Monarch of Evernight

Naturally, a thousand nights won't let them break the door so easily, drop the eagle, grab a large-calibre sniper gun from the arsenal at hand, aim at the werewolf manipulating the short-barrel gun, and pull the trigger continuously to eject the five bullets in the magazine at the quickest speed.

The werewolves blossomed and continued to cry. The broken city cannon lost its control and sounded again, but the long tube turned slightly red by more than ninety degrees, and the shell misfired, blowing up dozens of blood slaves next to it. But the high-ranking werewolves got up after a few rolls. Only one can't get down.

Shaking their heads in the dark at night, the werewolves are perverted in their vitality and defense. When they reach level 5, sniper guns of a large caliber like this can only leave them with minor injuries if they fail to hit them.

The new magazine was replaced by a thousand nights and another round of rapid fire, all aimed at a werewolf this time, finally flipping it to the ground.

At this point, the outpost is shaking even harder, as if it were going to tip at any moment. The Dark Ethnic Warrior, who had surfaced on the wall, had discovered the sniper spot and had begun to attempt to break in, suddenly starting to demolish the building directly.

Thousands of nights suddenly my heart rose and I glanced out and saw several circular objects engraved with complex patterns flying in!

Blood grenade!

Blood grenades are driven by dark forces, and although they are similar in size to human grenades, they are equally powerful as artillery shells. And with the power of the Dark Race, they can easily be thrown to a designated position 100 meters away.

At the first sight of the thousand nights, he recognized this kind of thing, immediately picked up the eagle strike, jumped directly from the inside window into the bottom of the Tibetan Wall, and found a corner to curl up!

The rumbling sounds continued, the whole world seemed to be left with nothing but smoke and explosions, the second voice could not be heard in his ears, the masonry clay continued to fall and a lot of it hit his head.

It was easy to roar past, looked up a thousand nights, half the ceiling was gone, revealing a sky with no light on it. The upper post had been completely wiped out, surrounded by a body of dark ethnic cannon ash. Not only did the blast blow up the first half of the sentry tower, connecting the guard walls, but Yu Wei also killed a number of Dark Race fighters who wanted to rush in.

But the Dark Race never cared about the death and injury of cannon ash.

Few human fighters have been seen on the guard wall, and most of the remaining fighters have been forced to evacuate to defensive work in the town. The ashes of the Dark Race are constantly climbing the guard wall, and several high-ranking fighters are roaring for command and will even grab some slow-moving ashes and throw them into the wall.

In the ruins of the sentry, he suddenly stood up at night, flat with a 'Fire God' multi-barrel machine gun, and pulled the trigger!

The 'Fire God' cannon spins, a bullet pouring like a storm into a werewolf just 20 meters away. At close range, the level 5 werewolf continued to blossom, and was bombarded backwards and backwards, eventually leaning on the ground!

The thousand nights did not stop, and the roaring 'Fire God' swept down a fragment of the Dark Race Warrior as if waving a long whip of metal and fire.

Five hundred rounds of 'Fire God' ammunition boxes are completely emptied between the eyes, and no living Dark Race can be found within 30 meters of a thousand nights.

Thousand nights just relieved, a dark shadow rushed in like lightning, knocked him down! This is a Class 5 Blood Warrior.

The two men rolled and fought for several rounds, and suddenly a prick in the arm of the thousand nights reached directly to the mouth of the blood fighter. He instinctively bites, sucking his blood fangs deep into the muscles of a thousand nights! But before waiting for his surprise, the arm muscles suddenly became strong as iron, pulling back hard, and pulling his two blood-sucking fangs out alive!

This time the blood fighter almost fainted. Turn up immediately at night, pull out a short gun, stick it directly in his bloody mouth, and pull the trigger!

A burst of muffled noise spilled blood on his chest all night long.

He stood up and looked around and jumped into town before the next wave of Dark Warriors.

Speeding through the alley buildings at night, he stormed out and hanged a werewolf and spider demon. On the battlefield of large-scale mixed warfare, the thick, powerful werewolves and spider demons pose a much greater threat than the blood clan. Only when the battle reaches a higher level will the blood clan rise above the two communities again.

So the primary target of a thousand nights of killing is werewolves and spider demons.

There were gunshots, explosions, fire and screams everywhere, and the whole town turned into a battlefield. Thousands of nights have forgotten their time, leaving only their fighting instincts.

Suddenly a few low-lying werewolves rushed by a thousand nights ago, and he immediately instinctively touched him, but he touched the sky. Eagles don't know where they're throwing it, and assault rifles are gone. All gunpowder weapons were emptied of ammunition, and the satchel with grenades was emptied. The two short guns are still in the waist, but there is no difference between having and not having, the power of the thousand nights is nearly dry, and even if there is a physical bullet in them, he does not have the strength to excite them.

Thousands of nights only feel tired and dying, if not trying hard to control and even want to lie down on the ground, are the after-effects of the overuse of force and the end of stimulant efficacy.

He suddenly touched something in his trouser pocket, took it out, it was actually a stimulant, and couldn't care less if it would be a problem. He immediately stuck it in his arm and injected it all in. The feeling of somnolence was definitely a lot lighter.

