Monarch of Evernight

Looking at the thousands of nights, the old blood man's face, which had always stood still, is now very heavy, such as the enemy, hearing the question of the young blood, and answering: "They are all finished. ”

“What?! That's impossible. There are so many of us out there!” Blood youths shouted, fingers having some nerve texture spasms, holding down the gorgeous blood-sucking blade of the lumbar sheath shell.

Withdrawal of his gaze from the old Count of the Blood Nation for a thousand nights, he looked directly at the youth of the Blood Nation and stopped at the Monroe emblem and said, "Are you the leader here? ”

The blood youth raised their heads proudly and said: "Yes! I am of the ancient Monroe clan...”

Before he finished, he was interrupted by a thousand nights: "Knowing that you are the head is enough, your name makes no sense. ”

Go ahead, grip the handle of the sword for a thousand nights, Dongyue slowly out of the sheath. This one came from the hands of Lu Lao and gathered the most skilled soldiers of Zhao Song's two valves, and only then did it reappear.

The many dark and powerful in the castle hall are alarmed and vigilant. They all felt the stiffness of the mountains, and the vast sea of pressure emanated from the people in front of them. No one dared to stop him, whether he stormed over there or not.

But the thousand nights stood motionless, his body leaned forward slightly, then waved a sword, distant to the blood youth on the throne to slash.

The elderly of the blood clan suddenly diluted their eyes and shouted, "Young master, look out!” Fitted up, a very fine sword stabbed at the front of the blood youth.

In the direction indicated by the bayonet, nothing was found, and suddenly a faded, almost invisible ripple appeared, swinging unabated towards the high throne. The sword of the elderly blood clan was cut into ripples, suddenly there was intense blood, and the whole hall was stained with gorillas!

At this moment, all the dark strong in the lobby feel the chestnuts from their souls as if they were drowning in the sea of blood.

When the blood faded in the eyes of the people, only the old Count of Monroe looked pale and flew back to the youth of the bloodline, but still could not stand steadily and took several steps backwards. His fine sword had turned into a pile of scrap iron, falling in blocks, and his lean hands were trembling.

Blood youth also stood in front of the throne, watching for thousands of nights, reaching forward with one hand as if they wanted to catch something. His eyes were already a bit stubborn and he muttered, “You can't kill me, my youngest sister, but... the queen...”

His body suddenly staggered, splitting in half, his lower body still standing and his upper body sliding to the ground. The throne behind the multiple metal mixed castings suddenly snapped, and the tall back of the chair showed a cross section, tipping slowly and smashing to the ground.

Thousand nights hands trembled gently, Dongyue Sword Feng trembled, sounded bright and bright, then slowly drooped, pointing to the ground.

Silence!

With the power of a half-step crystallization, Dongyue wiped out a silence, and now he has lost the amazing momentum that led to the heavens and the earth in the past, but he is becoming more concentrated and unparalleled. It is inappropriate.

With only one sword, few people can stop it under the iron curtain.

In this castle lobby, there are more than a dozen dark and powerful men with titles, including several Viscounts, and even a werewolf and two first-class Viscounts of blood. But a thousand nights turned a blind eye to the many strong dark ones and walked towards the high platform of the throne.

Old Count Monroe pointed to the thousand nights and drank loudly: "Young master is dead, if you do not kill this man, none of you will live! He can't make a few attacks like that. Let's go. Kill him! ”

Many dark strong people in the lobby wake up in dreams, rushing over, and all sorts of skills, turning into a ray of warrior force, bombing into a thousand nights.

At this moment of the thousand nights, he had passed through the center of the lobby, surrounded by a dark ray of force, his hands held Dongyue upside down, kneeling on one knee, a sword deep into the ground.

The bright light flourishes, becoming more and more intense, dotted with golden stars emerge from it, then spins around the thousand nights, and begins to spread rapidly around, instantly filling most halls, as asteroids at the top of the world fall forever and night.

Whatever the attack, these golden stars will melt away. Many stars disappear, but many more will emerge.

“Morning Dawn Qiming!” Old Count Monroe recognized the origins of these golden stars at a glance, and his face changed dramatically.

He barely lifted his trembling hands, drew his sword from the dead blood youth, slashed three bloody swords into the sky at night, and shouted: "Kill him! Killing him is a great feat, a great feat at the parliamentary level! ”

The parliamentary rank, that is, the merit awarded by the Everlasting Parliament, is the highest reward for the entire Everlasting Camp. So when you hear the word parliamentary level, almost everyone in the hall turns red in their eyes and struggles to break through the stars and kill into the night.

None of them noticed, however, that the clear eyes of the night had turned blue, cold and heartless, without any ups and downs.

Countless lines of blood appeared quietly from thousands of nights and instantly spread through the castle lobby, penetrating the many dark warriors surrounding it.

Live plunder!

This horrific ability reappears, and the blood line is much stronger, both in quantity and penetration, than it was at the beginning. Almost all the warriors throughout the castle hall had no power to resist, and only the Lycan, the first Viscount, was superior in strength, cutting off most of the blood lines that flew towards him, but was still penetrated by several bloodlines, one of which pierced his abdomen.

