Monarch of Evernight

But this little happiness is not enough to allay the worries. Pulse frowned and looked back at the war papers, years of experience, and the proud intuition of his predecessors, which made him feel that there was something hidden in them that needed attention.

Over the next ten days, the thousand nights almost lost track of time. His life stays the same, searches, fights, clears the battlefield, and refines to replenish the Force. These elements continue to circulate, seemingly endlessly. Plus, all of this is happening in the misty forest, which looks exactly the same everywhere, making people almost crazy to suppress.

I haven't slept in a thousand nights, but instead of sleeping with practice. There is endless source fluid in the misty forest, and as long as it is digested, his power seems to grow indefinitely.

And battles, whether they kill the Dark Races or the Beasts, bring massive amounts of blood, so much so that they can't be refined. After eating one or two losses, the thousands of nights of recycling machines were much more careful when plundering, at least not to rush directly into the enemy group with a scintillation of void as initially, followed by a recycling machines, resulting in hundreds of elite troops, the reclaimed fine blood almost bursting him directly.

Another reason why I haven't slept at night is that if I close my eyes, a group of dark fighters will have to emerge voluntarily. Countless swords and weapons will surfaced, and the sound of gunfire and slaughter in my ears will continue to roar, never stopping. Only when he opens his eyes will he be temporarily free of illusions. But when you open your eyes, the pupils are imprinted with the immutable giant tree, which is even more repressive.

How long after that, more and more Dark Warriors in the Misty Forest seem to be dying forever. And there are more and more strong people on the other side. After a thousand nights of encountering two guys of the same standard as Aiden, he had to withdraw after a brief encounter, because the other side's reinforcements had arrived.

It took me a thousand nights to meet a team of reconnaissance teams of just over a dozen men, which naturally disappeared without courtesy. When sweeping the battlefield, the shield of the first baron of the werewolves aroused interest for thousands of nights.

This shield actually blocks the stab of the blood sucking blade, obviously the material is good, you know that the blood sucking blade he is using now is a Class 7 weapon, even without more additional features, sharp enough to pierce most of the heavy armor thick shield.

There was not much time to clean the battlefield during the thousand nights and picked up the shield and plugged it into the mysterious space of Andoria. But when he raised his hand, he caught it. Unconsciously, Andoria's space was full again.

“Time to go back.” There was a sigh in the heart of a thousand nights.

“How many days have I been out?” When this question arises, the thousand nights finally confirm that something is wrong.

The endless battles, the unchanging forests and the silence of no other sounds beyond the battle have unwittingly put too much pressure on the thousand nights. This phenomenon is common among military personnel, especially veterans who have struggled to kill first-line battlefields over time.

The solution to this problem is also simple: leave the battlefield for a while and take a good vacation. Take a look home, for example.

When I was aware of my problems, I even walked out at night.

Returning to the base took longer than expected, and it appeared that he had inadvertently gone deep into the misty forest and was approaching the central melting hole. The forest is still a thousand pieces of the same scenery, but after a thousand nights of sight, a black dot on the trunk of a giant tree hundreds of meters away was discovered.

At this distance, the average person can't see it at all. It's just a little black and red dot the size of the nail cap, but the extraordinary vision of a thousand nights is clear. It's a drop and a half of dry blood.

Blood stains were seen in the misty forest, indicating that the battle had just ended, otherwise the occasional blood-point of this drifting trunk would be broken down by fog erosion before it was completely dry.

A thousand nights converged, hidden in the mist, and quietly approached that way. He had also encountered several battles in the past, but only when the imperial side was in despair could he be rescued, and in all other cases he had quietly retreated. Without a military meritorious record, it is fair to say that with a military meritorious record, participation in the war may be regarded as a grab for meritorious merit, and even if you do not like to deal with those people at night.

He marched like a wind, crossing the giant tree in an eye, and a battlefield ruin appeared in front of him.

Bodies were everywhere, and the scene was extremely harsh. Nearly a hundred bodies were left behind by both sides. From the vest, Viscount fighters were killed at night and in the Empire.

It looked like a family squad, and a perpetual night squad met, and then the two sides fought a fierce battle, almost all together. At least on the outskirts of the battlefield, no sign of the departure of large groups of men and women was observed at night, and the bodies of those in high positions were not contained, and few, if any, survivors were visible on both sides.

Thousands of nights did not rush into the battlefield, still remain in a convergent atmosphere, frowning.

The situation in front of us is very unusual. Although the Empire and Everlasting Night are not two sides, it is a hatred between the two camps, and falling on specific individuals is another matter.

As a general rule, when both sides hit a certain loss, they opted to retreat, with very few such endless ends. The battle of the Misty Forest is a war of depletion, not a key battle of a great battle, and cannot be fought until the last man. The extermination of one party will occur only when there is a disparity in strength between the two sides.

And if Thousand Nights is the command of a squad, and he encounters an opponent of even power, he chooses to lead a sweep, then retrieve the fighter jet, and try to create some advantage, or ambush, or fight again when the force prevails, that's what a qualified general would do.

