Monarch of Evernight

The Blood Viscount was handsome and had a crazy smile on his face, shouting a sharp scream, and his arms were strong.

In anticipation, this was enough to crush the wrist of a thousand nights, and he had even heard the sound of crisp bone breaking in his ears, after all the human body was so fragile, like a doll made of clay.

But after the Viscount of Blood suddenly found himself holding an incredibly hard superalloy, and it was like hitting the mountain with one end and the tattoo didn't move.

Thousands of nights felt another surprise, with the blood Viscount passing on much weaker power than expected. He took a step forward and sounded a hidden thunder in the air.

Taking this step of the thousand nights, the Viscount of the Blood couldn't help but retreat. He could no longer see the irony on his face, some of it just shocked, and no other way could the Viscount imagine that he would wind down in the horns.

However, the waves and waves of power could not be stopped slightly, and the Viscount stepped back, banging, and the back of the spine had hit the wall.

A thousand nights burst out a roar like an ancient giant beast, trance in the pale colored light all over the body igniting the starting point gold flame, all the force nodes in the body simultaneously vibrating. In the clamor, the hand bones of the Viscount of Blood had been crushed, and then violent forces rushed into his body, making all over his body and down a familiar ribbon crack, spreading from his arms to his chest and crotch to his legs.

Stepping back a thousand nights, looking at the fact that you can barely stand up against each other except by the wall, he said softly: “In any case, you are a worthy opponent, give you eternal sleep according to your ancient traditions. ”

Speaking, the dark red teeth were pulled out at night, and the holes penetrated the blood nucleus of the Viscount of Blood.

The Viscount of the Blood did not die immediately. He looked at the thousand nights with an incredible eye and suddenly said: “So you are also... of the Holy Blood...”

“I'm human.” A thousand nights to answer that.

The Viscount of the Blood has completely cut off his life, hiding in the mist without a stop at night. The Viscount's strength was unusually low, and Thousand Nights felt that he seemed to have been hurt first, or had consumed a lot of energy.

Just a block away, he ran into a blood baron at night. As soon as the two sides met, a fierce battle broke out, eventually killing the baron with a dark red tooth painted with silver and three knives on his body.

In contrast, the Viscount of the Blood just now felt even weaker.

Cities that can't get in now can't say where it's safe, and trackers are always there, even in secluded alleys. Sitting there for a thousand nights, he simply cleaned and wrapped his wounds, and started running the episode of Song's ancient volumes regardless. Filled semen is constantly transformed into a dark force, which is absorbed by the body's blood gas.

Faced with an unknown number of enemies and tested cities, he must remain physically fit. When the blood gas is strong, it can accelerate recovery of strength and injuries, although it has no effect on Dawn Force.

Lucky for a thousand nights, no enemies showed up during this Sunday. When he stood up, he sensed the eye of truth again, seemingly reaching the closest distance after entering the city, only a few hundred meters.

Though experience has shown that it will not be so easy for him to find a place, the thousand nights still go in that direction.

A moment later, a roar sounded and watched a blood jazz fall in front of himself at night. The power of blood force grenades is not that easy to resist.

Next, a few minutes later, two more explosions, a thousand nights of razor blades in his hand, jumped on the bloodline baron who had been seriously injured. The baron was fierce, and although he eventually died under his dark red teeth, he also gave him two knives a thousand nights.

Looking down at the wound on his thigh at night, he sighed helplessly, and the wound was very troublesome here, affecting his speed. Whereas every time a thousand nights encounter a battle can take the upper hand, it depends on an overwhelming body and speed advantage.

This was followed by a series of battles, during which the opponent was killed each time, but was also continuously wounded. He has been through a blood boil and has taken recovery medication, and luckily the blood refills are constant.

Sitting at the corner of a wall for thousands of nights, this position clearly shows enemies from the front and prevents sneak attacks behind them. Most of the wounds on his body had collapsed, but there was a tingle, and heavy fighting would tear the wound apart again.

Thousands of nights, he took out a secret silver bullet to paint the knife of deep red teeth, but he was thinking about one thing. The blood family he encountered along the way was not lower than that of the jazz, but not higher than that of the Viscount. What's wrong with the fact that jazz and baron are fairly normal, but the Viscount is obviously much weaker, and some are even worse than the Baron?

Finally, the whole demonic silver bomb turned into a thin silver light on the blade. The equipment was inspected again at a thousand nights, and there were only two pieces of mysterious silver bullet left. The black titanium annihilation bomb was not used, and there were three other blood force grenades.

Gently exhaling at night, he stood up and habitually sensed the position of the eyes of truth, then slightly flashed. At this moment, the eyes of truth were within 100 meters, closer than ever before.

