Monarch of Evernight

Dozens of kilometres pass, the battle in the air is long over, the White Valve fleet has been wiped out, deep pits of coke and black are everywhere on the earth, burning battleship debris. On the side of the Everlasting Night, the loss of blood warships was minimal, while the carriers damaged more than 40 ships, more than a third. In other words, 10,000 armies have been turned to ashes before they landed.

In front is a white valve fortress that has not yet been fully constructed, and several fires are spraying from the turret, like a fire-burning whip, pounding hard into the sky.

Large overnight battleships have returned to kilometres high, hiding outside the range of the flame whip, while seven or eight other small high-speed boats flew dynamically at low altitudes, avoiding the anti-aircraft fire of the White Valve Fortress and dropping artillery shells into the Fortress as they found the opportunity.

Suddenly, a small battleship of blood escaped and was caught in a fire, suddenly shaking violently, rolling over a dozen times in the air. Of course, the fire will not let go of such a good opportunity to chase the battleship and punch it, hit it several times in a row and finally blow it up.

Heavy winds are blowing up in the air and the smell of nitrous smoke can be almost smelled. The rest of the bloodline warships are like astonished birds, scattered around, flying to high altitudes, avoiding the range of anti-aircraft fire.

At this point, the bloodline ship slowly opened over the fortress, opening its belly and revealing a sinking cannon opening. The guns on this ship were staggeringly thick, and there was only one cannon on the ground.

The traces on the blood warships were a little bright, the waves of light poured like tide towards the heavy guns, and the light at the gunpoint began to shine brighter and brighter. Finally, a group of thick, nuclear light groups of a few metres in diameter erupted from the gunpoint and smashed into the barracks below.

It's hard to believe it's a battleship artillery shell. Normal main ships are equipped with nuclear guns, shells are almost one meter in diameter, and the larger the caliber, the more power consumed will multiply until the ship is difficult to load.

The falling velocity of the artillery shells is very slow and makes people feel a little unreal, as if they can be intercepted by reaching out. But even if you don't have a real view at night, you can clearly see that the space around the shell is twisting, and you can imagine its power.

A loud voice rang out in the White Valve Fortress, and there was a thunder: “Concentrate on bombing that shell and leave the rest alone! ”

The firepower of several turrets all turned, and a long flame slammed the horrible nuclear shell, looking at the intensity of the current, and it was clear that the gunmen had ignored the question of whether the nuclear cannon in their hands was overloaded. You can't let that shell hit the fortress just because it landed, otherwise you don't know what's going to happen.

The artillery shells were rapidly weakened and dwindled, eventually blowing apart when the diameter was less than one metre. It exploded dozens of metres from the ground, but the shockwave had lifted dozens of barracks, while heat currents detonated flying barracks, planks and even ammunition in the air.

The nuclear shell was finally detonated prematurely, although it caused some damage to the fortress, but the damage was reasonable.

However, without waiting for the White Valve fighters to relax, the edge of the fortress sounded a deafening explosion, a fire column in a turret swept up, and several gunmen were blasted halfway up into the sky, turning into a burning torch. The turret was finally overwhelmed and the array of forces exploded.

Blood warships in the air began preparing for another round of attacks, accumulating energy for minutes before another round of shells slowly fell. This time, the fortress was filled not only with defensive turrets bombarding shells, but also with the hands of many powerful men. Various nuclear projectiles and rays continued to fly into the sky, weakening this nightmarish shell.

When the shells were finally detonated in the sky, there was no additional loss this time, but no one was happy. Thousands of nights have discovered that the fortress's turrets are on the verge of collapse, and the strong must have consumed a lot of power. The defense of the next attack is bound to be harder.

Then suddenly a shout broke out in the fortress, and the blood battleship, hovering over the sky, gathered energy again and prepared for new shelling!

With his heart sinking straight to the bottom of the valley, he finally understood why such a vast bloodline warship was equipped with a nuclear cannon, and such a powerful shell could be fired continuously.

Finally, the blood battleship trembled sharply, firing artillery shells down the fortress. As soon as the cannon came out, the cannon's mouth was distorted and seemed damaged, unable to fire again. Many people in the White Valve Fortress were able to see at night, so morale surged suddenly and the defensive turret desperately bombarded the fallen shells at no further cost.

When the third shell was blown up in the sky, the defensive turret of the White Valve Fortress also began to explode in succession, with only two doors barely operational, and the strongmen in the Fortress consumed more than half their force.

The blood battleship did not leave and hovered over the battlefield, looking down on the earth.

The wilderness suddenly sounded a few clear trumpets, which were inundated by a shocking roar.

“Enemy attack! Hostile attack!!” The fortress's lookout pointed out of the wall and screamed hysterically.

Just as the fortress was fully resisting ground-to-ground bombardment by blood warships, surviving carriers had landed outside the fortress, releasing tens of thousands of dark fighters. Really elite fighters are still in the rear, and worthless cannon ash is being driven across the gravel floor like the tide.

The first wave of cannon ash formed by tens of thousands of people swept towards the White Valve Fortress. After three rounds of artillery shelling, the White Valve Fortress has been destroyed for most of its defense at this moment, losing its defensive turret, relying solely on the walls of the city, making it difficult to resist dark ethnic fighters who can jump by several metres.

