Monarch of Evernight

A thousand nights of shaking and a bite of blood!

A colorful midpoint golden light is burning, filled with floating grains and a few waxes of black gas. This blood, not only the blood of burning gold, but also a number of dawn forces that have condensed the grains, as well as black gas whose properties confound from nowhere.

However, the blood brought out the forces of intense clashes in his body for thousands of nights, and after spitting blood, he felt relaxed for a while, and the boiling force and blood gas gradually calmed down.

Looking at the mist in the forest, the idea of continuing to hunt for blank photographs was abandoned at night.

The ambush did not detect the crisis until the blank hands were lifted, and it was clear that the girl's ability to conceal herself in this strange forest was not beneath him, even with considerable vision. Now that the blank light has begun to escape, and the sky flashes for thousands of nights and is interrupted by the sky, it will certainly not catch up.

At this time, the body swelled up again and almost bled out again, and there were hidden signs of shock wounds in the gut lungs.

Thousands of nights came as a shock. Thought it was the recent practice that left behind some after-effects, and now there seems to be another reason. He moved under pressure, quickly left, and found a safer place to stop before daring to check his condition.

The results of the close examination surprised Thousand Nights even more. The abnormal movement of blood gas and dawn force stems from the body's rejection of a little abnormal sperm blood, which actually comes from blank light.

These killings become accustomed to day and night, and when he sucks the blood blade, he draws sperm blood by hand, so when he stabs a blank blade in the stomach, some sperm blood enters the body along the sucking blade.

The result is a problem with these sperm blood.

In the past, the fine blood drawn in the thousands of nights, regardless of race or type of organism, will be grinded clean by the ancient Song scrolls. Even if it is temporarily not refined, dark gold gas and purple blood gas suppression have never been a problem. Thousands of nights are almost unconscious of the difference between the blood they draw, whether it be human race, dark race, alien beast or whatever.

However, blank sperm blood is unusual, and it emits the same breath as Mars, whether dark gold or Dawn Force, once touched, like a volcanic eruption, completely out of control, as if they were trying to annihilate the forces emanating from those sperm blood in the most intense way.

In the past, however, the dark gold and blood on both sides of the town and dawn and the dawn of dawn were ineffective this time, and the fragile breath could not be eliminated. Instead, too intense a reaction eventually led to clashes between blood gas and Dawn Force in the thousands of nights.

The most powerful dark gold gas in the blood, the Dawn Force appearing in the early dawn form is almost always the force at the apex of each side. The damage caused by this conflict is also extremely intense and instantly inflicts internal injuries on thousands of nights.

Thousands of nights never thought it would be like this, reluctantly locked a strand of blood from blank photographs swept repeatedly with the eyes of true vision, found the ingredients really strange, it was a huge clutter of various forces, the released force attributes are basically in the middle of eternal night and dawn.

And it's completely irrelevant to purity, inverting impurities and poisoning. When the Book of Darkness absorbed the sperm blood, the impurity residue spit out felt purer than the blank force. In other words, she drank a little blood during the night, which turned out to be a black titanium-grade poison.

Knowing the root cause of the problem, there is also a solution, choosing the simplest and most brutal method for a thousand nights, spraying another breath of blood, mixing the residual breath of blank light into the blood. This time he was wounded, but this pure wound was the easiest to recover for a thousand nights and would heal in half a day.

He couldn't help but wonder, how does blank light cultivate to make the internal force look like this? Instead of breaking down your body, you've broken through the qualifying bottlenecks and entered the war.

After recovery, the return to the base continued at night. Believe in that beastly intuition of a teenage girl, she will not appear before him again. Once locked in for a thousand nights, blank lights cannot escape under the flashing pursuit of the void.

The road was not peaceful, and two battles were fought in less than half a day. Both battles were dominated by the imperial side, which did not show up for thousands of nights and left quietly. However, there was concern in his mind that the intensity and frequency of the perpetual night's onslaught was clearly increasing and that there appeared to be progress in the outer space and in the frontal battlefield, gradually drawing hands to suppress the misty forest.

Misty forest environment is not suitable for large troops fighting, encountering strong people with supernormal sight, the front is too long to be sent to be eroded, the team size of a thousand is the limit.

But the geographic location surrounding the central cave and bordering most of the theatre of battle is another area on which both sides have had to contend. It is now clear that the Everlasting Party is determined to keep the Empire bleeding and eventually reach the goal of crushing the Lee family base in the form of massive, small-scale, elite force attacks.

Indeed, before half a day arrived, there was a third battle. This battlefield is just over a dozen kilometres from the base, which is arguably close by.

When the night arrived, the imperial side was crushed and the situation was precarious. There are only a dozen people left in the ethnic squad, relying on several giant trees as cover, painstakingly supported. And the Dark Warriors, with hundreds of them, form a loose encirclement, and the formation is fairly neat, and they rotate in sequence.

