Monarch of Evernight

Now the whole right side of the body is numb and unconscious, as if it doesn't exist anymore. For a gunshot wound, this is a bad situation, indicating that the nuclear bullet was filled.

He pulled his chest armor hard and lowered his head to see his right chest close to his shoulder, with a bullet hole. High swelling around the wound has closed the bullet hole and no warhead can be seen. At this moment, the wounded flesh turns blue and black, and the skin is almost transparent. It is clear that its next black gas is moving like life, and it is astonishing to see.

I couldn't help laughing at the symptoms of the wound at night.

This is a black titanium annihilation bomb, one of the most powerful means by which the Dark Race kills the powerful of the Empire. Black titanium annihilation bombs have been at the forefront of the cause of casualties in the Empire War's ranks and above.

In sub-Marquis fights, the average person wears no more than Grade 7 Force guns, except for the individual strong with firearm talent. The Black Titanium Extinguishing Bomb is the ultimate means of this level. It is more lethal to the Dawn camp than the Imperial Silver Refining Flare, roughly the same as the Silver Refining Flare made by the Song Valve.

The Class 12 War will be as follows, without special means and immediate cure, if the Black Titanium Muzzle is struck, it will be immortal, and its power will be permanently damaged, almost invariably disabled, which is a huge damage that will burn off the Dawn Force Vortex.

It was a black titanium bomb coming from her gun! And the moment I saw her, the sniper sight star caught her eyebrows.

Sitting at night against the walls of the hole, there was no rush to deal with the wound. He looked up at the top of the hole and pulled up an unknown luminous grass in the stone seam beside his hand, chewing its stem. The grass juice is spicy and slightly paralyzed, obviously even the plants are poisonous in this strange cave and not insignificant.

But the night was bitten like that, his eyes fell on the top of the hole and he couldn't move.

He didn't really think anything of it.

Thousands of nights don't dare think, don't dare let empty hearts have any thoughts. But even if he doesn't think about it, he can still feel the unbearable pain that comes from the bottom of his heart.

He didn't want to think about it, but the final scene flashed through his eyes again and again. The demon found him with the third eye of his powers, and then yelled "Shoot” into his eyes and pounced over.

Almost simultaneously with the roar, the sniper gun in the hands of the night eyes sounded, and the force bullet at this distance was already difficult to evade, not to mention the instant fainting of the night.

Yes, his fighting instincts saved him again, almost miraculously avoiding the head trauma. But then what? Night-eye bombardment is black titanium annihilation bomb, wherever it is hit, it is fatal damage.

The gun broke through thousands of nights of defense and also broke his heart.

The night of the trade town, as if it were still yesterday. Behind the bar, the old spider demon's smiling, non-laughing eyes, the covert encouragement, also lived through the eyes. Thousands of nights remember her burning, her heat, and the temperatures that can burn everything!

All this time, is it just a dream?

No, it wasn't a dream, it was the truth that had happened. However, everything has passed, such as an open blister shadow, which eventually disappears as the sun rises.

At this point, the warhead caught in the sternum emitted a burning sensation, like a beast awakening from its sleep, howling a reminder that the world he knew was incredibly real.

Thousands of nights finally put his attention on his wound, he looked inside, and it was true that Dawn Force was stubbornly fighting the black titanium death stream, at a time when the light had dimmed as if it were dusk.

And the wings of the original waved with anxiety, and every time the wings were shaken, a bloodbath of gold was pushed out, hard to cross the tide of dawn. Blood gas stuck into a body that had dried up its vitality, like a weed sprouting out on a desert-like earth, a trivial effort that activated his numbness and pain.

Snorted, pulled out the knife for a thousand nights, cut open the already rotten flesh at the wound, cut it across, and then gently sent the tip of the knife inside. Tap, the tip of the knife touches the warhead of the black titanium annihilation bomb.

With a thousand wrists turned, the blade swept the warhead out along with the surrounding skeletal flesh. It's like it's not your body at all. His will was stronger, and he couldn't help but sigh at this moment, and his forehead began to sweat.

He leaned against the stone wall and gasped. Then take the warhead wrapped in the bone and take a closer look at it. As close as it gets, the warhead feels slightly crispy on the skin and eyes of a thousand nights' faces, like countless tiny particles.

Slowly, the thousand nights surfaced a smile that didn't make sense, stretched a finger, bounced the warhead far away, shot into the wall of the hole opposite, and disappeared. He doesn't want to see this anymore. Because this Black Titanium Extinguishing Bomb is a specialty that is much bigger in content and power than the ordinary versions purchased in the year of Thousand Nights.

And he should be lucky that the armor, the Force Defense, and the solid muscle are stuck in the warhead, and this little thing hasn't completely blown apart, and only a third of it has entered the body at this moment.

