Monarch of Evernight

A thousand nights of scolding, he grabbed the sword at his hand and ran into the adjacent building, then passed through the room at the quickest speed, jumping out the window on the other side.

Two nuclear grenades exploded almost simultaneously, turning this narrow alley into a death zone. Just after the supreme power of the explosion, Li Zheng passed through the nitrous smoke, appeared in front of the door that entered for thousands of nights, and rushed in as well.

However, as soon as he stepped into the room, he felt like he was stuck in a muddy swamp, his feet were clearly on the ground, but he was powerless, and it took a lot of effort to raise his hand. And the tingling came from the skin and became unbearable.

Li was terrified in the heart of the war. At this time, he even felt like he was being stuck with something. He actually felt suffocated. He shouted and burst out a razor-sharp ray of force around him like something was smashing, which broke the invisible bondage and exited the room.

He stood on the street, shocked, looking out into the room, empty, nothing unusual. Li Zheng looked down at himself again, his arms were red, blood beads were constantly seeping out, metal buckles on his armor just momentarily became rusty.

Li Zheng can be sure that if he stayed in that room for a few more seconds, all his flesh and blood would dissolve, and maybe even a skeleton would remain. The city's buildings are becoming more and more dangerous. It used to be just quicksand that trapped people. It wasn't too dangerous to travel briefly with his ability, and now it's starting to digest the flesh and blood directly.

His face was gloomy and he shook his fist hard, walked around the corner and continued to track for a long time.

Thousands of nights that had passed through the room did not feel particularly obvious, except that there was still a sticky force beneath his feet pulling him down as he jumped out of the window. But he was ready, and every spot was so powerful that he landed on another street.

The night dared not to stop at all, quickly moved forward and crossed several blocks in the fog before slowing down and preparing for a rest.

However, at this point, one left and one right each walked out of a blood fighter.

Damn, the only thing left for a thousand nights is a sword.

At the end of the fighting, both blood fighters became corpses and sank peacefully into the city's ground. And there was an additional wound on the body during the thousand nights, and two more cracks in the old wound.

Sitting against the wall for thousands of nights, breathing hard, every breath seemed to be spraying fire outward. He barely extended his hand around his pocket, but he didn't find any cure, and the Force grenade had two left.

At this time, Li's figure emerged from the fog.

Standing silently for a thousand nights, this time he did not flee, did not retreat, and the sword of the Chopper fell on Li's head in vain. Li Zheng laughed coldly and blocked the cross knife. Meanwhile, he looked in his left hand and caught it as a chest for a thousand nights.

Two sharp blades drew a luminous light in the air, drank a thousand nights, the long sword suddenly accelerated, pinched the power of a thousand jun, a sword chopped in the center of Li's long sword.

When a loud sound sounds like an ancient bell, the blood of your right hand runs straight through the night, and the sword bounces high. Li Zheng's whole man went down, and then the tense kept retreating, and all the blood in his ear and nose bled.

The power passed by this sword was too horrible, and Li was not able to stop retreating until he went straight up against the high wall. He made an angry roar, and the force shined brightly behind him, hidden images of giant python twisting. However, the illusion of a gifted form had just taken shape, and he was white and suddenly bleeding.

Lee had to scold the strange city in his heart.

Of course, he was suppressed by space restraint, but human and blood forces operated differently, and blood forces could only be suppressed by blood chains, so the blood Viscounts could only confront space repression directly with their own power. But Lee found that as long as he didn't drive the Force Vortex, calling Dawn Force from the node alone wouldn't trigger the ban.

But even if Li did not have the ability to fight, his strength was at least comparable to that of a third-class blood Viscount. He would never have guessed that he would be defeated by a sword in a face-to-face showdown.

Li Zheng pressed down the bloodshed in his chest, just trying to chase him, and suddenly there was an unusual tsunami in the air. His heart raised a warning sign and saw a long sword spinning, another long sword that he had just carried in his hand for a thousand nights.

The long sword flipped almost irregularly in the air. The force and noise were all too weird. Li Wang did not want to harden it. He glanced left and right and instantly moved to one side, coming out of the blade range. But at this point, the two force grenades rolled over like eyes on the ground.

“You crazy bastard!” Li Wu shouted out loudly, but only in time to get together, and was then lifted out by the exploding shock wave. He hit the wall so easily that he stood up and looked at it. There was only heavy fog, and there was no shadow of a thousand nights.

“Crazy, crazy! ”

At that distance, Thousand Nights itself was in the blast range of a force grenade, which is actually tantamount to half a suicide. Even if the Thousand Nights escape tracing again in this way, it will inevitably pay the price.

And at this point, he was running on another street, holding onto an anchor sculpture, breathing slowly and calmly. In fact, his condition was better than Lee's imagination, and his strong lineage carried the power of most nuclear explosions.

