Monarch of Evernight

There are three rows of crystalline scales on the back of a giant python, each with a palm size that extends from the head of the snake to the tail of the snake. The other python has only a row of scales.

Under the night, the crystalline scale of the giant python sparkles with a faint glow, swimming with a strip of light flowing, unusually mysterious and beautiful.

This is Crystal Python, a vicious beast unique to the Continent of Everlasting Night, famous for its poisonous fog, the adult Python, which grows three rows of crystalline scales, has the equivalent of seven or eight human fighters.

Thousand nights looking at the two pythons, wanting not to go down, the smaller python first found someone outside, the python vigilantly raised high, a large mouthful, suddenly a glittering fog sprayed.

Avoid the fog at night, no longer hesitate, jump off the cliff, the instant the nest of crystal python * *.

A bright red knife flashed through the air, shining teeth piercing the head of the three rows of scaly pythons. It took almost 80% of the force to insert the knife into the gap in the skull, and you can see how hard the big guy's head is. At this strength, even an eagle strike can't bomb his skull at once.

Python's vitality was extremely tenacious, and even when his head was pierced, he rolled over desperately, almost photographing a thousand nights on the wall of a hole. At this moment, he finally found an opponent of horn power. He gripped his shiny teeth with one hand and tightened his crystalline python with the other. As the python rolled over, he jumped between the walls of the hole from time to time. No matter how the python was shaken, it was not thrown away.

The horn force lasted a long time before Crystal Python could get down.

The other single row of back-square python next to him was almost forced out of the cave by the twisted energy, which was when he found the opportunity to fly over and attack the thousand nights. However, its strength was so poor that it appeared to be only four or five grades old that it died in the blink of an eye.

When the night is darkest, climb back to the top of the cliff. His backpack drummed a lot and was filled with a palm-sized crystal scale.

Python scales have long been proven to be a crystal, and injecting force excitation can illuminate beautiful halos. As a result, python scales are pricey, both as raw materials for low-level force arrays and as a jewellery material popular in the upper continents. It's just that the two pythons are too big to take away so many scales at night, picking only the best quality packed one backpack, less than a third.

Back in the cave at night, a thick layer of blood suddenly appeared on his face, spraying a light red mist between his breaths.

Just when he slaughtered the first three rows of scaly python, in order to prevent it from dying and striking back, he stabbed the last knife directly into his heart at night, and suddenly a large amount of blood gas poured into him from his shiny teeth, almost equivalent to the strength of the 9th level Dark Warrior, only poor quality and very high impurities.

For the first time in a thousand nights, it was discovered that blood gas could be drawn from a beast of dark attributes such as crystal python. The abundance of dark force contained therein is also above the same level of dark warrior, and it is not important whether or not the blood gas from the beast is pure.

But Thousand Nights is a little confused, thinking of a detail that he neglected in the past, as if the vast majority of exotic beasts on the Continent of Everlasting Nights had nuclear attributes biased towards the dark side?

Over the next period, the itinerary of the thousand nights turned several battlefields, and he went to see for himself the planned battlefields of several dark races, according to the signs on the map of the Wei family, while also observing the forces of the Expeditionary Army, the main imperial regiment and the private militias of the warring nations.

As in the case of the White Valve Private Army several times before, he used his super-range sniper's expertise to help the Imperial Warriors speed up or pull back into battle. However, as soon as the form of battle became clear, he quickly left and no longer made more contact with those clans.

One ordinary morning, on the silver plains on the northern edge of the continent, a terrible war has just ended.

In the past, the plain was filled with luminous grass, and under a dark velvety night, with a light of silver, the whole plain was like a huge, luminous lake, shaken by a layer of silver. Once a landscape on the Continent of Everlasting Night, the Expeditionary Army lost several important positions in the vicinity, and no one came to visit the Silver Plains as dark races began to emerge.

And now, the entire Silverlight Plain has become completely invisible, with signs of corrosion and burning everywhere, with some explosions forming giant pits that can circle up to 100 meters. Almost all the silver grass is burned out, and the bare brown soil is filled with fine green streams, which are the body fluids of the spider demon, a highly corrosive venom that destroys all viability of the soil and never grows again.

A team of Expeditionary and Imperial Corps soldiers is clearing the battlefield, removing a body and artifact and moving to a designated location. From the point of view of battlefield control, this brutal battle should be a victory for humanity. But from standing on the edge of the battlefield on the faces of a group of Imperial generals, no joy can be seen.