After a thousand nights of looking at the wound, swinging the blood-sucking blade, slicing away the already rotten and stiff muscles until the bones were exposed. The chest wound is burnt black and there are many dead parts. Scratch the blade across the night and scrape off the necrotic parts of the skeletal surface. After all this, he was already extremely weak and sweaty.

Lean back for a thousand nights, almost completely on the ground. The undulating chest pulled the wound and subjected him to a wave of painful baptism. Now, however, he feels very comfortable.

The burning sensation in the body did not diminish as the bullet was removed and continued to flow towards the limb wreckage, still at the source of the injury. This is not a physical illusion, but does flow. That's the black titanium that has penetrated the muscle, and it keeps spreading in the body.

After being wounded by a black titanium annihilation bomb, the size of the wound is not the most important, and penetration of black titanium alone is enough to put most people to death. This material that extinguishes life, wherever it flows, is completely extinct. Ordinary people do not even need to be contacted, but simply stay near black titanium, which is not sealed by special methods, and will be extinct.

For the war against humanity, it could be a week or more. But this struggle is pointless, no drug can neutralize black titanium, dawn forces are not pressing well enough, and impregnated muscle viscera can be irreversibly damaged.

So most people have to choose to explode the nuclear vortex to stop the spread of black titanium in their bodies and save their lives at the cost of permanent damage to their fighting power, but not every time.

In the past, many Imperial wars have destroyed black titanium, often choosing to commit suicide or die with their enemies if their wounds are beyond their control. Few people are willing to bear that long and painful death, that feeling of powerlessness that watches their bodies destroy inches by inches.

The thousand nights suddenly laughed mockingly.

Similar weapons exist in the human empire, of which silver flares are one, and even special ammunition with power over them. However, those armaments were extremely difficult to produce and were held in the hands of the imperial chamber and the valves, and one was easily found.

In previous battles, more than once a thousand nights have witnessed the death of dark races, many of them fired from the gunpoint in his hand, struck by demonic silver bullets, or by silver-refined heavy sun bullets. Those dark race bullet wounds were all scorched black, as if they had been burned by fire.

Now it's your turn to taste it.

The most painful part is this special version of the black titanium bomb, which she fired herself. The moment the bullet popped out of the chamber, the drop point was his eyebrow. I can't help but think, if it were hit, there would be no pain now.

“Am I... still alive?” Recall the moment of life and death when instinctive dodging, the thousand nights laughed with ridicule.

He touched a cigarette and added a drop of military stimulant to it, lit it, took a deep inhale, whether or not it would lead to enemies.

That familiar smell, pulling thousands of nights back to Lighthouse Town. At that time, he struggled with blood poison every day. In fact, he was in a much more desperate situation at that time than he is now, but he lived a very stubborn life, just for a little bit less hope.

Smoking the cigarette silently for thousands of nights, I watched as the spark gradually rolled into ash.

Bang, suddenly the back of the brain hit the back hole wall! This time so hard, the hard rock was suddenly smashed into a deep pit and the tortoise was almost all over the wall.

Blood runs down the back neck and is very warm and greasy.

Deep in his eyes, the fire reignited. He pinched the smoke and watched the sparkling star burn to the end, holding his finger until it went out. Physical pain, like a special effect stimulant, awakens him.

Without a woman, he had friends, brothers as close as his family, and perhaps unknown blood relatives. And there is more than one man waiting for him to return safely to the mainland.

Outside the channel suddenly comes intermittent running noise, you can also hear light and heavy breathing, the smell of smoke still attracts the fierce beast. It was a boar-sized land animal, sniffing and walking into the stone room. He was just alert, and suddenly he came off the ground, and hundreds of kilograms of heavy body were lifted by a handful a thousand nights, biting his throat!

Hot blood keeps pouring into the stomach for thousands of nights, smelling fishy and bitter. He hasn't sucked blood in such a primitive way in a long time, but maybe that's why he activated the atrocious bloodthirst implicit in the ancient bloodline.

At the moment of the first breath of hot blood into the abdomen, the blood gas boiled at night, and the strong pulsation of the blood nucleus went directly into the boiling blood state!

A strand of burning gold seemed to gush out of the nucleus, rushing quickly into every corner of the body's torso. The burning sensation brought about by black titanium has slowed down and the rate of spread has decreased dramatically.

Black titanium is extremely lethal to organisms on the dawn side, but it works much poorer on organisms on the everlasting side of the night. The blood of a thousand nights of burning gold, the quality of which is also quite high throughout the camp, is at this moment killing his body as a battlefield, in constant battle with black titanium, with a little encroachment on these foreign invaders.