Monarch of Evernight

“A little too much power?” Wei Binian was confused, he had seen his close-knit fighting technique, and the military fighting technique of road cargo was no worse than the national fighting technique in the hands of the thousand nights, how could such a person not control his power. But he immediately reacted, looking up and down at the thousand nights, and said, "You're not promoted, but the power suddenly grows? ”

“It seems so.” After nodding his head for a thousand nights, he found his right leg uncomfortable, sour and itchy, as if countless ants were climbing in it, so he couldn't help but move again. Knock it off, break down the floorboard at night, and come out with a big hole.

Wei Bai year reacted quickly, a yellow force light stretched in the past to help stabilize the body for thousands of nights, or else he would pour it a few more times, and this room would be completely unusable.

Wei Bo Yen looked at his hands and looked rather strange, "How much more power have you got?” His exodus of the Force was as substantial as it was and he felt the power of the Thousand Nights on the ground. In such a short period of time, this growth has been remarkable.

Of course, Thousand Nights itself has no answer. This change is brought about by the nascent dark gold gas. When it occupies the pupil script, Thousand Nights clearly feels that his body has started a new round of strengthening, and it is still going on.

Wei Bo Yen saw the look of the thousand nights, smiled and shook his head. "That's a good thing. Generally, the physical strength of a soldier is noticeable when he or she advances to the ranks, and only talented or special moves will give him or her one or two more chances at each level. It's not surprising that your dawn starts tomorrow with the same level of arrogance, but hurry up and do more training to adapt to new forces as soon as possible. ”

“Go, the next battle is expected to begin in two or three days.” Wei Pai Yen thought about it and said: “Remember to bring some support personnel to the battlefield this time. ”

Thousands of miles off the battlefield, every time is the distance between life and death, we can't afford to miss a little. A thousand nights can be dangerous if you don't get acquainted immediately with your new powers.

Thousand Nights Nod should be that he felt the concern of Weiber Year as an elder, but Huang Quansheng's philosophy is to fight with war and support, and nothing can train faster than the battle benefits of a real knife gun.

The pre-war episode just passed, and three days later hundreds of dark armies appeared outside the town of Dark Mud, still without cannon ash, all regular fighters.

After the last battle, all peripheral defenses were ruined, and most of the buildings in the town were completely damaged, although all repairs were made in the last few days, only one appearance could be maintained.

The original gates and towers, for example, were razed to the ground in the Battle of Brahms and Weber, and now only a row of sharpened wooden fences are erected on the ruins, which is the right line of defense. The walls of other areas were also damaged, and in some cases the entire area collapsed, forcing only logs to fill the gap.

So when Soto and Rift came out of the swamp, what they saw was a shattered black mud town, worse than the sights of a large human colony. In the eyes of this three-metre, full-body, deep-gray fur werewolf, those defenses are hardly fortifications, and roadblocks are somewhat forcible.

A Lt. Col. Werewolf came and paid a military salute to Soto, reporting that “the guards in the towns ahead have been identified as the official number of the Human Expeditionary Army. There is also the smell of blood in this area, the smell of Lord Brahms and his warriors. ”

Soto snorted, "So Brahms, the brainless fool, is the whole army gone? ”

“It should be. General Soto, do we have to wait for reinforcements? ”

Soto hummed again, Mori coldly: “Wait for what? After the information was sent back, no new instructions have been issued. Besides, we're going to the master, but Count Monroe's strength, you know the consequences of the delay.” He refers to Dark Mud Town and says, "Do you want me to report being dragged here by all this crap? ”

The lieutenant colonel had to bow his head, and the werewolves and blood tribes would have a lot of friction and disgust each other even when the coalition forces. But unlike Monroe, this name is not only one of the thirteen clans of blood, but has a place throughout the dark world. A powerful Earl of Monroe, enough to keep the haughty werewolf respectful.

“Though Brahms was not very brainy, his strength was there, and even I was not sure he would prevail. This area is just a level 3 defensive area for a division of the Expeditionary Army, up to one or two generals. How could it not have paid for Brahms? Now they're mostly bluffing.” Speaking of which, Soto raised his head and shouted a long wolf!

A circle of dark red fluctuations spread rapidly around Soto, and all werewolves instantly stood up with dark red bloodluminescence on their surfaces.

After a war roar, Soto sounded another wolf. This is an order from the entire army.

Hundreds of werewolves howled, then swooped to Dark Mud Town at full speed, hundreds of meters in front of them lightning fast.

The running werewolves suddenly soared bright fireballs, and heavy guns roared in the air. A dozen werewolves immediately took off, falling in the opposite direction, and two unlucky ones were directly hit by shells, flying with amputations and a wolf's head.