A thousand nights suddenly heard an unusual movement in the room next to him, and when a human screamed, he immediately broke into the door and rushed in. The house is full of splattered flesh and corpses, human beings and dark races. Several werewolves are bringing an Expeditionary soldier closer to the corner of the wall.

It was a young man who seemed to be a very young man, wearing military uniforms that were too lenient. He was pale, holding a dagger in his hand, waving indiscriminately, trying to protect himself.

Thousands of nights roared, trying to rush up, and a werewolf pounded, colliding with a thousand nights, one wolf rolled and beat. Thousands of nights are exhausted, and this second level werewolf can't get away with it for a while.

The werewolves bite hard on their shoulders for thousands of nights, their sharp teeth tear apart a special uniform as tough as a leather coat and nail it into the flesh. But the body of the thousand nights is stronger than the leather armor, the werewolf can't tear off a piece of meat no matter how he shakes his head.

Just then, a thousand nights heard a scream. At first glance, the Expeditionary Juvenile Warrior had been overthrown by the remaining three werewolves. A large chunk of flesh was ripped off and fell into the belly of a werewolf. The teenager had not died for a while, and the severe pain prevented him from even being in a coma. He could only scream desperately and endure the pain of being raw and torn apart.

Bloody in the eyes of a thousand nights, that's not just a reflection of the flesh and blood of a teenager!

All of a sudden he looked up and bit the werewolf in the throat! Large groups of hot blood rushed into his abdomen, suddenly boiling all the blood in his body, like a wave of mountains falling into the sea, even purple and gold blood gas came out of the ability symbol to join the swallowing queue.

A thousand nights of power surged, one turned over and pressed the werewolf under his body so that it could not move, and the werewolf's body seemed to have a funnel, and the whole body of blood poured out half the time.

The three werewolves had torn the teenagers apart and stood up satisfied, suddenly feeling something was wrong, turning around and watching them coldly for a thousand nights.

Thousand nights of eyes, bloody right now!

A moment later, he walked out of the room at night. His whole body seemed to be covered in blood, and even his dark hair turned dark red. Blood is still dripping from the blood sword in his hand. But then the bright blood in his eyes became less obvious.

Across the alley, a group of blood slaves suddenly burst out, and they saw a thousand nights, and suddenly they whimpered back and fled from another alley. A high-ranking warrior of the blood came up behind them and looked at the thousand nights, wondering, "Which clan are you from? How come I've never seen you before? ”

Flashing faintly in his eyes, he patted a short-shot in the waist and said, "I am descended from the Marquis Ross. ”

“Marquis Ross! But His Excellency the Marquis did not participate in this meeting...” The bloodline suddenly looked at the short gun and was shocked: “It's you! ”

He hasn't finished his speech yet, that's enough time to stick it in front of him for a thousand nights, the sword hole penetrated his abdomen! Thousands of nights strangled the neck of a blood fighter still struggling with convulsions, dragged him into an abandoned house next to him and bit him by the neck!

The Class IV Blood Warrior was horrified, but as the essence of blood gradually lost, the light and bright red color faded away. By the time he let go of his hand for a thousand nights, he was already dry as a corpse.

After not going out for a thousand nights, he calmly destroyed the body with a sharp blade, then sat in the corner, closed his eyes and waited quietly for his strength to recover.

After inhaling the blood of werewolves and blood tribes, the body enters a state of boiling blood for thousands of nights, greatly increasing the recovery rate. In less than half an hour, he will be able to recover strength and a small semi-force and use the Force Gun again. The only minor defect is the inability to control the filling of the blood gas with the force bomb when it is boiling.

All of a sudden, the door at the other end was broken open, and Bao Zhengcheng appeared. He rushed into the room, not even noticing what was in it, rolling up against the wall, holding on to the knife and putting on a combat posture.

A Grade 6 blood knight appeared at the door of the room. He walked slowly with his head high with the typical grim smile of the blood clan, and the long sword in his hand was covered in blood.

But as soon as he entered the door, his smile solidified. The two guns in Thousand Nights' hands have targeted him!

The Bloody Knight screamed, I never thought there was another man in the room! He has no sense at all!

The gunfire was very light and light, and the sound of a blooming noise.

In contrast, the Bloody Knight's sideflight was astonishing, with a rampage crashing through the door panels, cracking the walls, and all the armor in his chest was smashed. Double guns were thrown directly, leaving only two beautiful demonic twins wrapped around the ground in the void and tiled open.

Thousand nights have already pounded like a ghost, with swords in his hands, a sword inserted into the blood knight's chest, and a hole through his heart!

The Blood Knight struggled so hard that his very strong vitality kept him strong to fight back. Thousand nights chest and abdomen were constantly punched, knees smashed, but thousands of nights pressed the handle of the sword, firmly crucifying the blood knight to the ground.

Every time the Bloody Knight punches down, a slight crack of bone sounds. Heavy pain washes through the nerves of a thousand nights, yet he is perfectly capable of enduring this pain after being purified by the army's knacks. If the Blood Knight climbs, he and Bao Zhengcheng will die in the Blood Knight's Dying Strike back.

At this time, a continuous gunshot was sounded, and Bao Zhengcheng did not know where to reach a pistol, almost reaching the blood knight's face, then all the bullets poured out and completely bombarded the pale and shady face.

The Blood Knight moved a few more times, so it stopped moving.