Monarch of Evernight

The attitude of that old voice towards the poetry picture and Farrah was absolutely unsolicited, yet the two senators of the Everlasting Night did not reveal any discontent.

In the lobby, everyone calmed down immediately. In the vibrant mist of blood above the altar, various lines of constant deformation began to stabilize, implying the contours of an ancient gate, which was no longer an illusion and slowly condensed into substance.

The silence surrounded by silence can be clearly heard several senators breathing significantly worse, and even senators are unable to calm down in the face of the legendary generation of Grand Jun Andorian treasures.

After a moment of waiting, the blood gates that condense in the void are finally shaped. At the center of the gate, is endless darkness, as if through the gate you can travel to another unknown world.

In the perception of these eternal night giants, the space that the blood gates lead to is rapidly changing, spinning like a wheel, like an infinitely different world. These worlds are switching so fast that as soon as the consciousness of their exploration has gathered, they have changed to another new world.

The transformation of these different spaces, with unparalleled cutting power, is then easily cut in half by several members of parliament who are known for their strength.

This is the frightening power of the Blackwing King, who, with only one bloody gate, had difficulty staying in the presence of nearly twenty members of Parliament. After the probe, all the big characters in the perpetual night camp quietly hid their thoughts of forcible deception.

The poetry chart slowly says: "It seems that there are no descendants of the same blood as Andiya, and we cannot open the door to blood at all. That's all right, Your Highness, it's up to you whether you succeed or fail or not. ”

Night Eyes just took a step forward, next to a tall, snow-cold young woman suddenly grabbed a few steps ahead and stood in front of her eyes.

She raised her head and spoke out to a member of the House: "My distinguished Members of Parliament, I also have the blood of Lord Andiya. In many ways, my blood strength is no worse than that of His Highness the Night Eye. At this moment, I am willing to give all my blood as the key to opening the treasure gate! ”

The poetry picture was unhappy and cold: “Bullshit! Twilight, do you know what King's treasure means? How big of a thing is this? How dare you mess with it? ”

Twilight bit his teeth and said, "I know! Admiral Andoria sealed here is his most powerful force, a core array that can grow to the same level as the top ten guns, an array that has its own soul and can choose to depend on its own master! ”

As she put it, those young people who had not yet been able to break with confidential sources were in a state of repressive shock.

The voices of the poetry charts are even colder, colder and implicit: “This is the highest level of secrecy, and only parliamentarians are entitled to know, where did you get the information? ”

Twilight revealed obvious anxiety under the pressure of the poetry map, but instead of bowing her head, she raised her voice and said, “It doesn't matter how I know. What matters is that we, the Dark Pet, the descendants of the Holy Blood, can get the most valuable heirloom from the Lord Andoria! Isn't it? A core array of forces with souls that can grow indefinitely. If we succeed in owning it, we get a famous gun that can confront Mansh Savage. Wouldn't it be a bad idea to try again to achieve that goal? ”

When the poetry chart was furious and was about to say something, a blood congressman suddenly said slowly: "When the core array is now in place, it will judge the blood of its surroundings by itself and choose the object of attachment according to its purity and strength. There's nothing wrong with letting Twilight try it, and the original agreement won't change anyway. When the core array is now listed, just stand by the altar by His Highness the Night Eye. ”

The poetry chart hummed heavily and stared at Twilight and said: "No wonder you found the mountain so bold! ”

Speaking of which, the poetry map turned to the central image of the senators, angry: “If she succeeds, won't she become her future famous gun? That's not what we agreed! ”

The mountain is nothing but a phantom, a vast figure that rises from the ground to the dome of the lobby. No one knows where his entity is, not even if he was there.

When he heard the protest of the poetry map, he said faintly: "This is the internal affairs of the descendants of the Black Wings. But since Twilight wants a chance to try, Silver, are you ready for the price? ”

The bloodthirsty member of the council immediately said: "Our family has prepared enough supplies to satisfy all parties! ”

The huge phantom in the sky slowly lowered his head, revealing a pair of phantom eyes at the head position, looking at the night eyes, and Yan Joyfully asked: "Night eyes, do you agree to let Twilight try it first? ”

At this moment, the eyes of the night eyes are as deep as a sea of blood, vast, and the ripples of the blood sea are still slightly golden. She gazed at the blood gate and the ripples in her eyes gradually converged with the fluctuations in blood gas in the door.

