Monarch of Evernight

Night is the eternal theme of the kingdom of night.

Endless nights and shadows surround this vast and barren continent, leaving only a brief void in the sun.

In those deep eyes that look at several, if not all, continents, eternal night is like a shadow on the edge of the horizon and deserves little attention. In this dark corner, the replacement of the District Expeditionary Division Leader is not worth even appearing as a number in the mansion, and as for the formation of a small mercenary group, nobody will mention it.

And on this land hidden in the shadows, there is deep darkness moving slowly, trying to erode all the light by crossing deep, light grey areas.

When the storm is coming, even during the day, the sky will be gray.

On the edge of Everlasting Night, a floating boat is flying close to the dense clouds. From time to time, a gust of wind strikes, shaking it, sometimes even suddenly flattening out dozens of meters. In the strong wind, the steel cast skeleton of the floating boat is squeaking, and in some places there are even noticeable distortions, as if it could break at any time.

This is not the weather that a floating boat should set sail in, and the wind is not the biggest enemy, and the darkest clouds above are constantly jumping with lightning, which is the most dangerous. If a sky lightning strikes down, this interstellar floating boat, which can travel between two continents, will burn to the ground.

In the cockpit, the skipper, who is in great shape, is manipulating himself and is covered in sweat, staring dead in the front. But through the starboard window, besides the dark clouds, you can see the leaping lightning. The whistling wind filled people's ears like a giant beast's call sign.

At the top of the floating boat, two more Force lights illuminate the entire campus on the ground. Today, the lights are particularly bleak. They can only penetrate through a few thunderclouds, adding more excitement to the dancing electric light of the serpents. Looking forward, it is still a stormy hell.

The cockpit door was suddenly broken open and a pale young man rushed in, shouting, “We can't fly anymore, the power cooker is long past its limits, and the support skeleton is beginning to twist. Landing, landing, landing! If we keep flying, we'll break up any minute! ”

“What did you say?!” The captain roared. But his roar was in the wind and thunder, like a few flies buzzing.

The young man rushed over, almost sticking to the captain's ear, screaming with the utmost vigour: "I said, the ship is about to break up! We have to land now! ”

The captain yelled back at the same volume: "Impossible! Now, if we land, that man will tear us all to pieces! ”

“But...” What else did the young man want to say, but eventually he just cursed: “Crazy! They're all crazy! ”

He left the cockpit and no longer requested a landing. Fear of ‘the man' seems to be far above the storm and thunderstorms.

A floating boat is like a leafy boat on the surface of a storm, marching hard in the waves of shock, with the possibility of crushing bones at any moment.

In the inner compartment, two platoons of samurai sit close to the end of the hatch. These samurai have amazing strength, all above level six or seven, yet everyone's face is ugly. In this intense turbulence, the only way to avoid an inadvertent fall out of the seat is by using a safety belt to tie yourself firmly in the seat. It is a small thing to hit something in the cabin, but it is not unprecedented to fall directly out of a hatch door or even a starboard window.

The inner compartment is quite generous, and there are actually three comfortable people in it. A warrior looked into the eyes of three men, full of awe. They know how terrible it is not only to move freely, but also to be able to train in combat, in an environment that can suddenly plummet down to about a hundred meters.

Near the edge of the hatch, standing a young man of English martial arts, the stars on his shoulders were extraordinarily striking. As the youngest general of the Angel of the Folds, White Dragon Armor is the focus of attention everywhere. But now, no matter what he thinks, he's no different than a passerby.

The protagonist is a large, small and two women in the center of the inner compartment.

The woman who has always worn a plain costume, the woman who at first sight sees plain, long-lasting vision but will be injured by her sharp, arrogant white dragon armor, can make the white convex of the kitten.

Opposite the white bump is a teenage girl, big eyes always flashing innocent light, the still naive little face can already see the superb appearance. She looks twelve or three years old, holds a knife in her hand and is attacking around a white bump.

The floating boat was still tumbling and the little girl was trembling, yet no matter how she fell and collided, she would not fall, and every time she grabbed every crevice as she turned, she sent a deadly attack on the white bump. She's like one of the most sly and fierce snakes, no matter how miserable she is, but if she bites slightly, she's fatal.

The white dragon armor watched beside him rubbed his face, I really didn't want to admit the slight cold feeling that came from the palms of his hands. This is not because of the discomfort caused by too much turbulence in the floating boat, but because of the training of this little girl, White Dragon Armor cannot help but feel cold in her heart.

He had long discovered that if he had ended up, if he had been slightly careless or hesitant, he would have been struck several times already. No matter how unfavourable this little guy is, he always has the power to strike back.

