elegant and dignified. Others included a blood knight and less than ten high-ranking fighters, the rest of whom were of ordinary blood, and several pureblood descendants, who had not yet grown up.

Built into rows of low-lying bungalows in the manor behind the castle, it houses hundreds of humans. These people work in the fields of the estate during the day and take care of the livestock they raise. In the evening, when the bloodlines prepare to enter the communion, they are livestock that serve the main dish.

But these humans will not die, and they will be alternately bled for the blood family to enjoy.

Seeing this, we know that this clan is a moderate faction of the blood clan, commonly known as the "New Party”. They do not normally suck blood directly, but make it into drinks and enjoy it, so that the blood supply humans are not contaminated with black blood and can be reused.

Yet both moderate and ancestral, they are blood tribes and hunting targets for thousands of nights. But the ancient castle of the bloodline itself is a small fortress, and it is certainly impossible for a man to strike head-on at night, so he waits patiently for the opportunity.

Finally, late the next night, the clan chiefs left the castle with several fighters in preparation for a banquet in another settlement. The jazz boarded a four-wheeled carriage with dark blue velvet embroidered on both sides, crowded with guards.

When the old jazz was relaxing and sitting on a comfortable bench, he pulled the trigger at night!

The hawk's crisp sound broke the silence of the night, the ability of the loaded force to wrap around the heavy warhead shined, and there was a ray of blood swimming back and forth inside. The gun was held just in time, less than 300 metres away, the blood jazz would not be seated, and the escorts had dispersed, either dodging or stopping the gun was too late.

A loud bang broke the door, along with the half car, and the jazz was struck by a dazzling ray of force, blurring half of his body. The scene was suddenly chaotic, and the frightened horses were desperate to break free of their heads, while the guards hurried to jazz, forming a barrier with their bodies and fearing a succession of attacks.

A thousand nights later, he pressed a second round of his own handmade nuclear bullet, this time slightly biased, pointing to the castle gate 600 meters away. There, a young blood knight was running away, and suddenly he was wearing linen shirts and horse pants, with an elongated bayonet in his hand, and he couldn't even put on his armor.

The eagle struck again and beat violently, with a silver light, the force warhead broke through the sky and bombarded the Bloody Knight. The Blood Knight was so surprised, he looked at the silver light that had flown in, he stunned! He could not have imagined, at such a distance, that the silver light was coming towards him.

What kind of force gun can shoot 700 meters away?

Nobody answered his question. The Blood Knight only had time to make a defensive posture and was hit hard by the Force. With the addition of Heavy Warhead capability, the Bloody Knight was shot to death.

Take out a military stimulant for a thousand nights, push it into the side of your neck, endure the burning pain and inject it quickly into your body. This type of stimulant is used exclusively for combat purposes and, in addition to accelerating force recovery, can temporarily increase the power and speed of response by about 20%.

He then rolled over from his hiding place, half kneeling, grabbed a large gunpowder caliber sniper with one hand, pressed it into five arc-shaped magazines, and started firing, and one of the blood guards fell in each shot.

Thousands of nights of shooting were perfect, large-calibre snipers were used by him as pistols, and the sound of the gunshots almost went off into a single blast. This sniper weapon has roughly the same power as a second-degree nuclear weapon and is powerful against blood fighters below the third level and can also injure blood families below the fifth level.

The rest of the blood fighters saw the thousand nights with guns, scattered immediately, accelerated, avoided running, and poured like ghosts into the thousand nights. Deal with a human sniper, close enough, he's dead!