Twilight turned around and looked into her night eyes, her chin raised high and said coldly: "She dared not agree! I also have the blood of King Andoria, and this one of us is the direct descendant of the great king, who is just an occasional awakening lucky man in the branch, not even a warlord. Am I right, Night Eyes, sister? ”

Her name is Sister, she bit me very hard.

Faced with such provocation, Night Eyes only stared at the Blood Gate and laughed a moment later, "Miscellaneous Blood is cluttered blood, there are always some idiots who don't know the thickness of heaven and earth. ”

Night eyes turned to face Emerald Shadow and said faintly: “Let her try if she wants, just hope she has thought clearly about the consequences of giving so much compensation. Plus, I want double. ”

Twilight's eyes burned with anger, saying word for word: "I'll give you five! ”

There was no objection to seeing Wei Emei, and Night Eyes agreed, and the other members of Parliament stopped expressing their opinions.

The bloodline MP has publicly expressed his support for Twilight, so he stands behind Night Eyes and Twilight, one MP each.

Though the purity of blood force after night-eye awakening has been recognized by parliament, Twilight is younger and more famous than ever, has been the heir of the ancient linear lineage, and is now more powerful than night-eye. However, her veins are not as pure as her awakened night vision and are therefore considered to have less potential in the future than her night vision.

However, there has never been a uniform standard for blood purity, and there has always been controversy. This is all the more true in matters such as the inheritance of the Blackwing King. The blood of Andoria is also flowing on Twilight. If it had not been for the birth of Night Eyes, the position in front of the altar would have been hers.

Twilight is willing to offend Night Eyes and the senators behind her to seize this opportunity because those who open the bloody gates have a great chance to become the masters of the core array. Being able to take control of a famous gun means being firmly anchored in the entire perpetual night camp.

At last, Twilight took a deep breath and her face was completely uncovered with ecstasy and excitement. She walked over and stood by the altar.

When the song sounded, the poetry map threw a dagger at her feet.

The blade of the dagger is engraved with countless symbols, and the grip is not a gem, but a living eyeball! The eyeball turned and stared at Twilight. It's just an eyeball, but it gives a clear sense of that bloodthirsty desire.

Twilight picked up the dagger and stretched out his left hand, cleaving his palm.

She made a sudden scream, and a row of teeth appeared on the dagger blade, leaving a wound on her hand that almost cut off her palm! This dagger was cut as if it were more than flesh, but also a soul, and with her will and her madness, she couldn't help but scream.

Blood elephants are drawn from the wound by invisible forces and wildly burst into a blood belt, flying towards the blood gate.

The door immediately reacted, and the array of forces on the door frame lit up, and the deep darkness began to float, gradually forming a passage pointing to a space deep in the unknown. However, the edges of the passage were blurred and swayed violently in torrential rain.

Twilight's pale face slowly raised a layer of dead blue grey, yet not all the arrays of force on the blood gate had been lit. Blood gushes out of her twilight body like a pitch, watching it draw down again. In less than a minute, she will be sucked into a dry corpse by the blood gate.

But at the current rate, the blood gate will probably take at least 10 minutes to fully open.

Twilight bit his teeth tight and his left hand trembled like a chestnut, saying he wouldn't take anything back.

“Enough.” The blood congressman sighed and flashed to the altar, waving his hand off the blood belt connecting the Twilight and Blood Gates.

“No, I can still insist! I...” Twilight tried to fight, but was forced back.

That's when Night Eyes reacted and said, "Finally me? ”

She slowly walked to the altar. As we passed by Twilight and the blood councillor, the councillor suddenly said: "I hope you won't let us down, Your Highness! ”

Night's Eyes stopped, turned around and stared at the blood congressman, and said, "Duke Jordon, you should know that your current position will never be my end. So, for your own sake and for the sake of your descendants, it's best not to offend me again. I've remembered what happened today. And remember, I'll take five, not a penny less! ”

Duke Jordon's face naturally looked as ugly as it could be. He hummed heavily, "Wait till you open the bloody door! ”

Night's eyes walked to the altar, bent over and picked up the dagger, looking up at the bloody gate in the air, dozens of meters high, and slowly cut open his palms.

The dagger screamed delightfully as soon as it tasted the blood from its night eyes!