Monarch of Evernight

With its small size and beautiful surroundings, the castle has become an ancient garden-like garden and garden-like site with a view of the courtyard, which can be seen operating for at least several hundred years.

After a thousand nights of reflection, we began to slowly approach the castle of the blood clan, intending to observe the strength of the family.

On the small square on the side of the castle, there were several floating boats parked, the grounds were small and crowded, obviously there would not be so many floating boats at all. The castle continued to be accessed and exited by blood, and two blood guards stood at the gate.

A thousand nights of silence in his heart frowned slightly, and he saw far more than a castle deserved. Even if a Marquis lived here, the direct descendants combined with the private army would not be able to reach that figure.

Obviously, the castle has become a transit base.

As the night gradually descended, a group of blood came out of the castle and quickly disappeared into the direction of the mountains. At the same time, a group of blood came from outside the mountains and went into the castle to rest.

Thousands of nights watched for a while and endured the idea of grabbing a live one. The bloodline is a very strict creature, especially when the line is as clear as it is, and if a companion disappears without cause, it is immediately inferred that an enemy has infiltrated the vicinity.

A little while later, the observation position began to move at night. After familiarizing himself with the entry and exit patterns of the blood squad, he quietly followed one of the squads and gradually deepened into the mountains.

There are more than a dozen members of the blood clan, all dressed in black trench coats, embroidered with dark red thread at the cuffs with a blue flame square shield badge, apparently a warrior of the same clan. Led by a jazz, they travelled silently and silently through the mountains and all night without a word of conversation.

Soon after dawn, the bloodline arrived in a valley. There is a small camp with full rest and resupply facilities.

There are already several blood families in the camp, all busy. Some are preparing food, others are wiping the force guns and armaments.

Two of the blood families who prepared the food, one of them chopped up a piece of meat and the other dragged a man out of his cage and hung him from the iron shelf next to him. The bloodline then stabbed several hollow needles into the man's artery, and blood immediately gushed from the other end of the tube and landed in a tin tank pre-positioned on the ground.

A thousand nights lying on a hill in the distance. Despite the distance, dark vision still allows him to see everything in the camp clearly and even distinguish the crystalline hair accessories on the flying hairpiece of a blood-girl.

So at night, the blood family cut human flesh! Fresh human flesh!

In the corner of the camp, several large cages were erected, containing dozens of people, each numb and slow. These are human beings raised by blood tribes who, as food, have long known their fate and have given up their struggles altogether.

The man's blood hanging on the wooden shelf was about to run dry, and he had difficulty breathing with his mouth wide open and could not even make a sound. A blood fighter walked over, took away a tin can filled with blood, and then picked up a knife and cut it directly on the man.

The man who was already dying bounced and called out a painful cry, which was only the last struggle and soon lost his voice. His body was sliced off into a plate with a knife, turning it into a dish that would be served on the table.

These blood clans are not only the original ancestral factions, but also the most radical and brutal blood banquet of all. Not only do they suck blood, they feed on humans. For these blood tribes, seeing the expression of human suffering and hearing the great cry is the best accompanying seasoning.

Thousands of nights face iron blue, breathing slowly lengthened, occasionally a ray of colored force rose on the body.

This is not the first time he has seen a blood banquet, nor has he seen a blood banquet that is bigger and more brutal than he has ever seen before. But every time I see a scene like this, the anger and sorrow that comes from the bottom of my heart is always so bitter.

This is the irreconcilable hatred between human beings and bloodlines that comes from the bits and bits of everyday life.

Slow your breath hard for thousands of nights and force your hands out of the eagle. Now is not the time to do it. Even if he can kill all the blood families in this camp, he can't finally save the humans who are used as food, and he can expose them.

And this mountain is bound to be guarded by the strong of the dark races, and if they are shocked, even if they can escape at night, they will not be able to come in looking for the eyes of truth.

The blood crew entered the camp and apparently relaxed, unloading their equipment, sitting at the table and picking up fresh human flesh and chewing. Scarlet fluids, some blood, some wine, filled with goblets.

Thousands of nights are about to leave, mutated.

A blood fighter who went to the creek to fetch water suddenly rose off the ground!

He struggled so hard that his hands scratched his throat constantly, but it was like being hung higher and higher by an invisible rope. As his movements intensified, suddenly a large amount of blood erupted around his neck, a crack gradually widened and his head took off at high altitude.

The creekside mutation suddenly struck the camp's resting blood fighters, who pulled out their weapons and searched for their attackers. Yet several of them suddenly left the ground with their feet tied to invisible forces and pulled into the sky. Between the turns, a line of blood appeared on them, and these blood fighters instantly split into pieces of flesh and threw them away.

At this time of the thousand nights, it was finally discovered that there were countless lines of transparent silk running through the sky, which wrapped around the blood fighters and lifted one strong body into the air. These transparent filaments are incredibly tough and have unimaginable cutting power, making it easy to mutilate hard-bodied blood fighters.

The camp was headed by a blood jazz who responded extremely quickly, waving his sword, cutting off all the transparent threads around him, then pulling out his gun and yelling at the woods next to the camp.