Suddenly a chill sprang from the backs of a thousand nights, a sudden thought emerged in my mind, is it that there are enough dead people, the eyes of truth will appear? He looked up at the constant mist in front of him, behind which was the city that devoured flesh, like a living creature lying in darkness.

But isn't this a gift from Andoria to his servants and descendants? How, a thousand years ago, the Dark Winged King foresaw that countless Dark Race warriors would follow the openers of the space gates into the ruins and thus become a sacrifice for the city.

There's a hunch about what's going to happen next, and when you think that the highest enemy is the Viscount, and as if he's been suppressed, he always feels that the city still has secrets.

Now, however, we can only wait quietly. Thousands of nights did not rest for long, and moments later a blood jazz came out of the corner. A lightning bolt struck the heart of the blood jazz with a knife.

The blood jazz was young, but his fighting power was astonishing, and he was able to fight back when he was dying, and his sword pierced his abdomen for thousands of nights at the same time.

A thousand nights of grunting, pinching the blade, not allowing it to cause more damage, while the right hand trembled, shaking to the blade of the deep red teeth, stirring the blood jazz's guts into a piece of scum.

After a thousand nights of severe pain, pull the sword out of your abdomen a little bit, then take a bottle of cure from your back. Powerful resilience in boiling blood can quickly bring the abdominal wound together and stop bleeding. However, injuries to the interior of the body are not as easy to recover.

Sir Blood's body began to be slowly pulled down by the city floor.

Thousand nights only took the long sword that had just been pulled out of his body. After a glance, the divine color fluctuated slightly. The sword blade was still stained with blood, and it was clean in a moment, revealing the force lines. A closer look, however, reveals that each of those rather rough and stiff lines is actually made up of a finer layer of lines.

This sword is by no means a Class 3 weapon used by a regular blood jazz. He swung the sword a few times a thousand nights. He felt the sword was extremely heavy. I'm afraid it weighed hundreds of kilograms. He stabbed it against the wall beside him with his hands. As a result, he burst into a muffled sound and the sword was not easily lifted into the small half.

The stones in this city are hard as alloy.

After exciting the array of forces on the sword at a thousand nights, identify the advanced sturdy and advanced sharp effect. That is, the sword is at least level five, and even the ordinary Viscount may not possess a weapon that actually appears in the hands of a blood jazz.

Needless to say, the blood jazz must have been the most linear blood of an ancient clan, and a genius valued by the whole family, but in this city a corpseless fate ensues.

I shook my head for a thousand nights, and I couldn't say how sorry I was. He leaned against the wall, closed his eyes and hurried to rest.

At this point, a sudden, unmarked headache struck his head and he couldn't help but moan for a thousand nights. In his consciousness, a familiar voice sounded: "Bring my head! ”

Unlike in previous dreams, this time the sound was bright and every word shook with a thousand nights of tinnitus, almost dizzy.

“Where's your head?” Thousand nights this time I couldn't reside in my consciousness to respond.

His question was answered, "You're very close, very close! Keep killing, kill the outsiders and... Guards, when you've accumulated enough flesh, you'll find my head! ”

The voice gradually went down, and at the end of the fade, I left a sentence saying, "This is an advance reward for you...”

The headache of the thousand nights gradually disappeared, he was in no mood to rest at this moment, jumped and suddenly stopped. The slab on the ground in front of me suddenly softened like a wave of water, floating for a moment, something emerged from it.

It's a long sword! All dark, with a light silver tattoo engraved on the sword body, it looks somewhat similar to Ser Blood's Grade 5 sword.

Slowly reached out at night, grabbed the handle of the sword and lifted it. The force array composition of this long sword is indeed very similar, and it is also a nested way of layering arrays, except for a new ability: a slash.

Thousands of nights, the weight of the long sword, the tip of the sword, pressing at hand, not how hard, the long sword emitted a slight sharp whistle, not easily into the hard ground.

Indeed, it is a slash. When you wave your sword hard, you will have a more powerful slash. It's kind of a semi-active capability, extraordinarily practical, and naturally very expensive.

At this point, another figure emerged from the fog.

Once the corner of the thousand nights swept into it, though not very tall, it was quite mountainous and murderous, and immediately threw a nuclear hand grenade without false thought.

It's Battle Lee!

Thousands of nights didn't expect to see him again so soon. Li has the strength to chase the first Viscount of the blood clan, and is extremely experienced in battle. He belongs to the character who came out of the blood sea of the dead mountains. This is the most dangerous enemy and the least willing enemy of the thousand nights.

Lee had no idea what he had been doing before. When he saw the first reaction after a thousand nights, he stunned, but then his response was almost identical to that of a thousand nights. It was also a grenade thrown at him.