Monarch of Evernight

The initial collapse did not affect the determination of the Dark Races to attack. Despite the heavy losses on the first two lines of defence, they were, after all, heavily armed and quickly rearranged, and the Dark Warriors continued to arrive from the reserve area, crowding their offensive positions.

Nor was the Dark Race idle in the regrouping process, where heavy artillery fire was gathered and White City positions continued to be bombarded. And how could a dark fire mercenary possibly confess to losing on a pair of guns?

Inside White City, a heavy gun sprayed its tongue and dropped shells at artillery positions of the Dark Race. Dumb heavy artillery of the Dark Race is constantly being struck under the power of absolute repression, but this time the Dark Race is determined to replenish it with an unusual slowdown, with new heavy artillery blasts, pulling saws with mercenaries at no cost.

Since the absolute number of ethnic units has never been comparable to the dark race with a large number of servants, dark artillery fire has been prioritized against each other's heavy artillery, thus limiting the coverage of the accumulating dark ethnic forces.

On the other hand, under Pratt's strict orders, the Dark Powers no longer conserve their forces and begin to try to intercept aerial artillery fire, greatly limiting the effectiveness of heavy artillery strikes.

With the accumulation of the Dark Army complete, an awesome horn sounds, and a cold, distant voice penetrates the vast battlefield, boiling the will of every Dark Warrior.

The horn of the attack has blown, and a Dark Warrior leaps out of position and rushes towards the defensive line of White City.

As soon as the forward fighters stepped into range, they felt a bright light in front of them. Reflectively, they wanted to close their sights and discovered that it was not a flare bomb, but a continuous line of fire that lit up along the walls of the entire White City. The number of nuclear flames ejected during a force gun bombardment is too high to be illusory into a line.

In that instant, the Dark Warrior at the front was like crashing into an invisible wall and falling in pieces.

However, the Dark Warrior, who followed closely behind him, turned a deaf ear and continued his assault on the corpse of his companion. The fire on the White City defensive line was constantly extinguishing, and it was always a continuous line of fire, with rows of force bouncing like storms, shouting and harvesting life all over the row.

Dark Fire Mercenaries are so densely fired that, between the turns, Dark Warriors are killed and injured to such an extent that they cannot be seen directly.

The second line of defense, which was originally rocking, became a flesh blender after a short break.

On the battleship, Platt had no expression on his face and only a few dark fighters fell in his pupils. In front of the White City defensive line, every step forward is filled with life.

“My lord, do you want to…” a spider demon count asked cautiously.

Pratt said categorically, "That's their last strength! Pass me the order. Get all the guys below the Marquis on the front line! ”

The Earl of Spiderdemons was shocked and busy: "My lord, a thousand nights is in the city! ”

“So what? Even Medros is dead. Do you guys want to hide back there? All of you! ”

The Earl of the Spiderdemon had no choice but to salute, "As you wish. But, my lord, that werewolf has been saving his strength, so why not..."

Pratt was silent for a long time, and his eyes gradually turned to the Rin Killer, slowing down: “Let the Marquis of Red Tooth go to the front to oversee the battle, he is now too far behind. ”

“What if Lord Red Tooth doesn't obey orders? ”

“Then I'll persuade him myself. ”

The Earl of Spiderdemons has taken his orders.

After heavy casualties, the Dark Force broke into the White City defensive line twice, but they were all hit back. After all, the Dark Warriors on the front line are not all the lunatics who are not afraid of death. The war has damaged to the point of nearing total annihilation, and even the Werewolves in a state of ferocity will retreat.

They regrouped outside the range of the force gun, brewing a larger offensive.

The third strike began, this time visibly different from the previous one, when the strong elements of the attacking forces, mixed with a large number of dark races, rushed to the defensive line with mercenary fire and then relied on individual force to destroy a job.

Siege battles are the stupidest way to fight like this on the field line, but under no circumstances is life the most effective way to fill a battlefield advantage.

Dark Fire Mercenaries also have to have minor confusion, but most of the defensive lines are veterans through hundreds of wars. Knowing that retreating at this time is death, it is better to fight to resist, maybe there is still a first line of life.

However, with the participation of a large number of powerful people, the Dark Races took an absolute upper hand in close combat. As more and more dark fighters rush into the line of defense, the casualties of mercenaries rise straight.

On the walls of the city, Song Zining stood high and looked at the offensive and defensive battle on the second line of defense. “Looks like a man in a hurry. Did you send out the strong so soon? I thought I was going downtown to get your cards out. ”

He took the silver mask out of his arms, put it on his face, reached out his hand to the side, and a waiter had already put the spear gun on him.

Song Zi Ning pulled out his gun and disappeared into the air.

On the front, a Viscount of the Spider Demon is on the verge of being vicious, with a heavy axe circle in his hand, chopping off three mercenaries on the waist. Hot blood spilled on him and he roared with excitement. However, at this point, his laughter stopped. A non-gold, non-jade sharp shot protruded from his throat.

Song Zining shook his hand, pulled back the spear gun, then turned back, suddenly three steps in a row, and shot like a dragon, each step picked off a dark strong man.

In the thick night color, Song Zining white coat long gun, the distinction is remarkable, the past is even more popular, there is not a return.

Between the eyes, the silver mask was covered with blood and the white coat was full of colour.

