Monarch of Evernight

After listening for a while and not moving, he slowly walked into the door with a little hesitation.

However, the sight in front of him forced him to frown.

Large, empty rooms and halls with no furniture or decorations. The whole ground floor is empty, nothing, even the walls are covered with exposed rocks.

The building is also full of mist, standing at the door of a slightly larger room, looking at the wall on the other side will be a little blurry.

Walk under a wide double helical escalator at night, looking up, quiet everywhere. He picked up the ranks, both on the second and third floors, without any signs of living or living. When Thousand Nights stood on the third floor, there was no sound on the first floor.

He never had a curtain on the floor. The windows looked out, and there was fog everywhere, and only the large building across the street could see the outline implicitly.

With this wet grey mist, the world seems to be confined to the feeling beneath your feet, reminding you of something at night. His heart beats suddenly, that dream! After obtaining crystal shards from Baron Darul and entering the falling stars mountains, I heard a dream of sound twice!

Thousands of nights thought and quietly went downstairs. He then entered several buildings and saw empty rooms and found nothing of value. No exceptions, regardless of the size of the building.

At this time, a sudden anxiety and annoyance occurred at the bottom of the heart of the thousand nights, and the heartbeat became a little faster. He was shocked and realized the cause of his anxiety.

The whole city is too quiet to hear its own footsteps. In this extremely quiet environment, all the subtle sounds are constantly amplified, and later the heartbeat and blood flow are clearly heard. Walking alone in a city like this, the whole world seems to be alone. This loneliness gradually becomes irresistible.

Take a deep breath for a thousand nights and think hard to relax the tightened nerves.

The city is quite small and can be seen outside on a scale that can accommodate at least tens of thousands of people. However, although the streets and buildings were intact, no trace of living creatures had been found. It's too clean, no garbage, no dust, not even metal rust.

Time seemed to clot in the moment when the new city was built.

Fortunately, the original wing is not blocked by mist, and it can still sense where the real eyes are. But this is where the nights are confused, and the real eyes seem to be shifting. Every time you pull a little closer, the next time you perceive it, the direction will be different.

And regardless of whether his pace is fast or slow, the position of the eyes of truth will fluctuate at the next moment, and the farther away they may be, the closer they will suddenly pull, as if their movements were random and irregular.

After discovering this, the night stopped trying to catch the eye of truth, walked into a building next to him, sat down, breathed well to restore the force, and pondered the predicament in front of him.

In this foggy city, Thousand Nights has actually lost its way. After a lap following the original wing guide, he suddenly finds himself unable to distinguish even where he entered the city. Every building around you has the same appearance on every street, and although there may be variations in detail, it is difficult to find noticeable references when the field of view is limited.

I have tried to mark the building after I discovered the problem at night. But it's actually a bad idea, because he's got two big enemies behind him, and there's bound to be more. Once the mark is seen, it is tantamount to exposing one's whereabouts.

Yet the enemy is still an unknown number, and yet another strange part of the city, no matter what mark he leaves behind, disappears slowly in the fog. He even engraved a few centimetres deep on the metal decoration pattern of the wall with deep red teeth, and then watched the engravings slowly flatten until they disappeared.

Unconsciously, thousands of nights completed a Sunday Force Run, and the full Dawn Force swept through the bloodstream, giving him a spiritual shock. Throw all the noise out of your mind at night, open your backpack, start checking your gear and things one by one, and even remove the peanuts to maintain them again.

Then he lay down, closed his eyes, silently numbered from one to a thousand, which was a way of forcing him to rest. When I counted to a thousand, I jumped a thousand nights, pulled a knife in my hand, and went out the door.

Since the eyes of truth cannot be found, nor can the secrets of the Dead City of Silence be seen, and even the city cannot be separated, there is at least one more thing that can be done in front of us, which is to kill the enemies behind us.

In an environment like this, if you don't do anything, you'll soon go crazy. And all that can be done now seems to be killing.

At this time, dozens of blood clans and Lee warriors, led by Lee Warfare, gathered outside the city. The landing point where they entered the space was different, except that when they came out of that terrain, they saw the city standing in the wilderness.

Several of the blood Viscounts had a thick complexion and hesitated slightly. Not because no one else is missing, but because the silent city in front of us is obviously the core of space, the most likely place to collect the treasures of the Andorian Black Winged King.

