Monarch of Evernight

The werewolf's chest fluctuates sharply, but every breath breathes more blood from the wound. He struggled to say, "There are peaks at the top, you won't get them! ”

Durashaha smiled and said, "If I kill you, how will the peaks know? You big, stinking dogs never have brains, haha! ”

He walked up to Sil, the young werewolf, pointing his sword at the heart of the werewolf, and said coldly, “You know too much, you see things you shouldn't see. Now, please go to hell! ”

But as Duras' sword was about to stab him, he suddenly felt an unspeakable sense of danger. At the time of life and death, he had no choice but to move his body desperately and try to leap out to the side.

However, his back was hot, and then the whole person was struck like a heavy hammer, just in time to mourn, and flew out on a roll.

In the void, another little silver light appeared, catching up with Duras. The Viscount of Blood couldn't even scream this time. Silver light had entered his belly and immediately burned a fist-sized void.

However, the wound is still small, and the injured area is like a fire, and the pain is extraordinary. Duras was frightened and scattered for a while. This is a sign of the entry of secret silver. With his strength, those two injuries, though serious, are not fatal. But if the wound mixes into secret silver, it is certain that he will die.

Even Doulas, a native of the Twelve clans, was dying when he was hit by two demonic silver bullets.

Suddenly, the rest of the bloodline did not react at all. Until two shots were fired at Duras Company, they looked up at the ancient tree crown, from which two demonic silver bullets were fired.

Just as the sight of a tribe of blood moved rapidly upwards, the thousand nights had already jumped backwards and quickly landed behind the trunk.

At this time, a group of blood split two people to Duras, the rest all to the side of the tree, several people jumped halfway up, the blood long sword sheathed to the tree crown.

The thousand nights flashed from behind the tree, and the twins continued to roar, shooting four times in a row, when four blood fighters screamed and fell. They have not yet arrived at the Viscount, and the highest ranking is just a jazz, shot at close range by Bloody Mandolo and Fantasy Mansia, either dying or dying directly.

After four shots fired in a row, he hid the peanuts for a thousand nights and pulled out his deep red teeth, slamming directly at one of his closest blood fighters. This blood family has only just reached the sixth level and can't even carry on a thousand nights of tricks.

Deep red teeth cast an absent shadow in the sky, and instantly the hole penetrated the heart of the blood family. After a thousand nights of striking, he immediately pulled out his deep red teeth and turned to a blood clan next to him.

It was a blood knight who had already drawn his sword in his hand. He waited hard to see the thousand nights approaching and immediately stabbed him with a sword. This swordsmanship is so rigorous that it is truly the style of an ancient clan. However, a thousand nights left hand waved a stop, only empty-handed blocked the blade, then punched him hard in the face!

Under the power of the Viscount of the Thousand Nights, the Bloody Knight's entire face collapsed and fell directly to the ground.

At this time, a series of bloody lights erupted on the body of the thousand nights, which were bombarded by several nuclear bombs. At this moment, however, the advanced blood clan has been swept away by thousands of nights, and the rest are warriors who can't even reach the knights. With thousands of nights of defense and a strong physique, these guns were hard eaten but slightly injured.

A fire-god six-tube revolving gun was caught from the mysterious space of Andoria at night. With blue light in his eyes, his eyes passed, low-ranking blood fighters felt heartache and his movements clotted. The firecrackers in the hands of Thousand Nights roared wildly and a metal storm burst out, sweeping these blood fighters apart.

This artillery gun in the hands of Thousand Nights is a specially engineered weapon, using special bullets of large caliber, extremely powerful within short distances, and poses a deadly threat to the Blood Knight. Moreover, it is a gunpowder weapon that can be used indefinitely as long as there is enough ammunition, and it is precisely the Holocaust of Mixed Warfare. The only problem is the excessive consumption of ammunition. But with Andoria's mysterious space at hand, ammunition is no longer an issue, so we traveled with a lot of gunpowder weapons to deal with the ashes of servants, wolves, and blood slaves.

When the artillery cannon stopped sounding, no standing blood family could be seen within the sight of Thousand Nights.

Thousand nights pulled out the deep red teeth again and walked around the battlefield. Whether the blood clan died or not, they used the deep red teeth to make up a sword on their heart, so as to suffer the aftermath, while drawing fine blood.

The warm currents flowing down the path from the deep red teeth make the night feel very comfortable. These blood clans are from ancient clans, even if they are of the same grade, and the purity of blood gas is much higher than that of the small clans. In terms of utility, it draws the blood of a Baron of the Twelve Ancient Clans and surpasses that of a Viscount of the Little Clan.

After a lap on the battlefield, the thousand nights ended up in front of Duras.

This Third Viscount of the Bloodline looked at the thousand nights with great hatred and bit his teeth and said: "You… will face the mad revenge of our clan! All your family…………………………"

“I'm really sorry, but that's not possible.” Deep red teeth have pierced Duras' blood nucleus, he said at night.

