Monarch of Evernight

Thousand Nights can now be sure that the voice will never be Andoria, but why is it possible to deliver the message through the crystal fragments of the Black Winged King?

Besides, it's just elsewhere. This is the relic of the Black Winged King. Andoria left such a shocking arrangement a thousand years ago, how can someone be allowed to impersonate himself in his own hall?

After walking out of the Chamber for a thousand nights, the original wings were silenced, and Andoria's will was silent, and no further prompting was given. Is this the test of what the Black Wings call an accident?

I looked at the skull in my hand for a thousand nights and wanted to throw it against the opposite wall. Even in the face of a Dark King ranked high in the history of the Dark Race, he absolutely does not like the feeling of being held by his nose.

The voice in his ear hurried even more.

Thousands of nights calmed down a depressing mood, followed the sound all the way, and found himself back in the giant hall where he first entered. He finally found the source of the call, right behind the altar where the Book of Darkness was placed, in thirteen ancient blood coffins.

It is only now possible to observe these blood coffins carefully at night, surprisingly discovering that the emblem of the clan engraved on each coffin is different, from the first Paz clan to the twelfth Carton clan, the documented twelve ancient clans of blood, all concentrated here.

After a thousand nights of microscopic color change, I felt that this situation was too illogical. According to human knowledge of blood clans, there is no way for those twelve clans to coexist peacefully, and the blood coffins, whether dry corpses or sleeping ancient clans, should be reunited with their own families.

The thirteenth blood coffin is most chilling, and the engraved pattern is equally gorgeous and complex, without any crest. There are thirteen ancestors in the blood legend, but only twelve have been recorded and handed down by descendants, so what is this blood coffin?

Thirteenth clan?

This is by no means good news for people. If the Thirteenth Clan truly existed, it would mean that the bloodline world had a new ancestral power, even if it was now silent, and it was not known that one day it would awaken among the descendants.

“Come near me and present my head! In the name of Ancient Andoria, you will be given rights, status and strength! ”

This time around, the sound came from the first blood coffin.

But instead of ignoring it, he reached out and pushed a coffin around him. Heavy coffins tend to be cold, wood textured, hardness and quality definitely exceed alloy.

The coffin was opened and contained the corpse of a superior blood clan, dressed in lumps, with a circle of olive branches surrounded by gold leaves at the edge of the badge, which turned out to be an honorable marquis. It's just that there's an empty hole in his chest, and the nucleus is long gone. A blood family that has lost its nucleus is like a man who has lost his heart and died long ago.

At this point, the coffin of the first blood coffin slowly opened itself, revealing the sleeping blood family inside.

When blood clans go into long-term sleep, they are not different from sleeping anywhere else except to look dry and thin. The longer they sleep, the thinner and weaker they become. After more than a hundred years of sleep, these blood families need to be immersed in the blood pool to wake up.

This bloodline, which appears in front of a thousand nights, has dried up to a point close to the skeleton. He is also a decorator, with several huge wounds on the body surface, many of the decorations have been broken and lost, and he cannot be identified as superior. Those wounds seemed untreated at the time, and after a long period of time, the surrounding flesh was all white, like weather.

Although the wounds on this blood family look serious, the location of the blood nucleus is intact, and the flying one is the head.

“Lucky bloodline, you did well, very well! Now, put my head on my body and sacrifice a little more blood. I, the great king Andoria, will be resurrected. And you, get the blood of your ancestors, have the ability to open up new clans! ”

At this time, the sound stopped ringing like a hong bell for thousands of nights, and the low sinking carried unspeakable magic, as if it came from the heart of man, every word is the most wanted to do at this moment.

Thousands of nights feel only a moment of trance and the body moves forward step by step uncontrollably.

In his heart, an alarm burst and he felt himself split in half, half wanting to go to the first coffin, put his skull on his body, half desperately pulling his footsteps, and at the same time trying to crush the skull on his hand.

If someone is watching at this time, they will see a thousand nights like a faulty robot, two steps forward, one step backward, sometimes turning a circle in place, and their arms are constantly lifted and lowered. Behind this seemingly ridiculous act, however, is a fierce battle of will!

Purple blood gas expands again as early as the millennium, but this time it does not completely block the control of the sound, just constantly interfering so that the millennium does not fail in the battle for control of the body.

The power of purple blood gas was rapidly depleted, the consciousness of the thousand nights grew more and more faint, suddenly the dark blood gas outside the heart suddenly moved, spitting a fine line like cow hair, almost along the blood velocity to the brow heart of the thousand nights, suddenly exploding.

Thousands of nights I felt a sharp headache and my consciousness suddenly became incredibly clear.