Old Count Monroe, who collapsed by the throne, blocked almost all the blood except the one that penetrated his left arm. When the blood line was retracted for a thousand nights, the old count shouted, his face was completely bloody and his breath faded. He broke through the rear wall when he stood up to fit and walked all the way through the room. He had escaped, and he didn't even dare look back.

Countless lines of blood returned to the body of a thousand nights, and only one man stood in the hall, the first Viscount of the Werewolf. He had developed a form of werewolf combat, so he could not see the expression on his face. Only his big mouth closed, as if he wanted to say something, but he could not make a sound at all.

The werewolf began to drag his body and move step by step towards the door, looking like he was trying to escape, although it moved more slowly than an ordinary old man.

The sword remains on its knees at night, motionless and blind to the hard-earned werewolf.

His body's blood is enriched like never before at this moment, and it seems that one more drop will burst. The blood nucleus is pulsating dramatically, barely accommodating the massive amount of fine blood brought back by the plunder of life. Meanwhile, Song's ancient volumes are also running at high speeds. The dark vortex has expanded to its limits, constantly sweeping the sperm blood into abrasion and turning it into a drip of dark force.

Though the success of the promotion battle will soon be followed by a thousand nights running the second episode of Xuan Zhou several times faster, but suddenly swallowed the vast amount of fine blood of several Viscounts, and also felt a little indigested, but with a slight slowness, most of it can be melted away.

In the middle of the hall, silent for a thousand nights. The main entrance to the castle was within reach, and the Viscount of the Werewolf seemed to see hope, igniting the final flame in his eyes and even moving his footsteps a few points faster. However, when he barely wanted to cross the threshold, he finally couldn't support it, falling down and never climbing again.

Thousands of nights are still motionless, and the whole god inspires the essence, constantly digesting the sperm blood. Beating down this castle means basically penetrating Area A and Area A, where there should be few remaining Dark Powers. Although no trace of blank photographs has yet been found, the desired target has been met for the thousand nights.

When the bell of the castle rang nine times and the night was getting deeper, the body of the thousand nights shook slightly and finally made a move. He slowly opened his eyes and a pair of tiny golden wings flashed deep into his pupils.

Once again, a feather gathers on the original wing of this moment, which means that another original gun can be fired. With it in hand, under this iron curtain, there is no need to fear anyone anymore.

Thousands of nights of eyes have been as deep as the sea blue on the eve of the storm, and only then will the light gradually wander away. He slowly stood up, pulled out Dongyue, sword-faced oblique fingers on the ground, and put on a cautionary posture, fading away: “Now that you're here, come out. ”

There was a sigh outside the castle gate, passing through the courtyard and hall, as if it were just in the ear.

Under the iron curtain, dark and light grey day and night, the castle seemed to have a luminous moonlight outside, bright silver as running water and misty, slowly passing over walls, destroyed gates, stained land and piles of corpses.

A tall, handsome young man with blonde hair walked out of the silver fog and straight into the main lobby of the castle. The silver fog, like moonlight, slowly gathered around him and disappeared.

William passed through the body of a dark warrior and occasionally stopped, turning over the bodies of several werewolves before moving on.

At the entrance of the hall, William lifted up the werewolf Viscount and sighed a moment later, saying, “Viscount Ove, I remember he was a true warrior. I didn't expect to see him here, this way. ”

Looking at William for a thousand nights, "I promised you I'd take care of the werewolves whenever possible, but I couldn't do anything about it when they jumped at me. ”

William raised his head, blue-grey eyes kind of shawther, “I know. I just don't think he should be here. Just a few years ago, Ove was stubborn and stubborn, but at least he persisted in the ancient tradition of werewolves and would not compromise with generations of blood. ”

From William's words, it reveals some mysteries between the dark races. He does not need to state clearly that he understands the meaning of the night.

There is no less hatred between werewolves and bloodlines than there is with humans. As a member of a formerly intransigent faction, Ove appeared in a Monroe castle to serve his enemies, indicating from the side that the situation of many of the Lycan tribes was not optimistic. And these werewolves are not indigenous to the chaotic land of eternal night, but dark nobles from the upper continent.

William reached up and closed his eyes, still open, and stood up and glanced inside the hall, meaning "I thought maybe it was too late to get your body back. Or optimistic, what you see is you're badly injured escaping. But I had no idea it would turn out like this. Did you kill all these people? ”

“There seems to be no one here," he said calmly. ”

William's eyes crossed the lobby, fell to the throne that collapsed on the high platform, picked a frown, and pointed to the corpse of the bloodline youth, "Why should there be a protector next to the trash famous for arrogance? ”

“There is a third-class count, but he has escaped now. ”

William's eyes were no longer as deep as they had just been, and the blue grey eyes rolled like streams, and he looked up and down a thousand nights and asked, "Can you beat the Third Count already? That's the real Monroe Count. ”

Thousand Nights didn't answer, just stared at William.

In the eyes of truth, William's body is still headed towards a darkness with a fierce aura, with a slight ripple in his heart, which means that William is three or more levels higher than he is.

But the permeable part is still visible, seeing William's force spill over the surface at night, relaxing and closing in a regular way around him, which is a ready to strike battle posture.