Monarch of Evernight

Chapter 167 Trap

Zhang Jun turned around forcefully and drank: “Seriously? ”

The colonel snapped the railroad and replied: "The brothers all know the book badly, but they know it burned to ashes! ”

Zhang Junxue asked: "How many battleships have arrived? ”

“There's only one! ”

Zhang Jun excused the cold light in his eyes, mute: “Very good! A Grand Duke ship is not worth much less than a fleet. Pass it down, all ships disguised, all men attacked. Be sure to leave this ship here today for the Grandpa..."

Speaking of which, Zhang Junzhen suddenly stopped his voice, but all the generals around him understood what he meant. Tears were in his eyes, and he answered with a voice: "Deal! ”

The Zhang Valve Land Army continues to accelerate, while the fleet turns as a whole towards the north.

In the clouds of the north, Aldak's ships are flying, with the myriad giant spider webs surrounding the ship now and then, and the eight long knuckle feet step onto the imaginary spider webs, like a giant spider, lightning bolts against its prey.

A tall, skinny spider demon stood in front of the console on the bridge, and images of the Imperial Fleet were projected halfway in front of him.

Seeing the entire fleet of empires begin to turn and point their wings at themselves, the Marquis of Spiderdemons makes a sharp laugh and says, "With a cruiser and a bunch of miscellaneous fish in the sector, you want to fight with the Grand Duke's ship? Ha, even the freighter is rushing up. Are these little bugs trying to kill themselves? Oh, ha-ha! ”

A young Viscount beside him immediately appended: “Yes, I have never seen a cargo ship dare to storm a battleship after so many years of service. Are there any recent breakthroughs in the people's side that have led to the development of secret weapons? Ha... huh? The freighters, the freighters..."

The image of the Imperial Fleet approaching rapidly, with flagships and frigates beginning to change formation, while some small patrol boats and carriers in the middle and rear were pulled apart and slowly dispersed to the periphery. So much so that three of the old freighters became so prominent.

They are speeding up, and they are not only catching up with the flagship, they are gradually moving beyond it. This is not the speed the freighter deserves!

The Marquis of Spiderdemons, captain of the ship, was forced to step forward voluntarily, staring dead at the ever-changing Imperial fleet. On both wings of the fleet, a high-speed battleship leads a small group of gunboats rushing out at high speeds, enclosing the rear path of the Spider Constellation.

The Marquis of Spiderdemons only glanced at both wings and looked at the three cargo ships again.

Suddenly, the image in front of him flashed, and the light of several symbols filled the field of vision. After the light had passed, only three cargo ships' shells continued to explode slightly, and the hull pieces fell off, gradually revealing the majestic inner. Between the turns, three giant battleships, like cocoon butterflies, emerge from the cargo ship's disguised enclosure and appear in the center of the battlefield!

Even the captain of the Marquis seems to have stayed at this moment, with only his trembling fingers showing his mood at this moment.

Three main ships! Each ship can support a battleship in a separate fleet!

Three battleships, combined with Zhang Junxiu's flagship, are strong enough to counteract a full-fledged battleship.

The Grand Duke of Everlasting Night's ships are generally super battleship class. In the face of the Imperial Battleship, they have a significant advantage over the previous ship. The upper two ships will be in the downwind. It is good to not lose quickly when you encounter three ships.

Besides, at this moment, the Spider Constellation entered alone, without a frigate beside it, and the strongest man of the highest force was not aboard, falling into the envelope of the entire fleet, and the result is to be seen.

While the three battleships appeared, the Marquis of the Spiderdemon understood many things, including why the battle during the Empire Fleet was weak and passive, barely supporting the situation and refusing to fight the main forces of the Everlasting Fleet.

Those cunning people have hidden three battleships here without even revealing the defeat of the war on the ground. Apparently to seduce the Everlasting Floating Fleet and prepare to swallow the pursued fleet.

The Imperial Fleet is slightly weaker than the Everlasting Night's overall strength, with three more major ships drawn, naturally weak. Being able to create such a situation in outer space without failing the whole line has proved that fleet command is an absolutely rare good general.

Think about it, it's just that whoever's in the mood doesn't get better when one of them hits the trap.

And the next Viscount understood, and he lost his voice: "These damn humans! They're not targeting ground fortresses, they're our fleet! ”

As long as the Everlasting Fleet is rebuilt, the Empire will re-establish its advantages in the outer void, seal off the surface, destroy the vast majority of supply carriers in the void, then the dark army on the surface will cut off backup, and the imperial side will continue to support its military resources. At this moment, the dark army on the surface will eventually be completely defeated.

The Viscount's reaction was not necessarily insensitive, but also strategic. It was unfortunate that the Marquis was in a state of despair at this moment, and the Marquis was in a very poor mood. After listening to the Viscount, the Marquis suddenly reached out and grabbed the Viscount's neck, lifted him up and bit his teeth: “I didn't say it, now it's bullshit! ”

The mountains shook loudly, the entire ship shook violently, and the lights on the bridge were dim. The ship has been hit, and it has been badly damaged, apparently by warship masters.

