Monarch of Evernight

For high-ranking warriors like Thousand Nights and the Lycan Commander, it is already barely possible to intervene in the battle of the war generals. They all saw in each other's eyes the determination to kill them quickly and to assist their generals.

One wolf at a time growls and forces at the same time, also rushing in a straight line to the other!

Boom, a thousand nights collide with the werewolves without a clue, and then split. Looking at his left shoulder for a thousand nights, he frowned. His shoulder armor and chest armor were completely deformed. He was actually bitten through by the werewolf ruler. The flesh and blood under his broken armor were blurred and almost raw to remove a large piece of muscle.

And the werewolf ruler didn't take up too much of the cheap. He was covered in blood and had several broken teeth. In addition, it has a fine line of blood on its chest, a wound left by shiny teeth.

The werewolf leader looked down at the wound on his chest, revealing confusion. Yet deep and uncontrollable fear reigns in the bottom of the heart, so small a wound, why does it feel like the power is falling into the void, little by little?

This feeling, this feeling… it suddenly reminds me of what this feeling is!

It was stabbed by a blood lord in a tribal clash with blood. It was a knife as thin as a toothpick, leaving a wound so small that it could be ignored, yet the next moment, the seemingly harmless little wound was like a volcanic eruption, instantly turning into a huge wound that almost killed it!

Vampires love this kind of trick! Memories aroused the wrath of the werewolf's mind, shouting once again, triggering the dark force, but at this moment, the subtle feeling of the loss of power magnified hundreds of times, like a volcanic eruption. Suddenly, spring-like blood erupted in the fine line wound of the werewolf leader, radiating a few meters away.

A thousand nights ago, ready to jump aside, behind them the great body of the werewolf leader fell.

Turning back a thousand nights to examine the results, he saw the werewolf leader with a black hammer on his back, and now he moved in his heart. He leaned down and took off the hammer and took the next weight in his hand. The hammer is completely traditional to werewolves, heavy and rough, yet the material and additional array of forces are impeccable.

This is a Class 3 Melee weapon that certainly cannot be compared to the power of shining teeth, yet it is better suited to dealing with large, heavily armored opponents, such as Brahms.

The hundreds of kilograms of this heavy hammer were easily picked up at night, satisfied with the feel of their hands, and turned around and ran out of town.

The two fronts have been fully deployed, and the Expeditionary Army has done little to reject the Dark Army outside the town walls. In two short strikes, almost all of the Dark Race's fighters have stormed into Dark Mud Town.

However, the Dark Warriors immediately found themselves in a deep siege, with Expeditionary Army on all sides. The whole town has been transformed into a huge military fortress, each wall is solid work, every house has the possibility of firing bullets, even force bullets, and a sharp sharp knife is stretched under every roof.

In small towns, landscaped ruins continue to make the formidable spider demons struggle, far more powerful than the Expeditionary Army against broken walls. A huge body of spider demons can be seen stuck everywhere, and then a large number of Expeditionary Warriors emerge from all over the place to surround the madness.

In the Expeditionary Army, there was also a group of soldiers dressed in ordinary uniforms, but without military ranks. They are all above level 5 and know how to strike and where to strike, they have extensive experience in killing werewolves and spider demons. Mixed among ordinary fighters, they are a group of three or five, specializing in senior fighters of Level 4 and above, often two or three faces to kill a tough werewolf.

These are the close guards of Weber Years, and although there are only dozens of them, they play an enormous role in the battlefield in front of them.

The thousand nights passed straight from the fierce battlefield in the direction of the Brahms and Weber Years. Outside the town, which has been swept away by the explosion of the Force, Brahms and Weber Year are in a desperate battle and the battlefield has from time to time exploded into dazzling white light.

The Viscount of the Spider is huge and flexible, and all eight limbs are horrible killing instruments, and the fragile body of man is no different than the sharp edge. He held a new Force gun in his left hand, and a five-metre-long trident in his right.

The trident is the Viscount's main weapon of attack. It stirs up dozens of square spaces with a straight-up stab and cross cut. The solid earth reveals waves of the raging force circle by circle. Occasionally, the force gun will make a noise. The past ground will blow up a large hole, and the war situation is extremely dangerous.

Most of Weiber's body was hidden behind a giant shield, barely defending itself. He's been circling around Brahms, and nearly half of Viscount Spider's attacks are empty. The other half was blocked by a giant shield that sparkled with yellow light during Webster.

Wei Bai year drives a thousand mountains in a different way than Wei Daotian. He can't see the mountain illusion in a thousand mountains at all times. Only when Brams' attack is present will he see the yellow light flash, and immediately after blocking the attack, the yellow light will disappear again.

The Brahms offensive was trendy and fierce, but Weber Year was not entirely defenceless.