This encirclement encircles only three sides, and there is an empty side. But those besieged had no idea of a leap towards a vacancy, and there seemed to be a great risk there.

The speculation turned quickly to confirm that the rush was coming from that direction, and that a soldier of his ethnic origin had been beaten to fly and his body torn to pieces in the air.

In the heart of a thousand nights, it is a very rare force machine gun! Few people are willing to use a force machine gun because it consumes too much force, but it has to be admitted that the instantaneous force of the force machine gun overwhelms almost everything, and even the force cannon is slightly less likely to fall on the frequency of the fire.

The guy who used the Force machine gun was quite brutal, digging an opponent out of the ground with a long whip of fire and smashing it again. This man was extremely powerful, as if he was missing the bottom, and had torn three warriors apart in a row, but he still had no intention of stopping.

While the survivors are strong, they have no chance in front of such opponents, only to struggle a little longer.

Knowing what he had to do, Thousand Nights bypassed the battlefield and walked to the shooter's position. He quickly saw the target, a very powerful werewolf, holding a horrible machine gun like a trunk of trees, and using a standing position to shoot, a fire gushing out of the gun.

From the distance of the shooting, this guy's vision is probably over 400 meters, only slightly lower than Aiden's. Such a strong man is undoubtedly terrible in the misty forest.

Thousands of nights took out the thunderbolt and without hesitation pressed it into a silver-refining flare, aiming at the werewolf. Gunshots sound like thunder in the ear, but through heavy fog, the sound decays particularly fast, hundreds of meters away, even the thunderous gunfire becomes insignificant.

Ray Yang Bullets will blow each other's bodies without suspension, let alone a werewolf Earl, the Earl of Spiderdemon, can't resist the superimposed auxiliary capabilities of Thunder and Silver Ray Yang bombardment. The Count of the Werewolf would undoubtedly have been badly wounded if the gun had been hit, and in the misty forest, there was no difference between badly wounded and killed in front of a thousand nights.

Yet just a few dozen meters from the target, the werewolf, who was shooting wildly with a machine gun, suddenly had brown hair with its roots raised like a steel needle, his eyes filled with blood silk, and he turned to look in the direction of the bullet.

Dozens of meters, for a high-powered sniper, are just moments away. The Count of the Werewolf suddenly growled, his whole body rose blue and black force flame, his tongue swept up, forcing the mist over him to retreat, and then punched him into the raging sun!

Misty forest is like a sudden rise of a round of golden little sun, fierce and fierce dawn forces are like a rolling fire, pouring their heads over a werewolf. The dawn force, which was so thick that it was almost liquefied, fell on the body surface that a huge flame of smoke and even a flame erupted immediately. The skin exposed to werewolves quickly became coarse black, as did the blue-black flame of the Force.

The werewolves roared in agony and could be heard clearly at night, even more than 500 metres apart.

The look of a thousand nights was cold, pressed into the second fierce sun bomb at a lightning speed, completely missed aim, and pulled the trigger directly to shoot out blindly. He could tell that the first shot had never hit the Count of the Werewolf seriously, and that the opponent had only suffered some flesh wounds.

The second shot came so fast, clearly exceeding the Count of the Werewolves' expectations, that he was no better than dodging, threw away the Force machine gun, crossed his arms to cover his chest, and then drank a loud shot to resist.

Another golden sun rose, this time the raw force of dawn became more concentrated, the fierce light almost white, spilled all over the werewolf.

The armor of the werewolf's arms was smashed to shreds, and the entire person slid back several meters, plowing two deep trenches on the matrix, revealing a dark brown surface below. He lowered his arms and his eyes had completely turned black and his pupils were completely invisible.

The Count of the Werewolf is now in complete combat form, and on his dark brown fur there are several flames of gold that dawn forces have turned into, but he does not make a sound, but only sticks out of his mouth, and his growing fangs indicate anger in his heart.

Thousands of nights were also somewhat shocked, and for the first time he saw someone able to smash with his fist and harden his body against silver flares.

If the body alone, this werewolf is far too strong, far beyond the dark counts he has seen, and above himself for a thousand nights. Not to mention the Earl of the Demons and Bloodlines, not even Earl Stuka of the Spiderdemons, who should have a greater strength than this werewolf. Perhaps only William, at the top of the peak, can rise above him.

However, a thousand nights later, it was noticed that the werewolf's left forearm was slightly unusually twisted and his arm bones were apparently smashed.

Without hesitation, he immediately reached out to touch the magazine and pressed another silver-refined shotgun into his thunder. Since two shots won't kill you, three, four shots until you blow each other's defenses off.

The Count of the Werewolf stared in the direction of the thousand nights, suddenly he raised his hand, and the force machine gun on the ground fell back into his hand, then turned his head and walked away, disappearing into the mist. With his long tsunami, the Dark Warriors, who were already attacking violently, withdrew like a tide.