The face of the Marquis Spiderdemon turns to dull, his hands suddenly force, the console suddenly explodes with a bloody mist, the Viscount is actually raw torn!

With a slight outburst of atrocity in his heart, the Marquis gave three orders in a row: "Accelerate, turn, disengage! ”

It's just that he understands that the third order may never be fulfilled again.

In the Imperial fleet, Zhang Junxiu's roar spread throughout the fleet: "Kill that spider! For the Empire! ”

In an instant, the Imperial Fleet was full of cannons, and countless blazing fireworks blossomed on the near-kilometer-long ship of the Grand Duke of Spiderdemons. I don't know how many powerful crossbows, dragging bright tails, rush like fish back into the sea towards the Spider Constellation.

At the far top of the mountain, the wind and sand were covered with hands for thousands of nights, closing their eyes and watching the rare scene.

“What a spectacle!” The sigh of a thousand nights, this disparity in fleet-level air warfare is rare and he has hardly seen it before, at this moment he can only look forward and feel sorry for himself.

In a storm, ordinary people can't see anything at all, and a thousand nights with the eyes of truth can see distant wars by force distribution. However, he also saw a general situation in which details could not be distinguished.

A fleet battle was erupting at an altitude of not less than kilometres from the earth, with countless waves of nuclear force crossing and weaving a death-filled tent.

A huge battleship like a giant whale clashed to the right, surrounded by dozens of warships of all sizes, like sharks, swimming around the giant whale, jumping up and biting down a large chunk of meat when given the opportunity.

Outside of the thousand nights of vision, Zhang Zheng's residual army is facing the wind and sand, moving forward with difficulty, little by little to the final base of the party. While moving slowly, it can be more difficult in an environment where the dark race, which relies mainly on strong bodies, is not as premeditated as the Empire, preparing a large number of heavy-duty truck carriers.

A short sprint, a heavy truck is naturally far less than a Dark Warrior. But in hundreds of kilometres of long-distance marching, especially with this storm weather interference, stronger bodies than tireless loaded trucks as long as they are fueled.

So at this moment, the warrior wants the storm to last as long as possible. If the storm lasts longer, they will be further away from the pursuits.

In the other direction, further afield, is the storm centre.

There, both dawn and dark forces have become extremely violent, constantly clashing, erupting, even space has become less stable, sometimes hundreds of meters of dark lines emerge from nothingness, space fractures that can destroy all space fractures. Each time they appear, void forces gush like tide.

Like the continent, void forces in the interior space close to the ground are difficult to stabilise, and once they appear in large numbers, they become instantaneous storms of terror, as if they were poured into ice water in boiling oil.

Even with the eyes of truth, the thousands of nights can only see the forces of chaos and chaos, and every moment changes so fast that even consciousness cannot be captured. He had no way of judging the state of war but knew that there were two gods who fought heavily there, and that the Dawn Force was in the downwind, like a candle in the wind, as if it were going to extinguish at any moment.

A thousand nights of fear, and then pressed down. That level of battlefield, he wasn't able to intervene at this moment.

Looking in the direction of the Zhang Valve Residual Army for thousands of nights, he has already felt some powerful dark smell moving rapidly towards that side. Obviously, the burning fortress can block the pace of the army, but not the pursuit of the dark strong.

Of course, they wouldn't dare attack the entire floating fleet in town, but they would constantly harass the encroachment and slow down the pace of the advance of the army. Of course, if there's a gap, the powerful ones won't let go of the opportunity to attack the floating warships. In the Great War, the only thing that determines the situation is the right to make airspace, except for the powerful God.

Zhang Valley's army is like a giant elephant walking forward. Despite its size, Zhang Valley was seriously injured. The blood dripping along the way led to a group of evil wolves. The ability to kill or drive away these wolves is the key to whether giant elephants can make it to the end.

That is the battlefield of the thousand nights.

Only at this moment there are not many Imperial Powers who can come ashore to hunt evil wolves. Misty forests concentrate a large part of the Free Powers, but the everlasting night has been there long before the moon. In a hurry, it is difficult for them to safely cross that strange forest.

And the wolves are gathering, perhaps far more than the hunters, enough to submerge all the hunters.

Take the broken dragon back to Andorian space at night and replace it with a lightweight set of soft armor to facilitate hidden hunting. He tightened his battle suit and soft armor, stowed away the eastern mountains used to stabilize his body in the storm, and then jumped out of the summit.

In the storm, a thousand nights do not fall back up, like a leaf canoe, fluctuating between the wave valleys of the peaks. This is a storm caused by violent forces, not as unfounded as a natural storm. Thousands of nights distinguish the direction of the force surge, judge the storm movement, constantly adjust their flight posture, draw a curved trajectory in the air to fly forward in parallel with the Zhang Valve Residual Army.

As the thousands of nights flew with the help of the storm, suddenly there was a sudden and intense palpitation in the mind, while the otherwise violent wind and sand suddenly diminished without warning, as if the sea in the storm had been a great wave of heaven, but suddenly calm had returned.

Yet, in the middle of the deep sea, there emerged a vortex that did not know how deep or wide it was, and the infinite amount of this moment brought boundless fear, far beyond the wind.