A thousand nights after approaching the battlefield, he saw Weibe's circumnavigation to Brahms' side, suddenly waving his heavy shield, with that wide edge severely chopped on the foot of a spider demon. Viscount Spider's foot is naturally grown with a thick black crust, harder than stainless steel, and more heavily armored defense than his upper body.

Brahms was struck several meters flat with this full force as Webster cut off his shield every year and made the sound of a metal bump. But Brahms' foot was nothing but a crack in the crust.

At this point, a Brahms counter-attack shot was blowing out, grasping the momentary gap when Webster crashed into him and his body stopped. Wei Bai Yen also reacted quickly, and when he hit him, he retreated, although Viscount Spider's weapon took up a cheap distance and could only be hit. But Wei Bai's offensive momentum has not yet completely turned around. Without carrying enough mountains, he was born with this memory. He was bombarded dozens of meters and fell to the ground, suddenly spraying blood.

Brahms made a roaring laugh, and regardless of the broken limb, moved the giant spider's body toward Webster's Year like a flying mountain peak.

Two close guards, who had been patrolling near the battlefield, jumped to stop them, but Viscount Spider-Man had long seen their movements, and a trident swept them and photographed them out. Until the horrendous forces of Brahms, ordinary fighters of human class VII and VIII could hardly resist.

Brahms suddenly felt a strange body and a spider's leg seemed to be stuck in muddy marsh. The accelerating Brahms suddenly lost his balance and the giant spider's body twisted to the side. He was furious and angry, and he leaned over and saw that the spider's leg was actually embraced by a small human.

The soldier, even by human standards, was not big enough, and in Brahms' eyes was about the size of a plate of main dishes, yet the immense power coming from his legs was the opposite, and the Viscount of the Spider was dragged backwards.

Brahms was surprised, and then the ferocity grew, and he suddenly raised his other spider leg, ready to pierce that nasty little bug with a sharp, unmatched front end hole.

As soon as I felt a sharp wind coming next to me, I let go, bent my back, pushed my foot down, disappeared from the spot, fitting into the other spider leg.

With a bang, Brahms lifted his limbs like a sharp blade, but the other spider leg came with a severe pain. At one point, he couldn't stand steadily and his large body began to shake dramatically.

Prepare to jump flexibly off the spot when the night hits, then take off the back hammer, arms, exhale and sound, the hammer slams round, and hit the spider leg in front of you!

Just listening to a chirp, the hard shell shattered, the pieces peeled off, the black steel column-like spider leg broke, slowly leaning.

It is not that the power of the thousand nights is greater than the Wei Pak Years, but the position of this hammer is exactly where Wei Pak Years just hit the shield. Both memories compare to the battle to overlap the strike of the power, the spider leg immediately can not bear to break.

Bramston was in a state of rage and raised his gun with outrage. The power of Viscount Spider-Man is so fierce that any nuclear projectiles fired will explode violently. The position of Viscount Thousand Nights is too close to his body. If it is hit by a single shot, even the Viscount of Energy will be swept in himself. But Brahms, angry at this moment, seems to be overwhelmed.

Yet when he leaned down, he did not find that tiny human being.

After a thousand nights of hammering the spider's legs, he did not fall in love, immediately threw down the cracked hammer at the top and ran, and when Brahms looked to the right and finally found out, he had rushed dozens of meters away.

Brahms growled louder, the force gun moved slowly, the gun mouth became brighter and brighter, the Viscount now doesn't care what the point is, anyway, with the power of Brahms, even if the gun can't hit a thousand nights, the aftermath of the explosion is enough to sweep him in.

Then suddenly a gunshot sounded, and that was the sound of an eagle strike, a force flashing a milky white light, bursting into the back of Brahms' brain.

After the glare of the force explosion dissipated, some chips, along with most of Brahms' helmet, took off, and Viscount Spider-Man, who had been interrupted by the power of the force gun, looked a little dizzy. He shook his head hard, but nothing was wrong. He plunged a chimp into the earth and began to look around, looking for the guy who dared to shoot the black gun.

At this time of the thousand nights, he flashed into a defense next to him long ago, out of the sight of Viscount Spider. But as he had expected before the war, Eagle Strike had little power in front of the General. This dark coalition, which is dominated by spider demons and werewolves, is a highly defensive race among the Dark Warriors. If it hadn't been for such harm as hitting the eyes, ears, and heart, even the Grade 4 Force Gun would have been deadly.

At this time, Weiber year has recovered, quickly approaching the Viscount who is still searching for his enemies, searching for a gap and patting him on Brahms' spider belly, hurting him and turning around with Weiber's annual battle. But Brahms broke one leg, much less flexibility, and Webster's avoidance was significantly easier.