Climb a steep high slope a thousand nights and look forward to the battlefield. This wave of cannon ash attacking the White Valve Fortress is different from what he has seen in the past, and there are many low-ranking warriors in it, including werewolves, bloodlines, and spider demons.

After a moment of reading, Thousand Nights became more condensed, looking at the form of the attack team and the way it was attacked, those low-order dark warriors were not hidden in the ashes, but were actually used as cannon ash. What that means is that every veteran with experience on the battlefield knows exactly what it means.

White valve fighters on the walls fired desperately, a platoon of gunpowder ammunition and force ejected, plowing out a large blank area in the ash wave. But the number of dark ethnic cannon ashes is too high, and hundreds of dead don't even feel the same.

As if the ash tide of the horizon was going to flood the fortress, hundreds of people flew halfway across the sky. In the ash tide, huge servants slammed against the walls of the city, and at the beginning of their journey, they were inspired by secret methods of potential and ferocity, fearlessness of life and death, and power surged.

White Valve warriors, of course, know the destructive power of these spiders, and the nuclear bullets of the senior officers give them priority. The servants lost half of their quantity in the first impact, and their overturned bodies crushed more cannon ash.

Nevertheless, the living servant, without realizing it, continued a fitting impact, each time deforming the depression of the armoured steel plate embedded on the outer wall of the fortress, then tore it apart a few more times, and the steel plate fell off one piece.

Losing the protective walls of armoured steel plates appears fragile in front of the servants who have been inspired by their potential. A few collisions collapse the walls built with framework structures. Between the turns, there were several gaps in the fortress walls, and countless grey fighters immediately swarmed in.

But when they thought they would soon be able to meet ethnic fighters, they were stunned to discover that more than 10 metres away there was another city wall. The ground was vibrating, accompanied by a tremendous roar of steel tracks and steam mechanically driven noises, and a steel gate was falling, sealing the inner wall's gates.

Thousands of white valve fighters emerged from the walls, pointing their guns at the dark-race fighters rushing in, while small half-warrellers fell on the walls of the outer walls, creating a clamping momentum.

Upstairs in Fortress City, Bai Longjia pointed forward with a long sword and drank: "Organ! Fire!”

The ground between the two walls suddenly split into black holes and sparked a flame of bears, which suddenly turned this not wide area into a flaming hell. And the white valve warrior on the inner and outer walls fired desperately, shooting down a dark ethnic warrior covered in flames.

Regular Dark Race fighters outside the fortress have been assembled and divided into more than a dozen roads, heading towards the fortress. The cannon ash unit, after a round of untouchable and heavy losses, still had a significant number, and the dark nobility who commanded the scene organized a new attack without taking much time.

For a while, the outer walls of the fortress were filled with smoke and blood, and in the face of an absolute number of disadvantages, the White Valve fighters suffered heavy casualties.

The battle was more intense, with a small battlefield in each direction, and from time to time a team of dark fighters broke through the defense, rushed inside the fortress, and then surrounded and annihilated by white valve fighters.

Those blood warships in the sky were also lonely and began to lower altitude, shelling fortresses. White valve strong men are also constantly returning fire. Large-calibre force sniper guns, combined with special armour-piercing bullets, can also pose a threat to frigates. In addition, they occasionally fire several nuclear artillery guns. That is the big guy who will directly punch through small and medium-sized floating boats. For a while, blood warships will not dare to get too close.

Shortly after, the fighting spread inside the fortress, and the trendy Dark Warrior stormed into the fortress, and the White Valve Warrior opened a special death fight in every passage, every room.

The White Valve fighters inside the fortress are in absolute quantitative disadvantage, while on the other hand, in the unique bloodline in the sky, it is not known how many strong people are sitting in the town, so at the level of the strong, the White Valve does not take any advantage.

Despite the precarious situation, the White Dragon Armor on the city floor is still under constant command, continuously mobilizing the only manoeuvre at hand to fill the loopholes on the defensive line.

The white valve is obviously very convinced of the white dragon armor, and all orders are fulfilled without compromise. Time continued to pass, and although every front was shaken by wind and rain, it miraculously did not collapse.

At this moment, the Dark Race has to pay a heavy price every step further, with casualty figures rising in a straight line. However, orders to attack are still being issued one after the other, with waves of warriors gratuitously catching up to the front line by the eternal nobility who supervised the war in the rear.

At this moment, the White Valve Fortress is like a meat grinder that devours flesh and blood, crushing the warriors on both sides.

White Dragon Armor's eyes were slightly anxious, but the wind remained calm on his face and steadily mobilized his forces.

The strong on both sides have not yet entered the battlefield, nor has it reached the moment of the final showdown. The cannon ashes and ordinary fighters in front are too harsh to determine the final outcome of the battle.

At this moment, in the high blood warship, an elderly blood man is sitting on the high back throne, looking at the battlefield images projected by the array of forces in front of him. He was dry, skinny and dark, like a zombie who had just crawled out of a coffin.

Those cloudy, pale eyeballs that weren't even angry for a while suddenly had focal lengths and stared at a point on the battlefield. His bone-like hands were raised, and the image of the battlefield was magnified a few times in the air.