Among the general dressed in jungle, the white dimples that still strike the wide sleeve robe stand out as unique. However, she is also uniquely qualified, and in the Silver Light battlefield, which includes three counties, she is the strong one sitting in the town and can take over the entire theatre if necessary.

Although the Silver Light Battle Zone is a secondary war zone, there is also a pre-built battlefield for the Dark Race. And few of the empire's younger generations are able to defend one side independently.

White, convex, light clothes are covered in blood, with many broken shoulders and implicitly visible wounds of flesh rolls. Her face was pale and not a little bloody, her breath was slightly unstable and she was clearly not badly injured.

Most of the Imperial generals around her were more than twice her age, yet all eyes were full of admiration and fear. This is not a tribute to White Valve, but because of her real track record, in the war that just ended, White Bump almost killed the strongest man on his own, which made it difficult to reverse the battle.

Looking at the scene of the fierce battle, an old general with white spots sighed heavily and said, “We've won, haven't we? ”

Another general laughed bitterly: "The Dark Race is defeated, retreating in an orderly fashion. We can only count as winners. ”

The old general said in a gloomy manner: "My group's armies are all gone, and I may have to undo the number when I get back. ”

One consoled: "No, you will do great work, and the Empire will surely rebuild the armies of one or three groups. ”

“I hope so.” The old general sighed and shook his head, still helpless.

These generals naturally know that, although rebuilt, the group army will also fall into the third category, and that a Forces nouvelles is no match for the ranks it has brought with it for many years.

And suddenly his eyes were open, and he said, "We have more than 100,000 casualties here? ”

A general next to him hurried back: "Still counting, but I estimate it could be over 110,000. ”

White dimples seem to be talking to themselves: “There are nearly 10,000 casualties of regular fighters on the dark side of the race, and more than 100,000 cannon ashes are dead. What the hell are they fighting for? ”

The generals face each other, and no one can answer. The battle was extremely tragic, with the Dark Race spreading like a tide, going back and forth, completely fearless of life and death, the vast majority of which went down with the Empire Warriors, not even stingy with the casualties of regular warriors, almost to cast doubt on the Dark Race. The purpose of this battle is to drag more Empire Warriors to die with it.

The generals had no bottom of their minds and no one dared speak much.

The white bump suddenly flashed and instantly appeared dozens of meters away, squatting next to the body of an Expeditionary soldier, pulling out a knife and opening the Expeditionary's chest.

The generals were all stuck in her sudden moves, and they followed the past. White bumps never do meaningless things, obviously they find something out of the ordinary.

The white concave pointed to the warrior's body and frowned: “You see, he was stabbed to death by a high-ranking blood sword through his eyebrow, and his body should not have been affected. But now he's losing his life extraordinarily fast, don't you think that's unusual? ”

Shortly after the soldier's death, there were signs of atrophy in his gut, and such changes continued in the organs of the body, which would turn him into a dry body in less than two days.

A sensible general suddenly plunged his hand into the ground and grabbed a bunch of dirt and pinched it so hard that blood dripped out of his fingers!

Seeing this scene, the general looked heavily and said: "It seems that this land has the power to absorb blood. No wonder I always feel a little heavy, this place can't stay long. ”

But if it's just the environment, there's nothing to be afraid of. Everyone in this room is strong, strong and strong, and the absorption of Silver Plains has little effect on them.

White bumpy eyebrows locked tighter, slowly: “Perhaps it's not that simple, don't forget, the old guys in the council forever, maybe crazy, but there's never a fool. Show me the map again. ”

A Major General's Chief of Staff took out the latest military map and pulled it apart in front of the white bumps. This military map shows a total of fifteen battlefields, including the Silver Plains. There have been seven wars, with three wins and four losses, and a slight downwind.

This is a battlefield set by the Dark Race, so when people redeploy, they have a slight advantage, from the strong to the military arrangements. Even so, they still lose more and win less.

He stared at fifteen battlefields and frowned.

In fact, the Imperial Army had already conducted a thorough analysis of the 15 battlefields, including various on-line mapping, but all the resulting patterns were pointless. There are many people who have used the secret speculation method, even Lin Xitang deliberately rushed from Xijiang to Didu, but it is also the Great Derivative Sky Machinery.

It is not surprising, however, that the dark side is said to have come to several perennial parliamentary giants sitting in towns, with those old guys present, how could they have been extrapolated by the clandestine laws of the people.

The old general said: "Miss Bai, we've only fought seven battles now, and there are eight battles to be fought later. Perhaps a few more times, we'll be able to see something. ”