Monarch of Evernight

Heavy artillery continued to sound, and this time it was all conventional shells. The group's fire exploded in the bloodline formation, lifting more than a dozen blood slaves each time.

Only because people use guns more often in warfare, when dark races fight against people's ranks, they generally pull into scattered formation, and heavy artillery fire, though vast, causes limited damage.

And blood slaves, which are pure consumables, are used to consume the ashes of enemy ammunition, no matter how many blood families die, without heartache. But because blood fighters are accustomed to scattering in the blood slave queues and striking enemy lines, this heavy artillery coverage is effective.

Low- and middle-level Dark Warriors, tough as they are, dare not eat shells. Their dodging moves are much faster than ordinary blood slaves, and are often distinguished by ethnic snipers as targets for shooting.

Viscount Dormer was in a dilemma. Half of the blood slaves lost their mobility in the flare bomb attacks that had just taken place, making it difficult for the entire formation to move forward. If he ordered the troops to move forward, the blood fighters would be completely exposed to the gunpoint of the dark fire, and if held in place, they would continue to be shelled by heavy artillery.

The sparsely formed formation could not bear the heavy cannon ploughing land over and over again to cover the bombardment, more silent eyes still crying, completely in a state of rage, reaching forward a finger, yelling: “Kill! Kill all those lowlifes! ”

This is the signal of the main attack, and by order of the Viscount, the blood fighters began to fight. They showed incredible speed and agility, rushing to the Dark Fire Line faster than a cheetah.

Put your fists away for a thousand nights and reach forward with one more finger. The command is relayed away. Light and heavy weapons roared in the dark fire position, sweeping down the front row of blood fighters like mowing grass.

At the same time, the bloodline began to fight back, and the high-pitched line characteristic of the bloodline force gun continued to sound, and a ray of force broke through the night and landed on the defensive position. The elite of the blood fighters undoubtedly showed at this moment that they rarely used gunpowder weapons and that a force bullet followed the bullet lines of the Dark Fire fighters, almost drilling into the gunpoint as if it were a reflex.

Suddenly there were hundreds of casualties.

Thousands of nights remain unchanged, watching the battle.

Inspired by terrorist enemies, the Dark Fire fighters were desperate to dump bullets on positions. The dense bullet screen formed a fire net under the night and headed toward the Blood Warriors.

Blood fighters continue to fall, fighting back, almost every shot, but with fewer and fewer casualties.

Godspeed, Wu Shiqing and other snipers are shooting desperately, and even high-ranking fighters who are as fast as electricity cannot escape their snipers.

Ultimately, blood fighters crossed the death zone, approaching the front, followed by several dark shadows thrown into the position, followed by an astonishing explosion, no less powerful than the covered bombardment of dark artillery, and even partially.

Blood-force grenades, whenever used, are so horrible.

But looking at the few exploding fire groups, Zhao Yuxue couldn't help but sip, "Just a few things? Turns out it's the country bloodsucking bastard, poor enough. ”

“If they get rich, I'm gonna cry.” A thousand nights of humor is rare.

More than a hundred blood fighters have rushed into position and the battle turned into a physical battle. The officers of the Dark Fire roared and jumped out of their positions, greeting them.

The distant Viscount Dormer suddenly made a sharp call. So the blood fighters who rushed into the position were divided into two parts. Some of the blood fighters fought in place, covering the other fighters who quickly and deeply penetrated the position. They appeared to be trying to cause confusion on the overall front of the dark fire and to destroy the snipers and heavy artillery positions, which were generally arranged behind the position.

However, the dark fire was not an ordinary army, especially the three regiments that were brought out this time of the millennium. The proportion of soldiers exceeded that of the divisional units of the general expeditionary army, and the high-ranking fighters of the blood who went deep into the battlefield immediately found themselves surrounded by countless fighters.

The distant Viscount Dormer noticed the colorful rays of force on the dark fire position, which, although not too high and low, were large enough to submerge his warriors. And he's never seen an Expeditionary Force with so many fighters!

Even ordinary people who do not understand the military at all can see at this moment that, in no time, the blood clan that rushed into the position will be completely overthrown.

The Viscount looked around and his army had all gone into battle, leaving only his own SS.

In a moment, it will be their turn when the heavily besieged blood fighters are dead and wounded. He hesitated for a moment and made another noise representing a terrible wave of retreat, before turning around and rushing into the night.

In Viscount Domer's heart, as long as he is alive himself, it will not be a failure. It does not matter how many soldiers and descendants die, it takes time and resources to regain energy, and blood slaves are not a loss at all.

When Dom started running away, Zhao Yuxue suddenly looked to his side and discovered when the thousand nights had disappeared.

At this time, a blood fighter rushed past the heavy interception and came to Zhao Yuxue. This is a blood jazz, already covered in blood, with a vast wound to the chest, but the resilience of the blood clan allowed him to fight.

When he saw Zhao Yuxue, his eyes suddenly lit up and waved his long sword, obviously wanting to find a sufficient amount of companionship before dying.