Thousands of nights walked around the battlefield and found many things wrong. On the margins, there are corpses outward in dumping positions. They appeared to be fleeing and were still killed one by one.

Many of the bodies had frozen expressions of extreme terror on their faces, as if they were in extreme fear before they died. But veterans on the battlefield rarely get that look, even in the face of necessarily dying situations.

Most unusually, these troubled bodies are Imperial Warriors, Dark Warriors, and even two werewolves known for their bloodthirsty courage. Those two werewolves died very tragically, and one of their entire vertebrae was expelled from the body.

Frowning for a thousand nights, he looked back at the battlefield and found many bodies nearly split apart. The battle between the jazz and the people of the everlasting night will be more pronounced, with the bodies cut into seventeen or eight pieces, with only a few pieces of flesh connected and barely holding their shape.

This is a bad battlefield!

It was not the two sides that suffered, but rather the siege of someone together, which resulted in the other side killing a clean one. Yet, at this moment of total war between the Empire and the Everlasting Night, what are the threats to bring the fighters of the two camps together?

If there seems to be only one answer in the misty forest, it is the exotic beast that the forest breeds.

Past forests were characterized by a large number of alien beasts and indigenous dwarves, with extremely dangerous attacks, but often weak individuals. Little people like that, they can sweep any war they want. It's just that the dwarves are very fast, the wooden spears are very poisonous, they get stabbed a few more times, and ordinary wars won't be able to bear it.

But on this battlefield, there is no sign of the tide of beasts, and if these two imperial and dark battalions do encounter forest beasts, there are only a few, if not a very powerful, beasts.

From the scene, the battle did not last very long, and it was estimated that the thousand nights had changed themselves in an attempt to kill more than two hundred people, that is, to that extent. In other words, this beast is at least no less powerful than him.

That's not good news.

Although, according to common sense, forests are limited in number even if they produce such a powerful alien beast. But the void floats all over the land, breaking common sense.

Thousands of nights remain in a state of convergence, staying only on the outskirts of the battlefield, not going in to clean the battlefield and collect spoils of war. Until we know exactly what happened, excessive greed is the search for death.

And over time, he discovered another very unusual place on this battlefield. Corpses are scattered and blood flows, but the matrix moves particularly slowly.

After a while, the silly purple matrix spread and gradually drained the blood. Thousands of nights have become more patient, and vigilance has risen to the extreme.

Almost a minute later, the matrix finally gradually spread to the corpse. The thousand nights were a little relieved and walked towards the battlefield. The wounds on those bodies help him judge the ability of an unknown opponent.

I just walked out a few steps at night and suddenly felt a little chilled on my calf. He did not falsely think and jumped immediately, seeing only a large and terrible machete passing from where he had just stood, and if his evasion was slower, he was afraid that his feet would be cut off.

Thousands of nights are much tougher than ordinary people, yet this machete is extremely fierce just because it looks like it was cast to cut flesh and bones.

The machete was held in a small white hand, then a familiar figure drilled out of the body, followed by a sword chase to the thousands of nights in the sky.

A beautiful little face with a bit of blindness and innocence in his eyes, blank again! This weird young girl is like a ghost with a ghost that can touch her anywhere.

In the air, one finds the blank blank cut at such a clever angle that it makes him uncomfortable to fight back or evade. The best way to avoid it is to take risks, but there is a good chance that he will be stabbed with a knife and wounded.

A flesh wound doesn't seem like much. However, after thousands of nights and blank shots, it is clear that she is the most dangerous rough wolf, each time leaving a little wound on the prey, much more accumulated, and the bigger prey will eventually fall.

At this moment, however, the night was different, and after seeing the blank light, he waved his arms straight to the thick back of the chopper.

Indeed, when Thousand Nights arms swept away, the blank chopper had cleverly turned in a direction, and the blade had turned over, as if Thousand Nights had sent its own arm up to be chopped.

Just listening to a loud and gentle noise, the dragon's arm was easily broken open by a chopper, such as chopping rotten wood. The sharpness of this machete is beyond imagination! When it cut the dragon into the arm of the thousand nights, the thousand nights finally knew that the sharp edge of the knife was only one side. The force attached to the blade was peculiar, so strong that it more than doubled the power of the knife.

But it was just a small accident, the speed of a thousand nights erupted suddenly, the arms suddenly disappeared from under the blade, the palms of the hands as if they were stretched out of nothingness, one hand grabbing the chopper and turning with force, the blood sucking blade in the other hand flashed like electricity, penetrating the girl's abdomen.

With her blank face suddenly pale, at this line of life and death, she once again showed a strong survival instinct, resolutely abandoned the knife and retreated, turning around and fleeing without hesitation. As soon as the blood sucking blade of the thousand nights was not deep, it was blank to get rid of it.

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Yet, at the moment when the void flashes and starts, the body suddenly falls over the sea at night, and the blood gas boils regardless of the force, like a storm caused by the turbulence in the void, completely out of control.