Monarch of Evernight

The elderly members of the bloodline are pointing their fingers at a relatively backward position in the dark battlefield, in front of the outer wall where the plunger has been attacked, and a large number of dark warriors are pushing me through you, trying to rush in through the cracks of the city wall. The constant presence of force bombs, grenades or artillery shells coming from within the fortress, which knock down the Dark Warriors in pieces, does not deter their impulses.

Just among the chaotic crowd, there is a seemingly blind figure, marching along with the Dark Army. He was more agile than the warriors around him, and after 100 meters he showed a slight advantage in speed, but that's all.

Apparently, he should be a blood jazz, and if there's anything unusual about it, the dark warriors around him often fall for no reason.

The elderly of the bloodline stared at the image for a moment and adjusted it, adding more force distribution to the image. So there was a gloomy red light on the blood jazz, which was a sign of blood, not very high grade, and it was in line with his rank.

The frowns of the elderly are not relaxed, but become tighter and tighter. But that blood jazz queue was so close to the outer wall of the White Valve Fortress that the screen was filled with the stare of a nuclear explosion, and the Dark Warriors or stormed, or dodged, or fell, and the figure was shut down, nothing could be seen.

The old man thought about moving his fingers and switching images to another corner of the battlefield. There, a young woman of one ethnic origin just drilled out of the ruins and appeared behind two werewolves. With an extraordinarily wide machete in her hand, she sliced the werewolf's back neck in half with a swing.

The knife was wielded like a ghost, and the two werewolves who were fighting were unresponsive until their back necks were cut open and they felt attacked, but were badly wounded and had lost their mobility, their servants had fallen to the ground, convulsed helplessly and let blood flow across them.

The wound of this knife is irreparable, but it will not die immediately. The key to this is not for girls to inflict pain on them, but only to maximize energy savings.

The machete remained unchecked, the remaining arc was cut through the air, and the teenage girl's thin body was also rotated half a turn. Her front was reflected in the image, and the elderly of the blood family were forced to narrow their pupils. Even by blood standards, the appearance of this person's teenage girl can be described as beautiful, yet her style of action makes him invisible and chilling.

The fingertips of the elderly members of the bloodline swept past, and in the image, the pale milky white light emanated from the teenage girl, but there was a hinge of black gas inside.

The milky white light is naturally the force of dawn, which is, of course, strange. The black air, the elderly of the blood, distinguishes the demonic magic, how can it appear on her? Another hybrid?

At this point, if the elderly of the bloodline thought, suddenly reached out a little bit, and the image was cut back to the previous strange jazz of blood. He was jumping over a piece of rubble, seemingly losing his temper, hitting a spider demon and actually knocking a half-human spider demon into the side for a few steps.

The spider demon's figure turned around and stared hard at the blood jazz without roaring. The collision just now made Spider-Man realize that the other party's power lay far above him and wisely remained silent.

The blood jazz turned a blind eye to all of this and quickly burst into the outer walls. And the spider demon started to walk, but suddenly it slowed down, and then it swayed, and it fell down, and it never stood up again.

Seeing this, the elderly blood stopped being silent, waved, and said in a dull voice: "Tell Russell to bring this strange child. ”

One of the blood counts standing beside him bowed down immediately to salute him with the utmost respect: "As you wish. ”

The blood old man stopped talking and just kept looking at the blood jazz.

In the battlefield, thousands of nights have been crowded to the forefront, and at this moment the ears are full of shouts and explosions. He affixed the side back of a high-ranking blood fighter, reaching slightly over his waist, and the sharp force severed the warrior's skin, leaving a slight, invisible wound, while delivering a ray of purple blood.

Between the outer and inner walls of the fortress is a dead zone, with a shooting rain on its head and blades on the ground. The high-ranking blood fighter sensed the scent of a thousand nights, not even paying attention to the small collision from his peers, and jumped directly to a white valve fighter not far away. But he had just pushed his blood, shocked his whole body, slowly fell to the ground, and could no longer climb.

Just a thousand nights approaching a werewolf, suddenly there was a faint anxiety in his heart, and suddenly he turned around and immediately saw a blood-strong man with gorgeous black armor coming this way as if he were flying. In that near-boiling blood gas, there was sporadic flaming golden dots.

It's the blood of burning gold!

Although the sporadic golden moon is sluggish and impossible to compare with a thousand nights, with the blood of burning gold, it means that the qualitative transformation has begun. The Count of the bloodline who came, his true strength definitely exceeded his rank.

Thousands of nights can defeat the ordinary counts, yet there is no certainty in the face of this strong blood of burning gold. Without covering his tracks, he suddenly raised his speed to the highest point and flushed forward to the side, pulling the figure of the thousand nights almost into a shadow.

