Monarch of Evernight

As a round of heavy rains passed, a thick and substantial magic arose in the forest, forcing the mist away and revealing a figure carrying an ultra-long sniper gun.

“Is that you?!” Both men speak in different languages at the same time, but in no way interfere with understanding each other's meaning, and... mood.

The joy of breaking through the thousand nights was destroyed clean, and the painful look on Aiden's face also exposed his depressing mood at this moment.

Repeated battles over the past several days have long since turned the battle against each other into a seemingly endless torture.

The misty forest is vast, and this defensive area, chosen by hand for thousands of nights, is a short distance from the area where the two of us were last engaged. But I didn't expect to see Aiden here again.

Aiden had a knife in his right hand, and the black magic on his entire left arm wrapped around him, looking like an elliptical shield. He had two visible bullet wounds on his chest, but did not break through his armor.

Obviously, after Aiden was attacked, the hastily launched defense still blocked the attacks of Bloody Mandala and Fantasy Mansh Savannah, and was ready to fight back with close combat.

Weak demons are relative to several other dark races and do not mean that people can take advantage of the melee. Due to the existence of all kinds of weird and powerful abilities, many demonic close combatants are also quite powerful, no less troublesome than the dark ones caused by the secret warfare skills of the people.

One of them is the deep darkness of the Demonic Gate, whose mighty corrosive power in their Lord's gift causes countless headaches on the battlefield, sometimes when a breath of demon blows through it, it falls into an enemy. On the other hand, the effect of some of the special attribute forces that will be cultivated in the ethnic warfare may be diminished.

Aiden has a place in both the Dark Abyss and the Everlasting Parliament, relying on more than just good blood and innate talent, and his proximity tactics are equally outstanding.

The attack was a little close and no longer in the optimal range of heavy shooting. Since the opponent could not blow off his defense in one round of shooting, Aiden was not prepared to fight back in a tortuous fashion, and was going to use a melee to solve the enemy.

This choice is more theoretically correct, but in fact, Aiden did the same thing against the battalion that would have been formed by the two or three tribal wars, the only problem being that he was facing a thousand nights this time.

The stare fell on Aiden's knife, and Aiden's face changed, as if the knife had suddenly become extremely hot.

The reason is simple. Perhaps Aiden's melee might not be short, but in front of a thousand nights of heavily armored swords, it's really a board that can't be any shorter. There was only one real close fight between the two, when Aiden was almost cut in half by Dongyue's swordsman. Since then, Aiden has been killed and will not come close to a thousand nights of melee.

And now the distance between the two sides seems a little awkward.

The two eyes are opposite each other, no one moves first at one time.

Suddenly a slight movement in the heart of a thousand nights, this was the first time he had seen Aiden in front of him at full sight. The first reaction was that the accuracy of the Lee family's intelligence plot was seventy-eight points, and then the feeling of having known each other spread again, and Thousand Nightclubs felt where they had seen this demon.

When Aiden was on the plane, he turned around and left. A thousand nights naturally won't let go of this great enemy and chase it all the way.

Time seemed to have returned a few days earlier, when the two men had once again begun to wrestle indefinitely.

Perhaps the best sharpening stone is the battle of the even-handed enemy. Both sides find it even more difficult to engage the opponent. Every battle is so dangerous that a slight misstep will result in a wound.

Aiden's close combat, though still hopeless in the face of a thousand nights, has been able to resist barely twice and has almost been slaughtered without a face like the first. This discrepancy alone gave him room to get out of the melee.

But similarly, Aiden's covert dive is no longer as effective as it used to be, making it difficult to maintain the maximum shooting distance of the shadow hymn. On several occasions, he was spotted without pulling the trigger, followed by a stormy counterattack, which turned from a hunter to a prey.

If a few more days pass, the physical and mental fatigue is again felt at night, and the breath is a little dull. Replenish the Force with giant tree sap or rely on weekly refining, otherwise the absorption rate will be greatly reduced.

But there is a battle going on all the time, and moving out a few minutes of luck is a luxury and a great risk.

Thousand nights were about to take a break, and suddenly he turned around and saw Aiden again in the distance.

This is also a side effect of the battle between the two men, who are now getting shorter and shorter, often finding each other at the same time in a position that is neither good for melee nor good for sniping.

For Thousand Nights, the peanuts can't break Aiden's defense if they don't fit together, but the time for the two guns to fuse is enough for Aiden to get out of the lock. For Aiden, his short gun is powerful enough, but if the wound is not heavy enough for a thousand nights, he has to face a heavy sword that can cut through the mountains.