Yet the temple of the Horror Blackwing King is not so easily accessible.

If you look closely, you can see that the Viscounts are covered in pale blood, and it is clear that the blood works at all times. And from time to time in the void, a few pale white fogs appear, falling on them and being neutralized by the blood. The Viscounts were under such restraining pressure when they passed through the space gate, and then everything went fine. They thought the crisis was over and did not expect to trigger the restraint simply by standing at the gate of the city.

After a few minutes of silence, a Viscount said, "Let's go inside. We don't have much time.” He glanced at Li.

The Viscounts looked at each other and nodded helplessly and bitterly.

That human strength is no less than that of any Viscount present, but it is also not clear from the face of Lee's battle board whether he is equally under pressure of space ban. If the Viscounts do not enter the city because of fear, so much so that the treasure of the Great King falls into the hands of humans, it will end worse than death.

The warriors of the bloodline and tribe entered and were swallowed up by the mist of the city.

Walk on empty streets at night. He lost direction now and lost the concept of time. Perhaps the restlessness of the mind would have multiplied if it had not been supported by that target who ambushed the enemy.

I don't know how long it's been, but the illusion of a thousand nights seems to be that I can just walk to the end of the world. He walked across another corner of the street, suddenly stopping, listening on his side, still silent, but that unnamed feeling of chestnut before the battle heralded something approaching.

The whole night then calmed down, quickly leaned against the wall and waited.

A blood warrior poured out of the mist, bowing down, a long sword, a short gun, looking vigilantly at the surroundings.

When the thousand nights saw him, the blood fighter also saw the thousand nights, and the distance between them was less than ten meters.

Blood warriors reacted extremely quickly, growled, did not retreat, and fought with all their might. At this distance, shooting is too late, and close combat is a starting point.

That's exactly what Thousand Nights thought.

The body was slightly bowed at night, suddenly rushing towards the blood fighter like a shell, and the two immediately hit each other in the front.

Bang, the blood warrior flies out backwards, and the cold light flashes in his hand for a thousand nights. In fact, Deep Red Tooth has cut three notes.

The blood fighter flew more than 10 meters out, hit the building across the street, then slowly slipped, landed on the ground, could no longer stand up, and the blood continued to spread from under him.

Thousands of nights walked to the blood fighter whose breathing had slowly stopped, trying to retrieve what was on him, but reaching halfway, lightning retracted.

Blood continued to gush under this blood fighter, but gradually disappeared as it spread to a metre away. The street floor is covered with boulders, the surface is polished like a mirror, you can barely see the stitches, how can it be easily infiltrated by blood?

At this point, the lifeless blood fighters moved.

He had fallen against the wall and left a striking bloodstain on the wall. And now, just before the eyes of a thousand nights, that body slowly fell into the walls and the ground.

Soon after, the body of the blood fighter was completely devoured, leaving no trace of blood on the ground or on the walls. There is no longer a trace in the world that this bloodline warrior has ever existed.

Between moments, a thousand nights just creepy.

This silent Dead City, just now, revealed its rugged side.

Squat down slowly for a thousand nights, reaching out and touching the ground. Right here, just a little bit of blood. And now, the only touches are cold stone bricks.

Standing up for a thousand nights, he exhaled gently, shook the deep red teeth in his hand and walked in any direction.

After walking two blocks this time, a small square appeared ahead, and the fog seemed relatively thin in the open area, so a dark shadow appeared invisibly. This shadow of a thousand nights is familiar, is the battle of Li, who was attacked by him in secret.

The atmosphere has been converging for thousands of nights, and now he is intent on controlling the foot without making a sound, his left hand slowly pulling out the peanuts, pointing to the back of the front.

At the moment of pulling the trigger for a thousand nights, Li Battle seemed to feel something, suddenly crossing one step, then turning back like a wind, shooting like electricity, lifting hands is a single shot.

The red force bomb almost rubbed over Li's chest, and as Li returned, the thousand nights flashed away, equally avoiding a shot from Li's battle.

Two emptied bullets entered the fog and may or may not have touched the building, but did not make a slight noise.

The two confronted people couldn't pay attention to such strange details and focused on each other.

Looking at the thousands of nights, Li Zheng's face turned heavy at first, and then he smiled and said: “Finally got to you. ”