Monarch of Evernight

At the time of the last war, it was discovered that the world, and especially the forest, seemed hostile to all foreign life, although it was all the more obvious at that time: in a way that was suppressed by the will of the Vacant Beast.

Now the will of the Vacant Beast has vanished, but ordinary life cannot survive in the misty forest. For example, an ordinary beast, if it doesn't survive long here, will fall weak and become the nutrient of the entire forest.

But it's not normal for spider demons to cultivate these servants to be safe in the forest. At the time of the last war, these palm-sized spiders for reconnaissance had never been seen at all. The presence of such lowest ranks of servants suggests that the Dark Race has broken at least some of the secrets of the Misty Forest and dissolved a little hostility in the Forest.

If this speculation is true, it means that the Misty Forest is no longer a fair battlefield, and it is tending towards the Dark Race. Or in other words, the Dark Race is one step ahead of the process of adapting to this forest. And from a practical point of view, being able to use the spider gives the Dark Race an advantage in reconnaissance.

That's not good news. The far-sighted view in the misty forest is the greatest advantage of a thousand nights, otherwise he would not have chosen this very unfriendly part of the natural environment as his battlefield. If even this advantage is lost, then there will be a tough war.

But at least now it seems that the presence of servants may extend the perception of the Dark Race, but the individual abilities of the powerful are not enhanced.

He waited for a moment until the unit disappeared completely in front of him, carefully judging the distance, then proceeded from the side and circled forward, looking for a suitable sniper position to ambush him, take out the thunder and press a secret silver bullet into the barrel.

After a short wait, the team appeared hidden in the fog far away. He waited patiently for a thousand nights, and at less than 500 meters, he didn't need a sight glass at all, he locked one of the blood families in the middle of the team with only his true vision.

Depending on the intensity of the blood, the other side should be a third class Viscount. Obviously not the chief of the entire force, but at least the leader of the blood fighters.

Hold your breath for a thousand nights, activate heavy warheads and precise shooting, etc., and slowly press down the trigger when the force bullet in the barrel wraps around the layer of force light.

The thunderous gunfire broke the silence of the Misty Forest, and even with perceived repression, the gunfire continued to spread across most teams. And before the gunshot went into his ear, the blood Viscount's face had changed. He had just instigated blood, and he was still blindly capturing where the danger came from. A big hole had appeared in his face, almost half of his head had been bombarded.

Bad luck was sighed in the heart of the thousand nights. Although the gun was directly hit, the final instinctive evasion of the Viscount of the Blood shifted the hit point and the blood-sucking fangs were smashed into pieces in the gun. Viscount blood sucking fangs are not just military credentials, they sell themselves at a good price.

His hand was not slow, but instantly replaced with a new bullet, aiming at a spider demon whose rear end was clearly taller than his companion's.

Once again, the baron-level spider demon looked incredibly at the big hole in his chest and slowly fell down. It was heavily armored, but was blown through by a silver bullet with additional capabilities.

Another bullet was pressed into the night, the gunpoint slightly moved and a flame of force erupted, while the other spider demon nearby was trying to close the team down.

The thunderous roar went on and on. Ten shots were fired at night, each shot falling by a high-ranking soldier.

It was not until then that the Dark Race determined the orientation of the thousand nights. This is not their slow reaction, but the reconnaissance spiders still do not respond to the thousand nights, and the warriors perceive disturbances in the misty forest, even if they hear gunshots, as if they come from all directions, most of them within 200 meters of normal perception.

But this force was indeed elite, and when they finally judged the position of the thousand nights from the direction of the bullets, the counterattack followed. Numerous force projectiles whistled and pulled out the lane of fire, breaking the crown where they had been hiding for thousands of nights, breaking many of the chambers that gave birth to alien life, and the dark yellow thick juice continued to flow.

But the attack of the Dark Race did not provoke the radical reaction of the giant tree, nor did the shaped beast or dwarf appear in the broken cell chamber, only occasionally some irregular tissue flowed out as juice.

Two more shots were fired against the rain, knocking down two werewolf knights running in front of them, as they darkly defamed the forest at night. Then leap down the giant tree and pull it deep into the forest.

It was only this round of attacks that inflicted tremendous damage on this dark force, and the targets chosen for the thousand nights were the upper warriors, the knights at the very least, and also a third class Viscount. While most ordinary fighters are safe, the death of a large number of intermediate officers will inevitably reduce the force's strength.

The millennium runs at a slow pace, maintaining a level that allows the chasers behind them to get closer and closer. Dozens of werewolves are at the forefront, followed by the bloodline.

I looked back a thousand nights and smiled. Not surprisingly, many of them catch up with werewolves, and the worst disturbed by the mist is vision, hearing, and smell, which is relatively small, except that this forest will devour everything very quickly and the smell will disappear completely over time.

