Monarch of Evernight

Until the moment the trigger is pulled, all the movements and reactions of the thousand nights come from the battle instincts of Thousand Hammers, with little time to think.

When the bullet popped, he suddenly realized that it was the ‘bullet’ handed over to him by the ‘master' Jane that was the last one to hit the right wheel gun of the peanut. He didn't even pre-fill the force!

Thousands of nights and nights, for a veteran, should never have made such a mistake. But that blank bullet actually hit out?

He did not pay any attention at this time to the effect of the last shot, the unperfused force solid bullet, a metal bullet, and the absence of a medium to detonate, striking the Viscount of Blood was presumably like throwing a small stone in the past.

The Viscount did not think that a Class 4 Force pistol could break his defense when so many guns were continuously fired from the peanuts before, and Zaren simply kept his blood shield defense simple. He had no intention of avoiding it. He focussed only on the blood poison in his body.

And Thousand Nights didn't actually count on the attack power of the peanuts, he just sent more blood into Zaren in this way. Now let's look at the results of the blood gas struggle.

Thousands of nights, despite the mind turning, the body moves quickly and lightning, and as soon as the trigger is pulled to the bottom, it jumps off the ground and leaps in the direction of the good escape.

However, when he was in the middle of the air, his ears were suddenly filled with a strange whistle, and for a moment he couldn't hear anything, and then he felt a powerful fluctuation of energy rising behind him, although the direction was not towards him.

Turning back a thousand nights, I saw a completely unexpected scene.

The ‘bullet’, which flies half the distance, shines through the body, and all the fine lines shine brightly, then breaks down into irregular loops, falling off the upper layer of the bullet.

These lights, which make up an irregular circle, flash like stars, and each time the brightness is extinguished, it appears that a pattern is implicit, much like an array of miniature forces. And every time a circle falls off, the bullet seems to speed up a few points.

Short distance, hundreds of rings fell off the bullet! Between the turns, the housing fades away, revealing a centimetre long silver core in the center.

The brightness of the core is unusual, even in the light of the force without extinguishing, the luster of the material is undoubtedly high pure silver, also full of textures, like an unknown array of forces engraved.

At this moment, the core of the flying flash was exposed, with a thundering whistle, and the pinch rolled away. Unless a little light is still tiny, this powerful fluctuation of the force is almost delusional.

Zalun, the first to strike, looked up stunned, but for too short a time, too close, the blood shield did not act as an obstacle, and was directly pierced by the hole!

Thousands of nights were stunned by this scene. After falling from the air, I almost forgot to keep running. A heavily traumatized blood Viscount is a great temptation to risk a thousand nights to kill him, even at the cost of serious injuries.

But the tempting idea was immediately resisted by the thousand nights, and the recent experiences of facing the dark wars told him that the seriously wounded wars would also be warlords and could definitely be pulled together.

Besides, at the time, in order to bleed out with the twins, he only considered the speed of shooting and maximizing the blow to the blood Viscount's body, without specifically targeting the point, as was the case with the last shot. Looking at Zaren's location, the secret silver core just rubbed past his heart, which was not a fatal injury to a heavily formed upper blood clan.

The thousand nights then accelerated, crossing the mountains and disappearing between the peaks.

And the traumatized Zaren burst into a painful howl at the moment of the bullet, and the blood suddenly boiled around him, covering almost everyone.

He looked down at the wounds on his chest, the large flesh and blood burned into coke by the secret silver, the exposed organs constantly evaporating the blood fog, wriggling desperately to resist this external erosion. But the black line with the wires climbed up like a vine, from a thousand nights of blood poison.

Zaren removed a black crystal vial from his pocket and twisted the cap away with a slightly trembling hand. There is a drop of blood in the vial, not stationary, but rolling back and forth for a moment, like looking for an exit.

The Viscount approached the wound and the drop of blood immediately flew out of the bottle, rushing into the wound and instantly melting into his flesh. Zaren made another painful howl, kneeling down and trembling uncontrollably all over her body.

But the flesh that rotted rapidly in his wound stopped deteriorating, and moments later the flesh that was rotted by the secret silver began to fall off, revealing the pink newborn granulation. A little later, a great deal of black blood seeped out of his skin and thousands of nights of blood poison were expelled.

This is a drop of pure plasma blood from the clan, from a powerful Earl of the clan, and Zaren got it for the great work he had done in the past.

This drop of pure source blood immediately creates a descendant of a blood knight on the human body, and there is a majority chance of upgrading the blood line on the lower or cluttered blood family, which is a life-saving cure for Zaren, who is already the Viscount. Any injury that is not a direct death can be saved.

