Monarch of Evernight

The striking white strip on the spider demon's belly was immediately missing, and a deep hole, green and yellow bodily fluids erupted, like a rain in the air.

Such injuries are severe, but not fatal. The spider demons are equally resilient, cutting off the entire abdomen and growing a new one over time. But what was just struck in the thousands of nights was a pre-filled, doped physical bullet. Once the blood gas attracted by the abundant dark forces entered the wound, it began to thrive, and the spider demon struggled for a few moments before completely losing its ability to act.

Running from place to place at night.

The machine gun on the heavy truck spewed out its tongue and started shooting indiscriminately, with bullets pouring rain in the air. Shoulder shrugging at night makes no sense. The Dark Race seldom has snipers more than 500 metres apart from the bloodline, and it is clear that this alliance of werewolves and spider demons is no exception. Then the home of the thousand nights is next.

Thousands of nights went to the next sniper point and the eagle aimed at the spider demon climbing out of another heavy-duty truck. In less than 500 meters, Spiderdemon's vast body is a visible living target. Kill this spider demon and there will be only one Lycan Bent Lv5 fighter left in the team.

Although a number of Level 3 or 4 werewolves, wolves, and swordspiders are troublesome, the battlefield is quite nice, remote and quiet, no passers-by will appear in a short time, and there is plenty of room for maneuvers to eat a little at night.

No accident, the spider demon fell under the gun of a thousand nights. The heightened power of the eagle can be seen perfectly from the spider demon's whereabouts, its entire abdomen is not winged, only the upper body is not completely dead, but the weakening peristalsis is not far from death.

Next, it's Bent.

The tall werewolf finally realized that he would only be a live target if he stayed put. He stood on the roof of the car, slapped his hands on the chest, made a long sound, then bowed down and jumped lightningly towards the position of a thousand nights.

Behind it, all the werewolves bravely followed. A few hundred meters away, for them it's within blink of an eye. A werewolf comes and goes and goes and goes and goes, and this way of running doesn't affect much of their speed.

Human snipers remain an enormous threat to the Dark Race because of their racial characteristics and the lack of proficiency in the use of nuclear weapons by Dark Races other than the Bloodline. But in the millennium war, the Dark Races had long had their own way of dealing with snipers of the human race.

Werewolves rely on short-range velocity and flexibility to avoid direct punches. Blood clans combine strikes with fire suppression, and spit on spider webs to cover sniper positions, squeezing sniper escape spaces a little, eventually turning them into food in the bellies of swordspiders.

But this time, the werewolves are not dealing with human snipers.

It was easy to lock Bent up at night, a giant werewolf with brown hair, and pull the trigger. The Force Bullet came out again, and its landing point was in front of Bent on the left, at which point the werewolf made his next dodging move, moving sideways, and hit himself with the Force Bullet.

Bent's half body flew flat, and the remainder rolled over in the air, flying far out before pounding all over the floor. The inflexible werewolf is still struggling, even yelling loudly, but his wounds are weak.

The rest of the werewolves have not retreated because of what happened to the leader, and they have rushed to a distance of less than 100 meters. It's only a thousand nights before you let go of the Eagle Strike, pull out the peanuts, raise your hands, and even aim very casually.

When the flowers of illusion were in the air and blossomed, two more werewolves fell into the bloodstream. Gemini flowers that play all their power are a blow to death for Lycans with only four levels of power.

After two shots, ten werewolves have surrounded the Thousand Nights. Behind them came a multitude of wolves and swordspiders.

In the eyes of the werewolves, cruelty and greed for carnivores, a caught human sniper is, in their view, a platter of powerful food. No matter how high the rank, human snipers are known for their weakness in the melee. The werewolves didn't notice that the human snipers across the street looked at them in the same way as they looked at their prey.

Pull the peanuts into the holster at night, pull out the sparkling teeth with your backhand and inject them with your Force and Blood. The trace of the blood knife lit up again, except this time with a bright, bloody light, wrapped around the blade and exuded a sense of suicide.

Behind the back of the thousand nights suddenly came a raging wind. He was short, his arms swinging, his teeth shining brightly, and he drew a trajectory of brilliance like blood in the sky, sweeping instantly!

A werewolf jumped from the side of a thousand nights ago. But it didn't land smoothly, it rolled out of control continuously. All the way down the wolf's head, one front claw, another front claw, the incision was incredibly clean.