Suddenly, a little noise was heard behind him at night, like the sound of fine sand flowing, and he turned around, not far from the door of two carved flowers.

The door creaked open from the inside and walked out of a blood fighter.

Thousand nights pupils narrow, one step at a time, and the long sword is lifted high, such as electrocute.

The blood fighter seemed a little dull and a little stubborn, but the sword was raised in time to block the attack for thousands of nights.

However, the body of the sword in the hands of the Thousand Nights has become heavier. At this moment, the light silver array of nuclear forces glows, and the characteristic is activated, directly chopping the blood warrior in half with a sword.

Blood fighters fall in two halves slowly, yet there is no flesh or blood in the section of the body, all tiny grains of sand. The corpse turned into fine sand in front of a thousand nights and landed on the floor without entering the street floor.

Stunning at night, thinking about that voice, killing outsiders and guards, is that the guard?

If it's just this seven-eighth level, it's not hard to deal with. Just don't know exactly how much.

Where the fine sand disappeared, there was something gleaming, picking it up at night, a nail-sized crystal stone. He rolled back and forth, unable to see the hall of fame, and threw it in his pocket. It's also the first time a city has left something behind after eating it.

He turned his head and saw a guard climb out of a long window not far from the ground as he was about to leave. Walking forward the thousand nights, he lifted his sword and slaughtered half of the guards who had climbed out of it, gaining another crystal stone.

After picking up the crystal stone, his pupils suddenly shrunk. Within his sight, three guards appeared at the same time! And there was noise in the buildings on both sides of the street, not to mention the presence of guards.

A breath of cold air was forced into the night, but then he held his sword in his hands and walked forward. Whenever a guard approaches, chops or chops, it is a sword that kills.

In his life dictionary, he never gave up the word, even survived a crisis contaminated with black blood, and now it's just a battle, and true warriors will never give up until the last moment.

This otherwise common street seemed far from the end, and the guards seemed to have been slaughtered and killed. Thousands of nights can't remember how many swords he has wielded. All he knows is that the crystal stone in his pocket is increasing by one. He doesn't have to bend over to pick it up at all. Every time he drops a guard, his pocket will be put back on a bit.

After not knowing how long, the thousand nights suddenly stopped, before him the long streets finally changed, and a tall building like a temple suddenly appeared.

It is up to 100 metres high and the front porch is supported by twelve giant columns, each of which is several metres thick. In front of such a magnificent building, a man is as small as an ant.

The original wing vibrated again, and the sensation from the eyes of truth was inside.

Thousands of nights cross the threshold, in front of a huge to suffocating hall.

The walls and domes are filled with murals, sophisticated brushstrokes and fine paintings, most of which are similar to Genesis stories, telling the battles of heroes of various dark races against countless ancient giants and even exotic creatures, as well as several that appear to depict wars between the dark races.

In murals, you can find many unheard of giant beast killers, while Dark Race fighting skills are rendered brilliant and look powerful. These murals, if they can be replicated somehow, will become an extremely valuable historical material that will fill a vast historical gap in the dark years leading up to the Millennium War.

Unfortunately, now is not the time to think about this, to withdraw your gaze and move on.

At the deepest end of the hall, a row of thirteen coffins is laid out, looking like the habitat of the ancient bloodlines.

There was an altar in front of the coffin, and many rare treasures were scattered around it, adorned with morphologies that should be white bones from all races. The display of tremendous wealth and the wreckage of the dead so naked gives a strange feeling.

In front of the altar stands a shelf of scripture, and at this moment lies quietly on a large black sealed book with a dripping eye on the cover.

Induction from the original wings is within reach of this mysterious ancient book.

I hesitated for a thousand nights before putting my hand on the black cover. All he felt was a palm ache, and the blood immediately stained the cover and was absorbed by the big book.

Countless black lights emerge from the classics, as if they were essentials, like a tentacle that protrudes, stretches and wraps around a thousand nights.

Then all the senses disappeared, losing control of the body at night.

The next moment, he found himself floating in nothingness, hanging the big black book in front of him, and the thick book began to flip itself, and every page he unfolded, there was a lot of content in his consciousness.

After a long time, I finally turned to the last page and slowly opened my eyes at night.

He now knows what the book is.

Dark Race Lost One of the Old Classics, Book of Darkness: The Initial Chapter.

The Book of Darkness is not a book, but a set. The scripture disappeared even further before the dawn war, leaving only one name in the memory of the later generations, and there was no more information. Didn't think its first, initial chapter, actually appeared in the ruins of Andia.

The initial chapter documents the functioning of the entire world's nuclear power system. Thousands of nights saw the moment the world was born, endless darkness burst from the void, rapidly spreading to infinite distances at unimaginable speeds.

This is the original darkness, the source of all dark forces.

The world, originally dark.