Monarch of Evernight

After crossing the bridge, his eyes suddenly felt that there seemed to be a line of destiny broken in the underworld, and then there was a void in his heart.

She couldn't say for sure what had been lost, but the feeling of emptiness made her very sad.

Night vision sits alone, thinking alone, trying to find the answer. A figure suddenly appeared, making her shudder.

“Could it be him?” Night eyes were surprised, yet there was another voice in her heart that was telling her, not surprisingly.

Rest for a few hours and the team continues to move forward. After crossing the fog, they finally saw a city.

The whole city is silent, devoid of life and hustle, full of dust, not knowing how many years it has spent in darkness and silence. The team searched several buildings and found no body or skeleton at all, and all residents were unaware of where they had gone.

In the house, the kitchen pots are on the stove, the utensils are on the table, the bedding on the bedroom bed is not yet covered, just no sign of the owner.

Their quest was smooth, with an incredibly large temple in the heart of the city, a goal that could never be missed. When people enter the temple, they are shocked by what they see.

The palace was extremely empty, and there was nothing superfluous in the huge space of hundreds of metres square. There was only a tall platform standing in the center, four corners standing each with a statue of a crystal girl. The hands of the four girls were extended upwards and raised to a common position in the air, as if they were praying for something.

Though they now have nothing in their hands, people feel the same way: there should have been something there.

The thing that disappeared was probably the treasure they had been searching for.

Mars just wanted to fly up to the platform and was pulled by Saddison and pointed to the ground and said, "Look under your feet! ”

Mars lowered his head and suddenly sucked in a breath of cold air.

The floor of the entire hall is filled with crossed and staggered marks, carefully looking at the connections between them, and in the eyes of Mars, self-meaning, is actually an array of forces spread throughout the hall.

Look at the array under your feet, look at the high ground, and Mars suddenly realizes, “This is the altar! ”

Saddison nodded softly.

Those markings that form the array are actually a trench, which acts as a carrier medium, and it is clear that the energy that drives the operation of this vast array is not just a force. Altars, by definition, also require sacrifice in order to function.

So, what exactly are sacrifices and mediums? Is there a connection between the two?

In Dark Mud Town, for a thousand nights, two days and one night did not walk out of the quiet room.

All spider demon blood is nearly depleted, and a small swirl is running at a thousand nights belly position. What makes up the vortex is an extremely pure dark force, infinitely close to the dark origin at the top of the everlasting side, in terms of the area of property distribution.

Nevertheless, it is not known that Brahms' strength is due to his innate strength. After entering the war, Viscount Spider-Man remained half human for such a long time that he was unable to freely convert between human figures and spider forms like most upper spider demons, because the blood of the Viscount was not pure enough.

Such vast but impure raw blood can ultimately refine such a pure dark force, which, if known by the perpetual night camp, will cause a great deal of sensation, no less dramatic than the creation of a new seat in the perpetual night council.

But the mystery of a thousand nights is another thing, and the number of these dark forces seems to be too small in proportion to the concentration and purification of the Dawn Force. He did not expect much darkness, but such obvious changes could not be ignored at all.

That little whirlpool is still spinning, like the thickest clouds, dark, dark, and deep. It's been watching for a long time, and there's even the illusion of bleeding in endless darkness.

“The black and the red are the basics.” This is a description of Song's ancient volumes for the cultivation of Xuan Zheng, about to enter the hall.

A thousand nights sighed in my heart, and the last moment was coming.

After two days and one night, his once depleted Dawn Force has slowly risen back to its original level. At this time, in the thousands of nights, the tides of dawn flow along the blood veins, while a dark swirl lies beneath the belly of the Dantian. When the dark force is completely condensed, you can immediately see how it will react with the condensed Dawn Force that already exists in his body.

Is the ice flame proven by 1,200 years of practice unusable by the people, or is the amazing balance of darkness and dawn on Song's ancient volumes?

Thousands of nights have not gone too far to think or fear the impending outcome, and to this day there is actually no choice. He would rather bet on life and death than do anything but let the dark forces erode.

He led the dark force into the last Sunday, when the vortex spun several times faster and then shrunk sharply, eventually turning into a black crystal bead the size of a fingertip.

How could there be such a thing? Thousands of nights stunned that there was no conflict between darkness and the forces of dawn, which was good news, but he also had no sense of the balance between darkness and dawn.

Without waiting for a thousand nights of consciousness to stretch out and probe, the black crystal beads suddenly split and a tiny, almost indistinguishable stream of golden blood emerged from it.