Thousand Nights looked at the battle knife in his hand with some surprise. That was a wave. There was not much reactivity on the blade, but the front paw and head of the werewolf were cut off together. Shining teeth are so sharp!

This Class 5 Melee Force weapon can only be fully utilized in the hands of the Viscount of the Bloodline, that is, a weapon belonging to the Dark War generals. Thousands of nights did not expect their blood to restore true power to this knife.

With sparkling teeth in hand, the battle came at a standstill. Every wave of a thousand nights is accompanied by a werewolf's limbs. These werewolves' vulgar fur coats, as well as their stubborn, sharp claw teeth, are all as fragile as paper under a level 5 knife.

In the blink of an eye, the werewolf fell to the ground and a sword spider appeared in front of the thousand nights. He was able to rise and dance with a knife, first chopping off the two forelimbs of the swordspider, then stabbing one in the disproportionately small head of the swordspider. After doing all this, it took a thousand nights to remember that I was not doing the hunter's work at the moment, without bringing back the limbs of the dark race.

The last two surviving werewolves have lost the courage to fight again. They slowly retreated and suddenly turned their heads and ran.

Thousands of nights don't chase, but they say to themselves: "A bunch of idiots want to take advantage of the deal? Don't look at yourself!” The voice of the thousand nights is not high, but you can be sure that with the acute perception of the werewolf, you will surely hear everything.

From the beginning of the exploration of the trading point, traces of blood were deliberately emitted and left behind at night, initially for the sole purpose of adding a layer of disguise. When he was waving his sparkling teeth, he saw unusual suspicion and resentment in the eyes of the werewolf, and then moved in his heart, adding the adjunct to that layer of disguise. As for what the two werewolves would say when they fled back, and what kind of wind wave it would cause, it was not his concern.

Nor, however, did Thousand Nights expect such a level of provocation, which he would not have been good at and would have preferred to confront his enemies on a positive battlefield.

Cleaning up the remaining wolves and swordspiders is only a matter of time, and several dying spider demons have been replenished with knives. After cleaning up the battlefield, you don't have time to look at the merchandise in this deal until a thousand nights.

He came to the back of a heavy truck, crushed the coiled chains and locks, and opened the door. For a moment, the thousand nights actually got a little stuck.

In a rectangular compartment, dozens of people are squeezed in. Young men and women, to be exact. Though depressed, they can still feel that much more powerful life force than ordinary people. How many people have been seen at night wearing not ordinary shackles on their wrists, but the chains of the Force, which means that they are warriors who have awakened the Force?

“You get down first, stand by the car, and don't move. Do you hear me? ”

Thousands of nights do not sound very loud and the tone is calm, but these people appear to be extraordinarily obedient, jumping out of the trunk one by one, quickly listing neat formations by the truck. This speed of formation is no different than that of the regular army.

There was a feeling of discomfort in his heart, and he frowned and suddenly stopped an extraordinarily powerful man, tearing apart a sleeve tube at the man's shoulder, and as a result he saw a tattoo made of bayonets, helmets and snakes in his muscle-tied upper arm.

This pattern, not strange at night, whispered, “Sixty-fifth Legion? ”

The man grinned and said, "Once was. Now, as you can see, I'm a commodity. ”

He nodded a thousand nights and opened the trunk of several other heavy trucks, calling everyone inside. Except for the two cars, which are boys and girls between the ages of eight and twelve, the rest are young men and women under the age of thirty, most of whom look good.

Surprisingly, he saw some familiar faces in this group of people, the ones who were rescued from the kingdom of blood by the thousands of nights. Now they are reappearing on load-bearing trucks destined for the Dark Race region.

“What's going on?” Thousand Nights Ask.

The young man obviously recognized the thousand nights and smiled with surprise, "We passed the quarantine, but that's not enough. We don't have anything but plants to plant, and we can only find a few jobs at most. Slowly, a lot of people are going to lose their support. At this point, some members of the club found us and said they wanted to recruit acquaintances from suburban farms. Once out of town, however, they changed their faces and arrested us all. ”

This is not surprising. On the perennial continent, there are always too many people in the vast bottom population who do not have a fixed source of livelihood, and the most important thing every day is to find the next meal. This is an important source of the slave trade, where many people disappear every year. Much of the trouble and danger is eliminated for city managers, so most of them close their eyes.

The young man continued: "It is said that a great figure of the blood has named us to serve as the main course of a revenge feast. That seems to be a marquis. ”

“Marquis Ross? ”

“'That's the name,' said the young man. I've heard the wolves talk about it several times. ”