That is the case with this coincidence. A piece of dry meat in the hands of the Millennial Night is the standard field food of the Imperial Army. And Aiden had a bottle of medicine in his hand, and he just applied half of it to the wound. The son of the famous Demonic Gate has a more luscious appearance than a thousand nights, a pair of dark black eyes, his cheeks are all depressed, several wounds on his body are still not close, and blood water is still seeping out.

Instead of taking immediate action, the two confronted each other silently.

A burst of meat came out of his mouth at night, and Aiden poured all the rest of the medicine on the wound, holding a short gun in his waist.

On many occasions during the Great War, the short gun was more alert than the exaggerated sniper gun. In Aiden's eyes, apart from weapons, he always felt an unparalleled danger from the Thousand Nights himself, as if there was an ancient monster stuck inside the Thousand Nights.

Thousands of nights are also aware that the safety distance is constantly decreasing, which means that every engagement is on the brink of death, and the two are more than just strategic tactics and tactics, but are also largely fortunate. And on the battlefield, the most unreliable is luck.

He hesitated for a moment, whether or not to use the original gun to take out this great enemy. But Aiden has demonstrated a multitude of abilities, especially the ability to break out of locks instantaneously, and the ability to break out at nearly instantaneous speeds, and is not sure to hit Aiden at night. And if the original gun doesn't hit, it's your turn to slaughter it.

Both sides had concerns. After a while, they slowly retreated tacitly and hid in the fog. If you're not sure, start again and see who gets ahead and becomes a hunter.

Unconsciously, the way the two fought changed. Instead of fighting with life and death, they became more patient, constantly trying to get around and quickly wandering away from each other.

The tactics of both sides are constantly sharpened between life and death, and now, with a little movement on one side, the other side can instantly perceive each other's intentions and counteract them accordingly.

They're like smart chess players, trying over and over again, but they don't kill. Because you can't find the opportunity, and you don't give the other person the opportunity. The end result is that when you're exhausted, you don't get hurt much.

Perhaps even they themselves did not realize that the result of such a battle, which caused their tactics to advance rapidly, was barely an art.

Thousands of nights have gradually come up with the idea of killing Aiden, only at a price close enough, then cutting off a sword with silence. However, this price is bound to be devastating. But Aiden is not an easy man, and he doesn't give a thousand nights such an opportunity.

Shortly after he retreated, he killed again at full speed to the battlefield. This time he didn't hide his breath at all and was a live target for Aiden, who held a heavy aim. Thousands of Nights believe that Aiden will never reject such temptation.

It was a great temptation indeed, and Aiden struggled so hard that he finally decided to do it. He knew it was a trap, but he wasn't going to step too deep, and he wasn't going to kill a thousand nights just to hit each other hard and tip the situation slightly on his side.

Despite reluctance to admit it, Aiden knew that the scale of the fighting had begun to unbalance and that he was becoming increasingly passive, especially after his injuries. And not only is physical defense less than words, but the recovery rate is incredible. If he goes on like this, he either admits to losing out on the battlefield or becomes a bleeding tactic loser.

With the sound of a crisp gun and the sudden appearance of blood flowers on the side of the body at night, the entire population was blown across by the huge impulse of the bullet. However, the thousand nights did not rush past as fast as before, nor did they pull out Dongyue, and the peanuts appeared in his palm, with the guns in one.

A wave of sparkling water appeared on the palm of a thousand nights, hidden flowers floating and sinking, posturing demonic, as if about to bloom.

Aiden suddenly raised an unspeakable sense of danger, and there was no beautiful illusion of twins in his eyes. At this moment, he saw with great clarity the smell that had kept him from fear for thousands of nights, turning into an ancient vicious beast slowly awakened.

He couldn't take care of the rest. He whistled and turned around and ran. Under full force, Aiden's speed increased to the limit, instantaneous kilometers, which was no longer running, but flying, and Rolling Magic drew a tangible trajectory with a slight arc.

A light sometime silently and silently attached to the trail, along the way, no matter what, giant tree, matrix, mist, can stop it from splitting, on the road forward, nothing is an obstacle, like a shortened magic, quietly disappearing.

The light soon swallowed up the trace of the magic pull, when Aiden's running figure suddenly slightly deviated, so the light rubbed past Aiden and a giant tree appeared silently in front of him.

Aiden, however, did not escape the attack altogether. The armor on his arm collapsed and a large body turned black, grey and scattered. My upper arm was actually cut off with a layer of flesh and half of my bones.

Aiden shouted and the magic erupted again, turning it into a root wire and shooting it forward, forming a hexaprism channel. Curiously, this passage ignores the giant trees and trunks in front of it as if they were in a completely different space. And Aiden stepped into the portal of the moment, and the speed doubled sharply, instantly going away.

When the thousand nights arrive, only a few demons will be seen that have not completely dissipated.

“Magic Clouds! Goddamn it!” Stopped with hatred.