Monarch of Evernight

The shadow in the tower slowly rose and reached up to pick up the long sword leaning against the seat armrest, ready to climb the stairs to the top for a thousand nights. However, at this point, his mind suddenly burst into an unspeakably strong sense of danger and he turned his head to the side. In that place, the walls were suddenly filled with bluish colours, and the walls were not raised properly.

Time seemed to have slowed down and his pupils reflected a full-bodied blue bullet, flying through the walls of the tower towards himself.

This force bullet appeared without a sign, as if it had condensed out of the void, and the dark heart rose to a thought, he could not hide, no matter what! As the bullet approached, it was extremely dangerous to have such an idea. He was finally strong and desperate to hold onto the strange depravity in his heart, trying his best to move his body, finally avoiding the chest and abdominal harm, but he was still hit. He suddenly screamed, half his leg suddenly disengaged.

However, the sense of crisis has not diminished, but has become stronger. He endured severe pain, stomped on one foot, and jumped halfway through the top floor of the tower.

He suddenly raised his head and all he saw in his eyes was Dongyue Sword Feng!

Swinging a sword at night, he cut the shadow out of his face in half. With a sword at hand and a slight glimmer at night, I don't understand why this blood Count would do such a thing as give his head to himself to be chopped off. Until he saw the missing thighs of the Earl of the Blood, he suddenly realized that someone had already snatched them in front of him.

I looked around and couldn't find anyone to help me in the dark, and I had to give up at night. But there is a certain admiration in his heart for the strong man who did it, and a certain caution. With his true vision and acute perception, he didn't even know about this bullet, which is obviously a special firearm capability.

In the distant darkness, Zhao Jundu put down the blue sky and made a forward gesture. More than a dozen elite warriors of dark armor emerged from the darkness and followed Zhao Jundu around the rear of the castle.

At this moment, Zhang Shidu also found that the war situation was different than expected. When he jumped up to the sentry tower and saw the corpse of the blood counts, he had to snap, then put his thumb up to the thousand nights.

After losing its defense, this outpost has become a battlefield between Imperial and Dark Warriors. In an urgent situation, Zhang Shidou quickly erected an assault rifle. He said to Thousand Nights: “If you encounter powerful enemies, try to lead them to an open area, I will deal with them! ”

“Yes!" responded the night, jumping down the tower and heading deep into the castle.

His instructions to the forward camp fighters were to occupy the walls and towers, control the perimeter of the castle and gradually infiltrate it. In the battle inside the castle, ordinary fighters are of little use, and when they encounter the true strength of eternal night, they are the only ones who are slaughtered, while war generals serving as officers are required to provide battle points for their ranks and do not intend to be drawn at night. With them, the casualty rate of the ranks can be greatly reduced.

Zhang Shidu heard about the arrangement of the thousand nights. He had to touch the jaw, which had already appeared to have a quarrel. He felt that the juvenile's fighting style was quite fresh. He turned to give orders to his team to work with Zhao Valley's forward battalion, combining the melee with the distant attack, and there would be no suspense in the outcome of this line.

Thousands of nights have gone deep into the castle, and the area of the main building in front of it is stacked on top of the mountain, with more than ten floors from the bottom. And the entire interior of the mountain was emptied into an intricate maze.

The castle is undoubtedly a masterpiece, combining the two styles of blood and spider demon, but it is naturally made and the size of Zhang Baoqian's Chinese army battalion is no greater than that of Zhang Baoqian. It took more than a dozen days to pull off the ground, and from the speed of the building alone, you can imagine how many powerful people were built together.

The battle in the castle was extremely difficult, even exceeding the expectations of a thousand nights. Fighting is possible in every room, every corner, in this fortress that is no different from the city. Every street fight stains the blood of the strong.

Since stepping into the castle, the enemy has never been killed, and bullets are fired from unexpected corners at all times. One enemy after another falls in front of a thousand nights, and the battle seems to be endless.

Kicked open a door at night and rushed in, finding that there was no one in the room and no traps. It was also the first time he had encountered a room free of enemies and ambushes, with a feeling of bad luck for a while.

Depending on the setting of the room, it should belong to the aristocracy of blood, which is quite delicately arranged. There was also a pot of soup cooked on the stove in the kitchen, which was still warm to the touch.

In the study, there is a portrait of several blood families riding in the snowy forest. The painting is cold and cold, and is typical of the blood style. In the middle one wears a Viscount costume, the look is quite mild, unlike the usual cold of the blood clan.

Looks like this little room is where the Viscount lives. In the city of the two kings, even a Viscount can occupy only one suite as strong as a cloud.