The little girl lit only five force nodes, which is not much of a gift, and the result was that she received a lot of medication due to a white bump. Sometimes, however, the rank and force strength are not all there is. Just look at the strength of her fighting instincts when these Lv6 or Lv7 fighters around her can only tie themselves to the floating boat.

And the girl looks very young. Although White Dragon Armor knows that she is older than she looks, the bone age tested is about 15 years old. Fifteen years of age, even if she started training from birth, would not be able to reach her current level.

It seems that there are indeed geniuses in the world. Even White Dragon Armor, a recognized leader of the next generation of White Valve, can't help but think.

This little girl was born with a fighting genius, and her judgment of the battle situation and her intuition of danger seemed to be born to know and could not be imitated at all. The White Dragon Armor is even a little jealous. It is unfortunate that the demonic genius on the one hand is mostly deficient on the other. Her talent in the training of the Force is not ordinary. Even if she throws down a large amount of medicine, it is almost impossible to advance to the rank of general.

Little girls have limited power, and fighting in this extremely harsh environment is particularly draining, and they are almost disillusioned after a moment.

The white bump slapped open her stab and said, "Okay, that's it for today. You go rest and recover. ”

The little girl gave a serious salute to the white bump and then ran to the corner of the cabin to take out the dry food and eat it. She looks extra focused when she eats, like she's tasting the best in the world. In fact, all she had was military rations pressed from meat, vegetables and food crops, and neither the taste nor the flavour was absolutely superfluous.

White bumps stand against the cabin wall, eyes closed, and begin to nourish the gods. White Dragon Armor walked up to her and glanced at the little girl and said softly: "Sister, do you think we may not be able to hold the photograph? ”

White and convex eyelids don't lift, he said lightly: “The blade is a double-edged sword. It is well used and powerful. If it is not used well, it will cut itself. What, you don't have faith in yourself? ”

White Dragon Armor smiled bitterly and said: “Sky photography is a monster. I really don't have much confidence if it wasn't for her talent in the training of the Force. ”

“Don't forget, blank photos are now white. Since this time, the name has become known. Whatever she does, it's her last name. ”

“But… do you really think the Bai family name can be binding?” When White Dragon Armor said this, he hesitated and finally asked: "Sister, how sure are you that you can suppress her in the future? ”

White bumps rarely silence for a moment and say, “Half. ”

Floating boats are still struggling to make their way up and down, like frogs hiding from the rain by the pond. It miraculously did not crash and gradually wandered away in lightning and storms.

Black River City is still calm, and the unrest caused by the events in Wu Zhengnan is completely untouched, and there are many fewer dark races that have been active outside the city. However, in the eyes of those with a heart, this does not bode well. Only when the Great War breaks out and the Dark Stream is within its theatre will the Dark Race come together.

between the upper and lower levels of the city, thus becoming two distinct parts. The upper echelons are nervous, they can walk away, and the rest of the people who are tied to things are nervous and busy. Instead, the people at the bottom had a rare moment of relaxation, enjoying themselves, and they were not demanding, and a little bad alcohol was enough to keep them mixed up for two or three days.

As the head of a new mercenary regiment, Thousand Nights is barely an identical man in today's Black Liquid City. It has to be said that Wei Futian does have the acumen that matches the identity of the world's children. He has not shouted his relationship with Thousand Nights to everyone, which has also spared Thousand Nights the resentment and darkness of taking on Wu Zhengnan's old part.

So a thousand nights as the head of a mercenary group of hundreds, in a city of the same power, is only a third-class figure, such a small figure, with no one to follow him but the same little figure.

Weibe went to the barracks during the year, and the rebuilt 7th Division site is still at Sishui Base in Yunfan City. There were two regiments stationed all year round in Black Stream City, but Wu Zhengnan was the first to die when the 7th Division was in turmoil. Now the two regiments have only one empty shelf, leaving less than 300 people behind.

Throughout Black Stream, there are conscription notices, and more than a dozen conscription sites have been set up in all parts of the city. As soon as you enlist, you will receive a silver coin. In this way, Weber Year intends to maximize the recruitment of fighters. And yet, naturally, those who have gained it are less powerful than even the new mercenary regiment that was built at night.

Thousands of nights standing next to a conscription site near the south gate have been watching for some time. He remains an ordinary hunter's outfit, carrying a large wilderness package.

Thousand Nights had planned to leave the city today to see what was going on in the wilderness nearby. I felt like someone was staring at me when I left the hospital door in the morning. This strange feeling of being watched, letting Thousand Nights be alert first, being watched so quickly? Are you a native of Black River City or the rest of Wu Zhengnan?

And then the thousand nights cut off these two thoughts in my heart.