A nuclear bomb burst into the woods like a storm, blowing branches and leaves, and several ancient trees roared down.

At this time, a huge figure slowly emerged from the broken branch leaves, which turned out to be a spider demon. Its lower body is spiraling, and its belly is covered with a natural blue scalloped armor.

The squamous armor was thin, but the defense was excellent, and the blood jazz struck the spider's abdomen firmly with a bullet, leaving only a wound more than a meter long and as deep as the palm of his hand. This wound is placed on a giant spider demon and can only be considered a minor injury.

The spider demon reached forward and popped dozens of clear spider silks, wrapping them around the bloodline warrior. And what he's going through, he's going to have a big web of spiders. A blood fighter burst into the spider demon from the left, and as soon as he stepped onto the spider web, he was stuck to death, unable to escape in any way.

The spider demon laughed and waved a big axe on his left hand, chopping the bloodline high-ranking fighter into two sections.

Sir Blood was furious and angry and drank: "What are you doing? ”

The spider demon licked his lips and smiled. “Why? Of course I'll kill you all! ”

Blood jazz's eyes flashed red and yelled: "Then go to hell! ”

He was surrounded by bloody lights, exploiting his full potential, and the Force Gun burst continuously, bombarding the spider demon. The spider demon's open web blocked half the way, but it also hit several rounds in a row. The spider demon drank heavily and threw a giant axe in his hand, chopping the blood jazz in half.

The spider demon moved to the body of the blood jazz, leaned over and dug out his heart, threw it into his mouth and chewed it up.

This spider demon has the power to approach the war generals, and the ability to manipulate spider silk is both defensive and defensive. It is extremely strong. And the blood clan was attacked in the first place, half dead and wounded. After the death of the Blood Jazz, the situation completely collapsed, with some fighters forming attack formations roaring towards the Spider-Man, while others fled.

Seeing here, the night shakes its own head. In the face of this spider demon, endowed with silk manipulation, it is impossible to escape, wondering how long it has been lurking around and how many traps it has laid.

Indeed, those fleeing blood families were either hanged by silk or stuck by a web that appeared sometime before they could move. As for the blood fighters who rushed to the Spider-Man in search of a melee, they were all killed by the Spider-Man with a crushing advantage.

Every time a spider demon kills a blood clan, it digs out its heart at all costs and swallows it directly. At this time, it was discovered that many of the staggered lines on the spider demon were traces of old wounds, one of which cut almost in half, even across the entire spider belly. These wounds were not left by the camp's blood fighters.

Suddenly, the spider demon might have reached the Viscount, but it was only seriously injured for an unknown reason that made it drop in strength. Even so, its special tactics killed an entire camp of blood fighters under a sneak attack.

The spider demon almost greedily swallowed the hearts of the blood family one after the other, as if in a moment, the end would come, apparently very eager to heal the wounds.

The hearts of blood and werewolves, the spider demon's hub, and the original furnace of the demons are core organs of the convergence of the forces of their respective bodies, and massive swallowing at critical moments can indeed quickly restore injury. But the problem is that this way of absorbing energy is extremely wasteful and has a lot of aftermath. This spider demon's wounds are obviously severe enough to seek recovery in this fierce way.

It appears that the dark races operating in this vast mountainous area are not a piece of iron, but rather have deep resentment against each other.

Moving for the first time in a thousand nights, he began to approach the camp silently and without interest. The spider demon took no notice of the movement around him, only to rip out a corpse of his blood and dig out his heart to eat it.

In fact, apart from the fact that it had previously laid an untouched trap near the camp, the spider demon maintained a dense web for dozens of metres around his body, making it almost impossible to attempt a sneak attack.

However, dark vision has long confirmed the extent of the spider web, and at this moment carefully penetrated the camp through the gaps and paused outside the spider web, which lays behind the spider demon.

A thousand nights took out the peanuts and pressed them into the mysterious silver bullet, which prompted the original wing, the two guns in one, the roar, the mysterious silver bullet instantly made a big hole in the body of the spider demon.

The spider demons screamed hysterically, the transparent spider silk quickly grew white, and frantically wound the torso to form a defense. He turned his head and stared at the night, growling and wanting to jump, but his body had long lost its strength. The whole back of the spider demon is scorched black, as if it had been burned by fire, and the wrapped spider silk would turn to ash as soon as it was put together.

The spider demon took only two steps, one fell on the ground, but barely reached out his right hand to the thousand nights and a piece of silk flew out.

Stepping back a thousand nights, he pulled out his deep red teeth and slashed them in front of him. He shook his hand and cut off the spider silk like a broken steel bar. The spider demon screams, but never shoots the second spider silk again.

A thousand nights of swords continued to fall, and the sky sounded sharp cracks of silk, and the tight web was torn out of a passageway.

A thousand nights approached a surprise distance, the blade of deep red teeth pointed at the spider demon's throat and coldly said, “Why kill them? ”

The spider demon stared at the knife in the hand of Thousand Nights, and the sand was dumb and asked, "Which clan are you from? ”