The vast amount of fine blood immediately follows the deep red teeth and is drawn into the body at night. Duras felt the sperm bleed out, eyes wide open, staring dead at the night, trembling: “This is impossible! You are also holy blood...”

But he couldn't finish it. Looking at him cold at night suddenly increased the speed of drawing * * blood. Duras' blood nucleus shrinks rapidly, dries up, and then cracks, like wind-dried fruit.

There is no habit of talking to dying enemies at night, especially in the dark kingdom.

The dark red teeth were slowly pulled out at night, and the blade was hidden from the cold light, leaving no trace of blood. The knife was sheathed for a thousand nights and searched Duras, but no special items were found except regular equipment, so he walked to the young werewolf.

Lycan teenagers have long recovered their human form, sitting on trees, pale faces, watching vigilantly for thousands of nights, constant threatening roars in their throats, but uncontrollable horrors in their eyes. This is a teenager with brown curly hair and a naive face. Like William, he also had a totem tattoo at the top of the mountain at the side of his neck.

Looks like he's just a big boy, but he's got the strength of a baron, which elevates his rating by a thousand nights.

Throw the artillery cannon on the ground at random for a thousand nights, take out a cigarette, light it, take a deep breath, and ask, "Are you Sil? Can we still fight? ”

The werewolf teenager did not answer, but subconsciously moved back, trying to stay away from the thousand nights. The whole bloodline that chased him into the sky couldn't even last a few minutes under this man. This man's timing is precise, his hands are fierce, his fighting power is fierce, all only seen in the life of a werewolf adolescent. The elders of the original tribe, who may be stronger than this man, will never be able to kill with such efficiency and precision.

Humanity is a public enemy of all the dark races, although in many cases hatred within the perpetual night camp far outweighs hostility towards humankind. In the eyes of werewolves, thousands of nights, like Duras, are enemies.

Seeing the look of a werewolf teenager with both fear and vigilance, he laughed all night, comparing the cigarette in his hand and asking, “Want one? ”

The werewolf teenager shook his head slowly and still dared not to leave for a thousand nights.

“Don't be so afraid of me...” Thousand nights is not over. The werewolf teenager suddenly emitted like electricity. He rolled over and had grabbed the six cannons in his hand, pointing the gun at the thousand nights.

“Let me go.” This is the first time a teenager has spoken.

The night smiled lightly, pointing to the artillery, and said, "Do you think that thing works for me? ”

The werewolf teenager's eyes swept through several wounds on his body at night. In the battle just now, at least five or six rounds of force gunfire were fired against blood fighters at night with physical strength. Through several large holes in the Thousand Nights armor, you can clearly see that those wounds have been closed, leaving only shallow marks. And even if it doesn't shut up, the wound is small and shallow, at most, it's a minor flesh injury.

Even the Grade 3 blood-force gun left only a minor injury to Thousand Nights, and the artillery cannon could not help him. Besides, at the lightning speed of a thousand nights ago, Sil may not have pulled the trigger to the bottom and his head was removed.

The werewolf teenager was stubborn and set fire to the artillery cannon. "Let me go! ”

The metal card taken out of William at night swayed in front of the werewolf teenager and said, "You're badly hurt, I'm letting you go, and you can't get out of this mountain. And seeing this, I think you should at least listen to me. ”

Seeing the nameplate in the hands of Thousand Nights, the werewolf teenager immediately opened his eyes and said incredibly: "This is the Holy Order of the Peaks! How did you get this? ”

"“ A guy named William gave it to me. He's very good at fighting, but he can eat very well. ”

The werewolf teenager hesitated to come together and sniffed close to the token before slowly dropping the artillery gun and saying, “It does smell like a holy place. This token is true. ”

Put away the token for a thousand nights and say, "Of course it's true. William asked me to take care of the people around here. How did you get hunted down by these bloodlines? Besides, although you have the totem symbol of the peaks, to be honest, your strength is not worthy of the title of the peaks, what is this? ”

Speaking of the last sentence, the voice of the thousand nights has brought a hint of chill. If he meets a guy pretending to be the peak of the crowd and cheating around, he doesn't mind taking more blood. Thousands of nights are now strong, and the blood that can be contained in the body rises. Now that a whole family of blood, including a third class Viscount, has been taken, there is some leeway, and no longer can a Viscount sustain him like before.

The werewolf teenager said, "I... my name is Sil, and not long ago, I was a member of the Force-Tooth Clan. The ancestors of our Fangteeth tribe moved to this area more than 400 years ago and have been living in the territory of Count Stucker. And I, now the first warrior of the younger generation of the tribe, was not long ago qualified to go to the upper continent for the decade-long big hunt, and entered the top thirty, to join the peaks. ”

“So you haven't had time to study at the top of the mountain yet? ”

“Yes.” replied the werewolf teenager.

He nodded a thousand nights ago, and this explanation was reasonable, after which he asked the most critical question:

“Why are these bloodlines after you? ”