As soon as he regained full control of his body, he knew that the moment might pass, ignoring the bloodshed and possible clashes of Dawn Force, and promptly pushed for a soldier's defeat, the tide of the Force gushing like a storm at sea.

Dark gold blood suddenly retracted into the heart, but left a pair of golden-winged illusions in place. When swept away by the pure dawn force of the Thousand Hammers of Song's Ancient Weeks, the golden dot floated and then blew into a flame.

The golden rays of force poured out of the hands of a thousand nights, poured like a waterfall on a headless bloodline, the flames of a silver bear burst into flames, and an awesome scream rang throughout the palace.

As if the sharp sound that penetrated everything was like a sharp blade, slaughtered directly and strangled the consciousness of a thousand nights, almost fainting him. Yet the thousand nights were just dark in front of the eyes, with the will to walk on the edge of death to hammer out, resist the attack that seemed to cut directly on the soul.

He threw the skull away again, this time successfully flying out of his hand, pulling out the peanuts for thousands of nights, pressing the last demonic silver bullet into the magazine, lifting the gun, aiming and shooting.

Bang, the demonic flowers bloom in the void, as the crushed skull falls, and the terrible screaming stops.

The whole world seemed to be quiet all at once, sitting directly against the coffin at night. He was now weak, feeling extremely weak and almost powerless to breathe.

When finally competing for physical control, perhaps because the voice wanted to occupy the consciousness of the Thousand Nights, the invasion was actually two-way, resulting in some intermittent pieces of consciousness being captured by the Thousand Nights.

Turns out the upper blood family in these coffins, the thirteen blood generals of Andoria, guarded the ruins after the disappearance of the Black Winged King. And the headless bloodline, not knowing why, abandoned its duties and slaughtered its colleagues clean, was beheaded by a guarded bloodline marquis in the temple.

It is also unclear why this traitor has not yet died completely, and his natural prerogative was the power of the soul, so through the shards of the crystal key, he lured his people to seek ruins in order to revive themselves.

In fact, if you get a piece of the crystal key fragment, you have the opportunity to enter this hall, and for thousands of years, thousands of nights ago, the greedy and powerful came here, without exception, to maintain the flesh and blood energy of space.

It took a long break this time to regain a little strength.

This bizarre event appears to have come to an end, and while many details remain unclear, it is not the only truth that drowned in the long river of time.

All the remaining blood coffins were opened in the thousands of nights, and the corpses of the ten upper blood families were seen. They were all decorated in similar fashion. According to the badge worn, the lowest rank was also the Marquis, and all the blood nuclei were dug. Only the headless bloodline is complete.

However, when he opened the thirteenth coffin, he accidentally discovered that it was empty. Think about it for a thousand nights and make sure that the bloodline Marquis costume that guards the Palace is different from them, that is, there should be another Blood General present?

Lifting his head around the entire palace at night, there is still silence and quiet, and if it were not for his arrival, it would be like a piece of clotting in the wasteland of time.

But by now, knowing that the Blackwing King is not omnipotent, most of the things seen in this space have exceeded his ability to understand and can only be described by miracles. But even so, over a long period of time, things have changed. One general was betrayed, one was unaccounted for and the rest was killed.

There was a feeling that Andoria had cleaned up the traitors with his hands. And from the previous tone of great will, the Blackwing King did not know what had happened in the temple, but why he did not do it himself.

When the coffin of the thirteenth blood coffin was opened to the end, the dome suddenly glowed blue, and when he looked up at it for a thousand nights, the murals were all hidden, and the vast and deep colors of the night sky lacked the stars and moons. Then a light came down and fell on him.

Then the soft and immense power filled the limbs of the thousand nights, this time he felt the original wing unfold clearly, behind him formed a huge pair of light wings, a little glitter of gold.

The entire hall suddenly swayed, not violently, like in a wave of water. A giant wall, tens of metres high and hundreds of metres wide, splits in two and opens slowly towards both sides.

The blue light gushed out until it stopped in front of the thousands of nights, pulling open a light door on top of the sky. Shiny waves of light behind the door, shaking like the sea.

Reaching out unconsciously at night, the blue light is essentially smooth and cool, like reaching into the sea water. A huge suction came and dragged him into the blue light sea.

The palace was then restored to its original state, and the open blood coffin closed itself, returning to silence.

At a time when the city outside the temple was boiling, there was intense fighting in every alley, with a blood fighter and guards killing each other.

The guard appeared to be slightly below the level encountered by the thousand nights, but the number was endless, constantly rushing out of the rooms and long windows on both sides of the street, falling to death and turning into quicksand, not entering the ground, leaving no trace.