I searched around the night, sat in the chair in front of the desk, picked up a few books and turned them over. Mostly about history and art, it is also a popular hobby among the upper nobility of the blood clan.

But the night unexpectedly saw the translations of two imperial books, one also a history, and the other a novel that tells the tragic story of a young lover who was unable to get together because of family contradictions and ended up with double martyrdom.

Slowly put the book down for a thousand nights, then look at this room and it feels different. As you can see, the owner of the room loves to live and, moreover, treats this place like a home to set up and run.

There is also a hostess from the interior setting and daily necessities, not knowing if she also needs to go to war. But the Dark Race is almost universal, and even older children can be fierce fighters, much less blood women.

In fact, a similar scene had not been seen in the past for thousands of nights, but at that time he would not have paid any attention to it. Hatred against the Dark Race prevented him from seeing anything superfluous.

Perhaps because of his night vision, he now sees something he hasn't seen before.

After a few minutes of rest, his tired body recovered a little bit, and he stood up and walked to the door. Short breaks have ended, fighting continues and killings will continue.

In front of the door, a thousand nights suddenly converged, crossing one step and flashing to the side. The door was suddenly broken and a heavy axe fell, severely chopped on the floor. A werewolf warrior swept empty, losing his center of gravity and rushing into the house.

Tapping Dongyue on his back for a thousand nights, he was suddenly crushed to the ground and then stabbed in the back of his heart with a blood sucking blade.

The struggle of the werewolves grew weaker and weaker, while the heated sperm of blood allowed the thousand nights to return to boiling blood and recover rapidly.

Pull out the blood sucking blade for a thousand nights and wipe off the blood stains on the blade on the werewolf. He suddenly moved in his heart and turned the werewolf warrior over and saw an unexpectedly young and handsome face.

By the standards of eternity and night, there is such strength and a bright future at this age, otherwise it will not appear in the castle of the Great King. It's just that his warrior career just started and ended in the hands of Thousand Nights.

Rising slowly at night, his face turned calm and his heart soothed, pressing all emotions to the bottom of his heart. When he walked out the door, he became the invincible killer in the bloodbath.

It is yet another ongoing battle, and the forces that have just recovered at night are rapidly coming to an end. He rushed into a nearby room and was ready to take a little breath. At that moment, his eyes suddenly solidified. There is also a door inside, which should be the location of the bedroom, where there is constant blood coming out of the door seams. And the smell of blood, you can smell it and know it belongs to humans.

Gather the only force for a thousand nights, walk outside the bedroom and slam open the door. When you see the scene in the house, there's instant blood rushing right over your head!

More than a dozen corpses of imperial fighters, some apparently just died. These bodies were devoured and mutilated, and in some cases even half of their bodies turned white bones. In this room, it's a small blood feast.

Among the remains of these warriors, Zhao's crest was also seen at night. From the various signs of haste on the scene, most of the people who hosted this battlefield blood banquet were out of anger, not to satisfy their appetite.

After standing still for a while, he took out a burning grenade, placed it in the body pile and closed the door. As he walked out of the house, a flame of fire erupted behind him, flooding the landscape like hell.

At this time, I felt like I had been hit by a giant beast, and I had to fly off and fall for a few meters. He seemed to jump right up into a nearby bend and then roll a few over and hide behind a platoon of weapons.

Thousands of nights I felt only a spicy pain in my shoulder, reaching out and seeing blood all over my hands. Before he could deal with the injury, he threw a burning grenade outward, laid a flame and stopped any possible ensuing chase before examining himself.

He had just been shot, and the force was so powerful that it directly smashed his armor for thousands of nights, and then tore his tough body apart. He was shot with blurred flesh and blood, and several bones had been crushed. Fortunately, in pursuit of pure power, this bullet uses a special construction without the addition of black titanium, otherwise it will be troublesome for thousands of nights now.

The gun came silently and silently until the bullet reached its body, completely undetected at night. Normal means of perception do not appear to detect danger unless real horizons are opened.

However, the battlefield here is such as alley warfare, narrow space, strong people are fighting everywhere, while also constantly disturbing the environmental forces, the power line in the real field of view is disordered and dense, unless the attacker strikes again, it is difficult to detect any traces of spider silk from that massive mess.

This is certainly an alien, and an extremely dangerous one on the battlefield. Thousands of nights suddenly remembered the demon who had died in his own hands, and he had a similar ability to sneak grenades to his enemies. If it were a one-on-one duel, there would naturally be a way to deal with him, but in a chaotic battlefield, even Thousands of Nights had been attacked by him.

Thousands of nights wonder what it is that makes a force bullet or a grenade conceal its senses. Combined with the experience of killing the first demon, he implicitly felt that this ability might be related to the force of the void.