The colour of this nascent bloodbath is biased towards dark gold. Although the breath is extremely weak, it adds a breath of cold and high forest. It is even more hidden from the ancient intentions of the wilderness of time, as if it had existed for tens of millions of years.

Dark golden blood began to swim slowly, leaving a faint end like a comet before dissipating for a moment.

Thousands of nights suddenly discovered that there seemed to be very fine symbols in the trail, but the golden blood gas was so small that it left a slighter trace, and he was even a little unsure if he really saw anything.

The first area where dark golden blood gas swims is where dark crystal bead debris hangs, and as it travels, the debris disappears. And then it began to flow up along the flowing bloodstream in the body of a thousand nights, as if to recognize and familiarize itself with this whole new world.

There is a sudden feeling of the thousand nights. If the original golden blood gas seems to have its own wisdom, the dark golden blood gas in front of it is like a newborn baby.

The dark golden blood gas eventually came to the position of the heart, and the pupil that lost the golden blood gas did not dissipate, still floating in the heart. Dark golden blood is like a curious child, spinning around the rune twice, touching it a few times with a fine top, then sticking one head in, picking it up, stumbling, as if finally confirming it was his new home.

When Thousand Nights walked out of the training room, he saw Song Hu sitting outside, seemed to have waited a long time. There is a lot to do after the Great War. If it is not necessary, Song Hu will not come here to waste time.

“What, is something wrong?” Reach out at night and ask Qi to help him change his inside and outside clothes that are soaked with sweat.

"Traces of the Dark Race Follow-up Army in the Great Marsh have been discovered," said Song Hu. "General Wei asked you to go to him as soon as you finished practicing. You have to arrange defense matters. ”

Most of the Expeditionary Officers had dispersed as they walked into the Council Chamber during the thousands of nights, and several close guards of the Wei family had taken over the task and were preparing to leave.

Wei Bo Yen stood in front of the battlefield map and turned around and said, “There's good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first? ”

“Good news.” Watching Webster Years is still in the mood to joke, things should not be at their worst, but a thousand nights just passed in the yard with a bunch of officers, their faces don't look very good.

"The good news is that the vanguard forces of the Dark Army, which were extinguished in the last war, are actually half their forces in this direction," Wei said. And compared to previous battles of the Expeditionary Army, the price we pay can be said to be very small. ”

He nodded a thousand nights and asked, "So what's the bad news? ”

Weibe smiled bitterly and said: “The bad news is that the Dark Race did not increase its ranks, but did not intend to divert its forces. The follow-on forces have been found in the middle of the Dark Mud Swamp just now, in spite of the news coming from them. The leader is likely Soto, the Spirit. ”

“Spirit? Isn't that the werewolf tribe? ”

“Yes, the spirits of one of the ten largest tribes of werewolves, famous for radical belligerency and brutal homicide. That's it. The problem is that Soto and Rift are also warlords. ”

A thousand nights frowned, “Two warriors? ”

Wei Bo nodded, concentrating, "Yeah, losing half the team doesn't change course, obviously this war zone is just a small link in their troop deployment. But in such a discreet direction, two warlords were dispatched, and it appears that the Dark Race's offensive is unprecedentedly strong. ”

Walking to Webster's Year at a thousand nights, looking at the latest marked map on the table, he said, "General, how's your wound? ”

“Almost recovered, good thing I brought a private stash effect this time. I didn't want to use it. I didn't expect another werewolf! Alas, that pill is close to a Grade Six gun.” Speaking of which, Webster shrugged his shoulders.

There have always been very few special effects available to restore injury in a short period of time, which is the life-saving cards of a time of crisis, yet another dark war is about to come, forcing Weber Year to return to full prosperity as soon as possible.

Weiber brought the subject back to business and said: "I have urgently drawn teams from other lines, leaving only the forces of law and order everywhere, so that we can barely maintain our strength. Your Dark Fire Mercenary Corps defensive position is here, about a hundred meters away from the city wall, and three blocks away. ”

Thousand nights he reached out and pointed to the map and said: "It seems a little weak here...”

Speaking of which, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable holding the left hand of the table and moved his lower arm. Only a single shout was heard, and the entire conference table was broken into countless pieces of wood, and even military maps were split into pieces of paper.

Hold your left hand in a false press position for a while at night.

Webster was also surprised and asked subconsciously, "What's going on? ”

“I... that, it seems, uses a little bit of strength.” Answered in a thousand nights.