Monarch of Evernight

The families also heard the good news of the jubilee crown celebration. The most wealthy and coarse Song valve seemed unable to pull down to find Song Zining to acquire military merit. This was just in the hands of the families, lest the Song valve, which was so poor that it only had money left, raise its price.

If more people want to acquire military merit, there is a lively mind, put forward the idea of investing in the seven smaller, future military gods, put forward to hand over their own battalions to Song Zining's men, and fight alongside the dark fire. Military merit is divided according to the contribution, various conditions, it is not to be discounted.

Song Zining's attitude toward these proposals was excellent, and the arrivals refused. In an instant, there were more than a dozen more squadrons in Black Stream City, more of them still coming from the source. The world's eyes were strong and their appetite suddenly opened, staring at the tens of thousands of dark armies across the street.

At this moment, thousands of nights have entered the battle zone of Zhao Valve, at a transit base for final rest. When he got the news, he let go of his heart. Song Zining even beat away, tying many families to their own chariots, whether facing the dark army or preventing the dark arrows behind them from coming from the Nangong family, the security coefficient is greatly improved.

So he let go of his heart for a thousand nights, followed Zhao Jundu's route, and embarked on a new journey.

The good news for a thousand nights will not please everyone. Young Master Wei of the Far East, alone guarding the winter fortress of Boshou Prince Wei, is one of them. Every time he receives a little news about Song Zining, his anger rises a few points, and at the end of the day, almost the entire fortress can hear the curse of his young master.

“Fuck, what the fuck! If General Ben is in the everlasting night, there is no room for that pussy!” Wei Futian spoke of hatred and couldn't help but kick over the table case.

More than a year has passed since the all-out war between Far Eastern Province and the Dark Race. Even such major events as the Iron Curtain Blood War, the Wei family has dispatched two squads to perpetual night meaning. Of course, the Empire knows all about the war in the Far East, and no one is going to pull the back leg of his team at this time.

Wei broke heaven after countless battle fires baptized, has broken through the war general, accumulated military merit while also gaining the rank of Brigadier General of the Angel of the Folding Wings. It also means that, after the war in the Far East, he was eligible to lead alone, albeit initially only in ordinary regiments.

Therefore, when Song Zining gained fame in the everlasting night, Wei Baotian was entrusted with the responsibility of guarding the township's winter fortress. This is the northernmost military location of the Jade Gate closure barrier between Far Eastern Province and the Dark Frontier.

After a long chainsaw battle, the Dark Army has remained unimpeded in Far Eastern Province. After breaking the ice this spring, the Wei family of the Far East, with the support of the Empire, began to fight back gradually. The Long Winter Fortress became a top priority in the transfer of troops and military supplies from the front line.

Strictly speaking, Wei Baotian did a good job during this time. The Dark Army sieged the Long Winter Fortress several times in a row, and Wei Baotian beat it back. At a critical juncture when the walls of the fortress were all blown up, Wei broke the gap and blocked the rotating attack of up to five Viscount strong men across the street, finally leaving the Dark Race to return again to its ineffectiveness.

If it is worthy of a special book in ordinary times, however, this is a special period, Daqin raised the country, his eyes are all on the iron curtain blood battle. The bloody battle, which still stands, has become yet another all-round, rules-specific war between the Empire and the Everlasting Night Camp, leading the empire up and down.

Under the Iron Curtain, any martial arts will be amplified. Therefore, Song Zining's bright glow is as good as the sun and the sky. In comparison, Prince Wei's achievements are all ignored, and nobody even mentioned them.

If he changed hands, he wouldn't care, for example, how Zhao Wangdu will get the world's attention, and Major Wei doesn't care. Song Zining was so scenic, Wei Baotian remembered all the past, and suddenly felt more than one short head. That's why we'll drink together later, and we won't have the honor to pour him to death!

To think of it, Wei Baotian had the courage to lead the army and also to kill a few in and out of the Dark Army. However, his thousand mountains were guarded and his battles were broken and his enemies killed. At this point, General Wei could only lean on the sky and whistle.

It's not his turn to do this work.

In the realm of eternal night, in the deepest depths of the dark kingdom, on a peak of 10,000 meters, stands a dry, skinny old man. He looks like an ordinary human old man, dressed just a little better than a civilian. Behind him, however, stood a large number of dark and powerful men, with a strong breath, but everyone was respectful.

The old man looked far away, his eyes crossed a million miles and fell on the iron curtain. Nearly the entire iron curtain was in his sight, even in the centre of the iron curtain, and the no-go zone, where no human or dark race had ever set foot, was obscured.