That casualty, however, was completely insignificant compared to the entire force. Instead of slowing down, the werewolves began to fight, and powerful leaders slowed down and turned their attention to the turret.

When the second round of heavy artillery shells arrived, most of them were blown up in the air by the commanders. Only three successfully landed, killing and wounding several werewolf fighters, which is the full result of the heavy artillery.

Watching the most forward-looking warriors rush into the town, Soto finally moves, and makes a big stride towards Dark Mud Town, where the Lycan General likes to dig out the enemy's heart with his own hands.

A werewolf captain slammed against the city wall, sweeping his claws across the front of an Expeditionary soldier and jumped straight into town. He rushed for two steps, and suddenly an emergency stop, 10 meters ahead, was coming out of the house next to him at night, blocking the way of Captain Wolf.

Captain Werewolf was full of spirits, fur upside down. The young man in front of him is not strong, even by human standards, but the heavy armor roughly tied outside the samurai uniform is clearly a part of the spider demon's heavy armor, and the hammer in his hand is the style only a spider demon leader would use. That thing is too heavy, and even a leader werewolf rarely chooses this style.

The subconscious perception of the unparalleled danger of smelling allowed Captain Werewolf to remove the battle axe behind him. After all, werewolves were not beasts, and at the juncture of life and death, weapons were still more reliable than Billy's claws and teeth.

Captain Werewolf shouted and rushed to the night at full speed.

Thousands of nights seemed a little slow, even awkward, and he just threw the hammer wheel up and smashed it down with his head toward the captain of the Lycan.

When the hammer lifts its head to the sky, it suddenly brings out an unusually high tsunami. Captain Werewolf can't believe his ear. It's clearly a blunt instrument. Why would he make such an empty sound? Instinct drove him to roar and dance as hard as he could to stop this blow.

Only half the attention of the Thousand Nights is on Captain Werewolf, his joints in all limbs are still sore and itchy, and there is an uplifting feeling of energy, as if it would be more comfortable to spill out the power. He held a hammer with his hands and a bright red hammer landed precisely on the werewolf's battle axe.

Once upon a time, the tough secondary axe was soft as fresh bread, collapsing as soon as it touched, deforming like molten butter, and the hammer fell unhindered.

What follows is the deformation of the werewolf's head and body.

The hammer fell straight to the bottom of the thousand nights, and a deep pit appeared on the pavement of a long bluestone slab. Captain Werewolf and his battle axe were thrown deep into the pit, and had become a mixture of metal and flesh.

Thousands of nights surprised themselves, pure power combined with the force is so powerful? For three days, although he has been training to master new powers, it has been difficult to control the power of his hands because his physical changes have not stopped.

However, according to the common sense of the past, this process involves constant spilling of power, and it is best to adapt each hit with full force so that the body remembers exactly what is in front of it.

The battlefield is the best sharpening stone.

Carrying a heavy hammer for a thousand nights, he began to look for the next battlefield. Several werewolves were fighting a battle with a group of Expeditionary Warriors, the strongest of which suddenly looked up to the sky, sniffed hard and then turned his head vigilantly to the left. In that direction, the thousands of nights had just taken off the corner of the street, walking in some slow steps.

As soon as the werewolf saw the thousand nights, the roar in his mouth suddenly turned into a whimper. After moaning for a few moments, he suddenly threw his opponent away and fled. The rest of the werewolves were also struck and watched the thousand nights together, pulling their legs together and fleeing.

Thousands of nights couldn't help but be stunned and look at themselves, full of smoke and blood, nothing too special. This is a battlefield. Where is it not bloody?

Coming to the Expeditionary Army for a thousand nights, I just wanted to ask the battle situation. I suddenly saw these fighters pale, looking at their own eyes to frighten them. Someone simply leaned back and passed out.

“What's going on with you people?” You're welcome to ask. He fainted on the battlefield for no reason whatsoever.

A captain bit his teeth one step ahead and said with awe: "Thousand Nights have grown... My lord, for some reason, we are just... scared. ”

The warriors' faces turned a little better when they frowned a thousand nights ago, mindfully shrinking their breath. On the contrary, the thousand nights became extremely confused. It seemed that the problem lay with himself, but if it was repression, he had not come to war, and he did not feel that the atmosphere of force he had unleashed was any different from what it had been before.

Waving at night, these fighters went to another weak zone to reinforce them, while walking towards a spider demon not far away. This is the first level 7 spider demon. When he felt the approach of the thousand nights, he turned his head and saw him, he actually took two steps back.