However, the Earl of the Bloodline also adjusted his direction like lightning, rushing straight toward the thousand nights, and along the way, both the Dark Warrior and the White Valve Warrior were swept over by him. A thousand nights away, you can feel a sharp momentum pointing sharply at you, as if the next attack would come in the air.

By this time, the thousand nights had known that they had been exposed, although it was impossible to imagine how they had found themselves in such a chaotic battlefield. But now that he has broken through the battlefield as planned, he can enter the front of the White Valve just a little further.

After a thousand nights of sweeping around, his footsteps tweaked and he flashed behind a broken wall of rubble.

The blood Count saw, laughed coldly, the speed suddenly accelerated, stormy lightning rushing towards the thousand nights, regardless of any obstacle on the road. Don't say a few broken walls, it's a perfect barracks, and he can run right through it.

A blood count suddenly appeared on the battlefield front, suddenly alerting the white valve, and the gunpoint of several sniper positions in the main fortress building turned. Upstairs, the White Dragon Armor looked in the direction of the Count and looked subconsciously around him, seemingly remembering something, without making any special moves, leaving him to rush to the defensive line.

Russell rushed straight to where he disappeared at the end of the thousand nights, followed by an outbreak of blood, completely destroying the rubble, and the stones and metal pieces splashed in all directions. Warriors from all sides nearby fled desperately to the outside.

Russell did not relax at all, but the blood around him grew thicker. Indeed, a long sword broke through the smoke and dust.

This is a heavy sword, with no eyes on its face, and only the dark golden Force pattern that appears on the sword indicates that it is not a regular Force Sword, but that is all. Those force array traces are like vessels that hold a thriving force, but there is no sign of some kind of powerful force being triggered.

Russell waved his left hand and the giant shield behind him reached his hand, blocking Dongyue Sword Feng. Russell was born of a very tall, extraordinary lineage, a huge shield with one man standing tall and a gentle movement completely blocking the front.

The Blood Count did not simply defend himself, the giant shield came out, and immediately hit it, but it was meant to overthrow the thousand nights with absolute force. Not knowing how many opponents had been negligent in the past, Russell's power over the Spider-Man hit him seriously in the first encounter.

Night after night, Dongyue surface silky crystalline light is flowing faster and stronger. He shouted and slashed a sword in the center of the shield!

This sword combines the power of the Force and the strength of the strong body with unprecedented power.

The sword shield intersects and suddenly makes an extremely harrowing metal friction sound, with a faint circle of force ripples centered on two people, spreading around. Within tens of meters of the circle, the warriors who did not make it out of the range of fluctuations fell to the ground in agony, with their hands covered in ears and blood gushing out of their fingers.

Russell shook himself, and his face suddenly burst with stinging scarlet. He couldn't help but take two steps back. Blood surged during the night, taking two steps back as well.

Looks like the two of them actually split the autumn color evenly.

Russell revealed his half-face from behind the shield and his bloody eyes stared at the night with great surprise. He was ordered to intercept Thousand Nights. Of course, he knew that there was something wrong with the other party, and there was no slight enemy at the time of the attack. However, he could not have expected that the other party would actually split the autumn color with himself in a frontal collision.

Regardless of which camp creature, most of the power is proportional to body shape, Russell's talent is unique, his strength is only weaker than that of his peer spider demons, and his body is much taller than that of ordinary blood. This man is not short in sight, but his body size is slightly thinner. Does he mean that his force level far exceeds his own?

Russell shook his head in his heart and denied that possibility. Just now, the force bias attribute attached to the heavy sword was so vague that the camp attribute was a little blurred, but he could be sure that the other force rank was just the Viscount rank.

It is not as calm as it seems to be at this moment, when he lays his sword on the ground and tries to cover up the occasional microfibrillation of his hands. The spelling was also his rare failure to overwhelm his opponent. Without falling into the wind, it was actually a thousand nights ago, and Dongyue herself weighed much heavier than Russell's giant shield and took advantage of the weapons.

Within the Thousand Nights chest, the nucleus is pulsating at full speed, and almost all of the body's blood is turned into a burning golden flame, sending powerful energy to all corners of the body. The sense of paralysis brought about by the intense collision disappeared rapidly, and nascent forces continued to emerge.

It's wonderful to feel the growing transverse force at night, but at the same time to know all parts of the body, each of the tiniest parts seems to be under his own control, which makes him a little intoxicated.

A flimsy collision with Russell allowed the blood of a thousand nights to enter yet another layer, not far from the entire body. By then, it was only a matter of time before the first Viscount was promoted. It appears that this all-powerful battle is also an effective way to improve.

But after spelling this out, you will know that you are not the opponent of the Blood Count, if you use the original gun and you can hit it, or you have a chance. But in such a battlefield, the initial gunshot will inevitably attract the attention of many powerful people, especially the overhead blood giant ship, which is an indelible shadow.

“You...” Russell slowly opened his mouth, flickering in the eye.