The old man stood still, looking for an unknown amount of time, and suddenly said slowly: "It's almost time..."

Behind him, all the strong men of the dark race held their breath and looked at the old man with all their attention, afraid to miss a little. You know, any words that the elderly say, a particular syllable or tone, or even an action with a particular meaning, will have an impact on the pattern of the entire perennial parliament.

The old man suddenly stopped and groaned, seemingly elusive.

It was not long before he lifted his left hand and pointed to the sky above his finger and said, “Looks like... only that person can come. ”

Seeing the old man's finger-to-finger movement, all Dark Race strong people were full of shock, surprised and then deeply scared, bowed their heads to show respect.

The old man glanced at them, “Go back and prepare yourselves for war. This is not the kind of punch that comes next. ”

The strong people called it, then stood up and flew in all directions, leaving only the elderly to stand alone at the top of the lonely peak and confront the heavenly ghost far away.

Deep in the Twilight Continent, in the valley of a forbidden land for most of the time, there has been a massive gathering of the strong blood.

For the first row of more than a dozen different bloodlines, most of them have white hair, but every detail is perfectly decorated from head to foot. Even a button at the cuffs is a masterpiece, and it takes at least hundreds of years of historical precipitation to wear on them.

These bloodlines are certainly above the ranks of deputy dukes, even two of them, and today the Grand Duke is almost at the top of the bloodline, when the Prince generally sleeps long.

They had different badges gleaming on their chest collars, looking at the roses wrapped in ancient snakes, castles in thorns, crowns made of burning flames, horns of death, and so on. Seven of the twelve ancient clans were present at the same time.

Here, even the Marquis of Glory can only stand in the back. Usually they are accustomed to dominating vast areas, but at this moment they bow their heads slightly to show humility. As for the counts, they are not eligible to enter the valley centre at all.

There was silence in the valley, only the sound of the wind. So many big blood figures gathered in a place where no one spoke, all quiet and silent, waiting for something.

The silence was finally broken by the sound of distant and close footsteps. Two figures appeared at the mouth of the valley, walking at a constant pace towards the center of the valley.

When these two figures appeared, the atmosphere in the valley suddenly changed, and the atmosphere of many big blood figures was suppressed by the two of them. The space around both shadows was slightly distorted, making their images blurry and invisible. This is why their power is so powerful that it affects the stability of the surrounding space.

All bloodlines, including the Grand Duke, retreated and made way for the most central part of the valley.

A Marquis on the periphery suddenly shook his whole body and stared at one of the shadows, trembling: "King of Lightless! ”

His voice approached the low murmur in his throat, but it still caught the attention of the figure on the left. The man slightly paused and turned to look at the marquis. Then a low and magnetic voice sounded in the hearts of each blood group.

“Giulio, it's you, little guy. At the beginning of the year, you were just a young baron. I didn't expect to have the rank of Marquis of Strength now. For all your hard work, 300 years from now, give you a chance to challenge me. ”

Many eyes were instantly focused on Giulio, jealous and fortunate, and expressions could not be described individually.

At that time, a Grand Duke of the Paz clan came out of the crowd to greet the King of Lightless and another figure who had never been visible.

“His Majesty the Noble King of Lightless, and His Highness the Honourable, please come with me, the ceremony is ready. ”

King Wu Guangjun nodded with his companion and walked with the Grand Duke to the center of the valley. Here in the air, there is a tumult of darkness.

The Grand Duke took the lead in jumping into the darkness. King Wu Guangjun and the mysterious figure also flew in and disappeared.

The next moment, they appear in a mysterious space.

There is no sky, there is no earth, up, down, left, right, there is endless darkness on all sides. In this space, the misty black is thick enough to have a real dark force.

More than a dozen chains stretched out of nothingness, mounted on an ancient coffin, suspended in the air. Chains and coffins are made of the same material, with wooden lines, but with a metallic glow that reveals a long-established scent, hidden from time to time in ancient symbols of blood.

Once you enter this mysterious space, the sight of the King of Lightless and another mysterious figure is no longer distorted. The man showed his true face and was of demonic descent. He was half a head taller than the King without Light. His eyes were closed, and a narrow, long eye between his forehead was open, and his pupils were pure gold.

Golden vertical eyes, this is the symbol of the demonic royal family. Even standing on the side of Medanzo, the fourth oldest clan of the blood clan, the ancestors of the Dracula clan, there was no king of light, he was always comfortable sitting flat.

But coming beneath this ancient coffin, the demonic royal family placed its hands on its chest and showed enough respect and humility.

“Great queen of the night, sorry to disturb your long sleep. But now, the Evening Council needs your strength. ”