However, unlike the fine blood used by ordinary blood families to hold or make blood slaves for the first time, this pure source blood, even powerful counts, takes decades to condense into a drop.

When Zaren stood up again, his handsome face had been completely twisted, staring dead into the direction of a thousand nights away, biting his teeth: “I'll catch you and let you know what the real hell is! ”

Zaren's voice spread far and wide, roaring in the mountains.

A thousand nights on the run heard Zaren's roar, and his heart was pounding. He did not expect the Viscount of Blood to be so badly wounded that he recovered between his eyes. The dark wars of the Thirteen clans would indeed be extraordinary.

Thousands of nights began to accelerate, he thought he would have at least one day to flee, so long as he chose more complex environments, such as dense forests, to cast doubt, tracking would become particularly difficult. But now, the two sides are only half an hour away, and there is no time to remove the traces.

The escape lasted another day and night. The distance between the two is decreasing, although the process is still very slow.

With such an unexpected outcome, Zaren did not expect a knightly little fellow to last so long, but was more determined to root out the grass.

Although the other party fired a strange force bullet of Dawn attributes with a blood shotgun, the invading blood poison confirmed Zaren's previous speculation that such a rival clan son, against whom such a blood force could resist, would obviously have to be strangled before the other party could grow.

Besides, Zalun's loss is also enormous. The pure source blood used does not know when to get another drop. The huge amount of time spent in pursuing it is almost certain that it cannot be covered up. If this operation eventually fails to find a clue about the Black Wings King treasure, he will certainly be severely punished when he returns.

Now it is only after a thousand nights that his blood can dry out that evil breath.

Zaren climbed to a peak and watched a faint shadow disappear again in sight, laughing furiously, “Running to the boundaries of the people? You don't think those animals can resist anything, you filthy scum! ”

He was buried in front of him for thousands of nights, walking in a straight line most of the time, with little hindrance from the terrain, occasionally encountering special terrain, and using a handful along the way.

By now, however, his blood from the Blood Knight is almost exhausted, and he will only be able to consume the Dawn Force and Blood Gas in his body. The only thing that counts as a harvest is that under such a long run, the legs strengthen for a thousand nights, getting maximum grinding, not only stabilizing strength, but also seemingly slightly growing.

Another day passed, crossing thousands of kilometres, and Zhao Valve territory was at the other end of the mountain range in front. The speed of both has slowed considerably and the distance between the two sides has been reduced to one or two kilometres, but this distance has not moved for some time.

However, the mind is particularly heavy at night, and with his remaining strength, he will not be able to survive this mountain. He was extremely tired at the time, moving his legs almost mechanically, but still tried to concentrate, observe the surrounding terrain and think about countermeasures.

Over the ridge at night, there was a long, slow slope leading to the valley ahead.

He leaps out step by step, rolls all the way down the slope through the impulse until the bottom of the slope, then leaps up and prepares to barely explode again to pass through the valley as quickly as possible. This may allow us to temporarily escape the sight of the Viscount of the Blood through the visual shielding caused by the earth. If the terrain was available at the other end of the valley, it would give him the advantage of a little further distance.

The valley seemed quiet and beautiful, but no scenery had been seen in the eyes of the thousand nights, and he was nervously judging the position and terrain of the exit at the other end, so that the moment it rushed out of the valley he decided to continue his escape route.

At this moment, the thousand nights suddenly stop!

A beautiful view swept into his view, shaded by green trees on the hillside and blankets of grass in the valley, adorned with stars and dotted mountain flowers. A creek crawls down a cliff and bends into a river in the valley. Bishui can see the bottom, fingering long little fish swimming.

The scenery is picturesque.

In the center of this scroll, there's also a teenage girl.

She has dark hair and a soft, airy temperament, like an elf who shouldn't appear in the universe. She was squatting by the river at the moment, swinging the river with her slender skirt in her hand. Fiber jade fingers, scratched in water, skin almost clear.

Instead of being frightened, the fish gathered around the girl's fingers.

The teenage girl seemed to love these little lives in the water, but somehow, there was always a faint sorrow between her eyebrows that could not be dissolved.

This is a beautiful scroll that suffocates, and the moment it rushes into view, the mind of a thousand nights is struck by something, with a trance of a moment.

As if she felt the sight of a thousand nights, she also raised her head at this time, reflecting the figure of a thousand nights in a pair of clear eyes.

At the moment of opposite sight, both the thousand nights and the young girl recognized each other.

The last few months have been busy and crazy, often taking a little time to write after midnight, but watching the chapters and subscriptions, dedications, gifts, and feeling like I need to stick with them anyway. Thank you to every reader who supports me!