But in pursuit, the smell of not being able to disappear becomes like a guide light, which is the strength of the werewolf. In contrast, the bloodline is slower and lagging behind.

Standing suddenly at night, the twin flowers are in hand, quietly facing the direction of the werewolf chase.

Dozens of werewolves turned into battle patterns, their eyes were red, they howled through the fog, and suddenly discovered that thousands of nights were in front of them! Instinctively, they jump high and plunge into the night.

Misty forests are filled with constant gunshots, and the voices of Fantasy Mansia and Bloody Mandala are different and intertwined, like a gorgeous death note.

Driving these two Lv5 guns is now a very low burden for Thousand Nights. He acted like electricity, loaded, loaded, bombarded, almost impossible to see how he was going to do it, only to see the storm jet, the rushing werewolf elite warrior instantly poured down a piece, all to be shot, even if not dead, seriously injured.

Even if the werewolves are fierce and bloodthirsty, they can't help but be in chaos at this moment, and the situation is stagnant.

Collect the gun at once, throw several more blood grenades, and turn around and retreat. The continuous explosion blocked the bloodline from pursuing soldiers in the rear. When the smoke ran out, they were long gone.

A piece of werewolf fell on the ground, and all the people who really died on the spot were shot, and most of the rest were seriously injured by grenades. A blood baron came over and turned the severely wounded werewolf over one by one with a long sword to examine the wounds, completely uncovering the disgust on his face.

The wounded were examined momentarily later, and the blood baron silently took off a white glove stained with a blood spot and threw it on the face of the Black Brown Wolf Warrior at his feet, coldly saying: "Leave them here. ”

The severely wounded werewolves immediately roared in anger, and the surviving werewolves in the team were unwilling to come up one by one.

The blood baron had no soft hands, and the sword in his hand suddenly flew, lightning burst into the hearts of the two nearest werewolves, and as soon as he turned his hand, he broke their hearts, and then looked at the surviving werewolves with cold eyes, "Who else wants to die? ”

Surviving werewolves were a minority, and the head jazz was shot and killed by a thousand nights. At this moment, watching the warriors of the bloodline, he could only retreat slowly and roared unganingly.

The severely wounded werewolves are abandoned and will soon become the nourishment of the misty forest. They are injured, unable to control the exodus, their own forces will constantly be drawn by the forest, not a bandage at all can solve the injury, if not abandoned, they must be sent out in separate units, otherwise the result will be the same dead letter.

“Pack up the battlefield and leave immediately. If you don't make it to your destination by midnight, you know what happens!” The blood baron shouted and walked back with the warrior under his command, hurrying to join the great army. The only remaining werewolf warriors looked at each other and shouted and eventually left unwillingly.

Thousands of nights didn't go far, and moments later the team was decorated. He's going to bite this hard bone off one by one. Having such an elite battlefield is bound to multiply the power of the Misty Forest.

Not climbing the crown this time, but hiding behind a giant tree. This would allow him to leave the battlefield more quickly after the attack, despite losing his better perspective. Anyway, the upper ranking officers of this unit have lost a lot and now he wants to wear out the other party's vitality.

Thousand Nights moves gently and slowly, seemingly with a strange rhythm. Despite the gradual activation of the thunderous array of forces, the exuding atmosphere of force is all drawn around the Thousand Nights body without spilling out. It is also a force of blood lurking, leaving him with no breath of nuclear weapons.

The secret silver bullet in the chamber is slowly turning hot, and the force is constantly rushing in the predetermined array, and the power accumulated quickly reaches a critical point.

With a roar, the silver bullet came out of the chamber, and the thunderous gunfire echoed again in the misty forest. The Baron of the blood in this queue was unresponsive and did not wait for the shots to arrive, and his head exploded into a bloody mist.

Thousands of nights are also slightly unfortunate, two more blood-sucking fangs are missing...

He pressed the bomb again and was about to aim at the next target, a Sir Spider-Man, huge in shape, with no effort to aim, a live target at this distance. Thunder's gunpoint shifted slightly, and the Quasi-Star stabilized at the spider demon's hub.

The spider demon pivot that has not yet reached the Viscount is not fully grown, and the corresponding defense is far less than the spider demon that has the complete demon pivot. The Thousand Nights Gun can be severely damaged by punching through heavy armor. In the misty forest of today, without enough strength, heavy trauma equals death.

The moment the secret silver pops up, the thousand-night mind suddenly comes to an extremely dangerous sensation. He jumped out as hard as he thought, trying to dodge. But just as his body moved, he was hit hard in the back, the whole body had to pounce out, still in the middle of the air, he couldn't help spraying blood.

The bloodstain was bright red, and there was actually a bit of gold burning inside, and the rich life suddenly dried up the matrix within 100 meters of the square.

In the heart of a thousand nights, it is the blood of burning gold! This is a very serious injury.