Unfortunately, Zhao Yuxue is too heavy for him. She didn't even raise her hand, just sipped disgustingly. However, that drool shot directly into the brow of the blood jazz, creating a cross star hollow on it, and the blood springs gushed out.

Blood jazz's eyes suddenly lost all their splendor and his body rushed forward a few steps under inertia before slowly falling down.

The Dark Fire Warriors around Zhao Yuxue were all afraid of each other and quietly pulled away from her. A vicious blood jazz, sprayed with her breath, wouldn't have believed it if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes.

After the fall of the blood jazz, the sound of slaughter in the dark fire position gradually subsided, most of the blood fighters had died in battle, some chosen to surrender, and there were very few prominent surroundings, immediately disappearing into the night, never daring to turn back.

In the distant forest, Domme is running amongst the mountain forests. His speed is even faster than that of a high-ranking werewolf, whose topography and night, instead of hindering, are the best cover.

Dormer ran away, cursing the dark fire in his heart viciously. He wasn't worried about his own safety, but by this time he was safe. Domo does not believe that any human being can catch up to himself in such a situation.

However, as soon as he washed out of a forest, he stopped in dismay. Not far ahead, standing quietly at night, waiting for him.

By default, it was the commander of the Dark Fire, but he didn't know how he had suddenly appeared here and stopped himself, and just at the beginning, he had seen the commander of the Dark Fire at night.

He roared and accelerated suddenly, fitting for a thousand nights. As soon as he started, he pulled out his Force pistol and fired it face to face.

However, when he pulled the trigger, he suddenly felt a severe pain in his heart, his hands trembled, the gun was raised, and a ray of force was shining without knowing where it had gone. The Viscount endured a heartache and raised his head with difficulty. He saw an extra two-barrel pistol in Thousand Nights' hand, pointing at his forehead!

Dormer's face gradually faded and suddenly a high-pitched scream appeared.

A moment of dizziness in the thousand-night brain, the dark Viscount's cry implies strong fluctuations in the force, directly impacting the nerve center. Thousand nights of roping eyes closed, relying on instinct to pull the trigger, the twin flowers roar, doped with a painful cry of Dom.

By the time his eyes were open again for a thousand nights, the dizziness had passed, but the Viscount of the Blood had fallen before him. Dormer's right shoulder, along with his entire upper arm, is fleshly blurred and the wound burns like a fire. The smash of the peanut hit the Viscount, though it missed a bit.

Silently paying a heavy price to get close, of course, will not let go of the opportunity. He wielded his sword with his good left hand, while his two blood-sucking fangs were fully probed and ready to bite on his body for a thousand nights.

The right hand of the thousand nights protruded, easily strangled the wrist of the sword, the sword immediately stopped in the air, no inches allowed.

Domerton was so surprised, how could a human being be so powerful!

He suddenly saw his left arm flashing in front of him for a thousand nights. Without false thoughts, he immediately took an instinctive bite and two blood-sucking fangs penetrated deeply into his arm for a thousand nights!

Staring at the thousands of nights, his eyes flashed with brutal excitement. This man, though powerful, clearly lacks experience in fighting against blood clans, and the general population does not dare to engage in close combat with blood clans with their bare hands, because human beings become blood slaves if they are bitten by blood clans.

Thousand Nights is undoubtedly a mighty opponent, and when you think of him as a blood slave, Dom can't help but get excited.

However, Dormitory suddenly found that his face was calm and calm, as if it had not been his arm that had been bitten at all. You suck hard, but you can't even feel the intoxicating blood. If you want to inject the venom, the blood fangs are sealed and the venom is almost impossible to squeeze out.

At this moment, the arm is hard as a rock, and Domo's fangs have been sealed in the rock.

A thousand nights of sneering, his left arm suddenly pulled back and suddenly disengaged from his mouth. On the arm, two blood-sucking fangs were nailed deep and the flesh ripped from the roots was still creeping.

Domo burst into shock, fell to the ground, and rolled desperately. The pain of being raw and pulled out of the blood-sucking fangs is simply not tolerated by the blood-sucking families.

He stepped on Domo at night, pulled out his deep red teeth and pierced his blood nucleus with a knife.

Staring at the thousand nights, he smiled twistedly, his mouth sprayed with blood, and he said painstakingly: "You are bitten by me, you will not live long, and you will be burned by your people! ”

“You think too much.” Thousands of nights said faintly. Deep red teeth suddenly increased suction, and Domo's fine blood rolled out along the blade.

Dormer's face changed dramatically, shocked and shouted: "You! Also of Holy Blood? Why!”

He couldn't get an answer, and Deep Red Tooth had strangled his nucleus and drained his blood. And the thousand nights have never been a habit of satisfying the curiosity of the enemy.

I got up at night and felt like I was soaking in hot water and I couldn't tell how comfortable it was. This is a sign of bloodshed, and when he meets a powerful enemy, he can't breathe blood.

Looking down, the surrounding area was still quiet and there was no leaking fish. He leaned back and lifted Dormer's body.