Monarch of Evernight

Stepping into the gate is a deep and wide corridor with conference rooms and rest waiting areas on both sides. The two areas are clean and tidy and appear to be cleaned daily by specialists. There doesn't seem to be anything special about it, but it's still been carefully searched at night, leaving every corner untouched. This is the seat of Lingal, the deputy Duke of the Devil's Gate. Even if she throws anything at it, she might sell it for a good price.

Eventually, thousands of nights found in the conference room some unprocessed documents, most of which contained current political information for perpetual nights, recent developments in the Maysfield family, as well as Lingal's own industrial situation and troop movement deployment plans.

These documents are helpful in gaining insight into the demons, especially the Maysfield family, and I'm sure the Imperial Army and some scholars will be interested in this, but of value only. At least at the current level of the thousand nights, it is not clear how many secrets are hidden inside.

Collect these documents for a thousand nights, pack them in boxes, and be ready to move them out after exploration.

At the end of the tunnel, there is another door, all-over grey, with dark greenery, and each trim is engraved so deep, so complex and sophisticated that it looks more gorgeous, but also thicker. The door closed tightly, trying to push at night, but the tattoo didn't move. He tried to punch the door again, and the whole compartment shook, but the door still stood still. And unlike the previous doors, both walls and door frames are only slightly shaped this time, and I'm afraid it's no less difficult to break through from side to side than to dismantle the doors directly.

After a punch, you will know that the gate is at least half a meter thick, so that the thick door is unlikely to be manually switched and must be mechanically powered. Only now the power of the battleship is completely lost. This door is locked here. Whatever precision machinery there is, it is not working. Lingal came here personally, and there was only one hard way to go.

Thoughtful of the night, the only thing known is barbarity. He took two steps back and was already in Dongyue's hands. This is the first time he has used Dongyue since he entered the battleship.

Take a deep breath for a thousand nights, the instant the room enters a boiling blood state, the blood of burning gold is pouring around, the flames are rising everywhere, endless power bursts from everywhere. At this moment, the thousand nights seemed to have been transformed into an ancient blood nobleman, with swords in his hands, a loud drink, a sword chopped down, the whole ship vibrated, and the door opened with a voice.

The gate gap is deep gray with dark green, a layer of glowing light, almost all cast from magic iron, the value of these irons alone is no lower than Song Zining's box alloy.

The door was cut open in the middle, and the internal structure was visible. It was locked in a cross type with the four thick metal columns of the fist. If it hadn't been forcibly amputated, it would have taken a thousand nights to tear down all the walls up and down to get in. Thousand nights are very curious about the material of the magic iron, reach out to pinch the corner of the gap, and push hard, but only slightly deform this fragment!

Thousands of nights had to be surprised to know that this time he had used all his strength not in boiling blood, that is, half a meter thick steel plate could be easily rubbed, such as pinched dough. But this fragment is only slightly curved. In terms of hardness, a thousand nights is Dongyue's hand, fully knock, it takes more than a dozen swords to open this door, but now it is a sword to see merit.

There is no rush into the door at night. Anyway, everything in Lingal's neighborhood is in the bag. It makes no difference if you take it sooner or later. This gate is worth studying.

He repeatedly remembered the process he had just cut, pondered for a long time, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the gap again. Only this time, it is not the dawn of the golden dawn that burns in the hands of the thousand nights, but the bloody flame of the dark gold. The grey green smell of the magic iron touched the blood fire of a thousand nights, instantly like oil in a fiery fire, boiling and burning, spraying out a light grey fire, fighting with blood gas, extinguishing each other.

It's just that the quality of magic is clearly 18,000 miles worse than a thousand nights of dark gold gas. Despite the suicidal impact, it's like snow in the sun, quickly melting away, and the ten extinctions can't return a single dark gold gas.

With only 80% force this time around, the iron is completely bent.

Thousands of nights have come to an end and have fallen back into contemplation.

It was also his dark golden blood that directly confronted the magic, but it turned out to be shocking. The two are like big enemies of life and death, and when they touch, they fight hard, with no possibility of coexistence. From the results, the two can be said to be biometric, extremes everywhere, and it is not possible to say who is stronger. It just seemed to be a thousand nights of dark gold, but the magic used to make the iron magic, the quality is limited, and by the time the Marquis reached the top. Who's ever heard of a Duke who works hard and makes a lot of magic iron?

And if you change the number of opponents of the Witch, it's hard to say who wins or loses.

No ancient Song scrolls were obtained in the past thousand nights. Before the extraction of blood to the dark gold, there was also a confrontation with the devil, but no similar phenomenon was encountered at that time. Blood qi and magic belong to the same eternal night. Naturally, the effect of each other's defeat should be discounted. At that time, the thousand nights of fighting demons, all attack enemies with the Force of Dawn, and protect them with blood qi. Dawn Force and Magic are like rolling oil into water, killing each other and boosting each other.

After cultivating the dark gold gas and obtaining the blood of the long river, he encountered demons at night, especially in the battle with Aiden, and attacked his enemies at dawn. After all, Dawn Dawn Qiming, as the finest force of dawn, is almost the equivalent of no antidote for the Demons. Aiden almost died on the spot after a thousand nights of shooting.

At this moment, however, it seems that Dark Golden Gas encountered magic, which is almost as effective as Dawn's Revelation. Thus, the relationship between the ancient bloodlines, especially the pureblood aristocrats, and the demons is worth having fun with.

This kind of power attribute is quite similar and naturally divides the camp, which cannot be avoided. Just as people majored in Dawn Force, it became the opposite of the whole eternal world.

Thousands of nights I thought about it, rubbing it by hand and rubbing it into an iron ball. He glanced slightly at the iron ball in his hand, crying a shame. Without magic, the iron turns into van iron and loses its value. Look at the size of this iron ball, this rub of a thousand nights, at least tens of thousands of gold.

Throw the ball down for a thousand nights and walk into Lingal's core neighborhood.

Behind the Iron Gate is a small library full of rarities. There are dozens of books still piled up on the central desk, one of which is still open, apparently Lingal was reading here at the time of the war and has not had time to close the book.

Take a walk around the library, then go inside to the study or Lingal's private office. Since the study is a top priority, I intend to browse around for a thousand nights and explore it in detail.

This is followed by a private arsenal, a collection room, and a real living area.

Thousands of nights pass by private arsenals and collection rooms. Although the collection is very valuable, it is not surprising to see the Thousands of Nights of Zhao Song Er Valve. But when I walked into the bedroom, the thousand nights were held on the spot, and my face became unusually strange.