This is what the Lord will do. How dare you die? The mercenaries were bloodthirsty and killed. The original rocking line of defense stabilized again.

With another baron of werewolves picked up halfway up, Song Zining's original flickering, untouchable figure suddenly appeared clear. Under continuous bloodshed, he also consumed a lot, and the 3,000-leaf field was inevitably somewhat volatile.

It was in the emptiness of this moment that the night suddenly stained a layer of red light. Song Zining's back heart clearly reflected a huge red fang!

Song Zining shocked his whole body and tried to turn around and stab him. Without seeing him, he knew he was locked in and could hardly avoid this deadly blow, except to force his opponent to give up in the same way as he did.

No one knows what Song Zining's expression is under Xuanyin's mask, but this opponent, in the midst of the insurgency, is able to catch a brief moment of empty storm raid, his own strength is probably not much worse than Song Zining's. How easy is it to flip a disk when you're ahead of your opponent?

If there is no shadow intertwined with the fire on the battlefield, the eyes can hardly be captured accurately. The shadow flashed under the gun. At once, the room circled behind Song Zining again, and a claw grabbed at the back of his heart.

When he saw the tip of his paw, he was about to touch Song Zining's white robe, which turned into a faint shadow. Suddenly, the werewolf's heart sounded an alarm. In the field of vision, he flashed through the distant air, and a man stood empty-handed. It was a thousand nights. And at this glimpse of the floating light, the werewolf sees strangely that, in the eyes of a thousand nights, there seems to be a shadow of his own.

Suddenly a chill came to his mind, and the werewolf thought what he had just seen was too weird, almost like a hallucination, and he didn't understand what he was afraid of. A thousand nights away, what can you do?

But the werewolf's heart was strong enough, even if his heart turned upside down, his hand didn't halt, his claws continued forward, tearing through the white robe, cracking his inner armor, and then stabbing into the flesh, finally encountering obstacles. That's Song Zining's rib.

The raging Dawn Force strikes back at the paws of a werewolf who can raw and crack alloy, and then meets the dark Force that is ready to suppress. In such a close fight, the weakness of the human body strength undoubtedly appeared. The werewolf was about to dig Song Zining's heart out, suddenly a chill rose from the back of the back root, cold bones, couldn't resist!

He turned his head desperately and saw a shadow in space hundreds of meters away. It was a thousand nights, but it was just a shadow.

At the same time, the werewolf turned around and the claws that had been inserted into Song Zining's rear heart were drawn out smoothly and drawn backwards. But when he turned around desperately, there was only one sword in his eyes. The upper body of the werewolf separates from the body and flies high into the sky. Until then, the figure of the thousand nights gradually appeared.

Thousands of nights looking up into the sky, slightly unexpected, said: "So you're still a marquis? ”

“Can't you see?” Song Zining walked over.

“It's a little weak. ”

“Weak? I almost died. Is that weak?” Song Zining didn't say it in anger.

"How could you die without me?" he smiled. Does your wound matter? ”

Song Zining shook his head, “A little flesh wound, no big deal, not even a bone wound. ”

Until then, the half-cutted body of the red tooth flew high and fell, struggling to support it. But the flesh at his incision was all coke black. It had been burned to coke in the dawn of a thousand nights. His life was lost. At first glance, he knew there was no way to live.

Thousand nights turned to look at the unwilling struggling Marquis of the Werewolf and looked a little confused, and said, "Yes, it does seem too weak. ”

“Why do you feel weak? He should have a higher force level than me, but the Wolf wasn't very strong. Wait, you... turn around and show me. ”

Thousands of nights are somewhat unknown, so look to Song Zining. Song Zining stared him in the eye and looked carefully for half a day. “I see, your eye technique has improved again. ”

“Is that so? I don't feel anything. ”

Song Zining glanced at him and didn't feel good: “No feeling? Were you able to restrain the actions of a marquis? ”

Thousands of nights thought about it and said honestly: "No. ”

“That's fine. All right, get ready to retreat, after we break.” Song Zining floated in the air regardless, and the non-Kim Fei Yu spear gun waved several trajectories in the air, then took the gun and stood against him.

When White City was neutral, a platoon of flares was fired, and heavy artillery again sounded, blocking the battlefield with fire.

Only the dark strong can break through the double blockade of flares and heavy artillery, but at this moment Song Zining stands side by side with the thousand nights, and the two stand in the middle of the whole battlefield like that.

They're waiting for someone to fight, but the Marquis of Red Tooth is down all night. Who dares to fight?

On the everlasting side, all attention to the moment fell on Platt. Only the Deputy Duke of Spiderdemon himself can hope to break through the thousand nights of working with Song Zining.

Platt stood still, like a statue, motionless.

After a moment, the lighting grew silent in the air, heavy artillery fire stopped, and the nitrous smoke dissipated, revealing the outline of White City. The second line of defense was empty and all the mercenaries withdrew into White City. Thousand nights and Song Zining stood in front of the city gate.

Platt stared at the night and his pupils contracted.

Thousands of nights seemed to feel something, slightly turned his head and looked back. The eyes of the two people were thousands of meters apart, and the sky crashed into each other.

Thousands of nights, two eyebrows, a sneer, a fine line of blood waved straight up, the momentum was full, just waiting for Platt to come to war.

Pratt looked up into the sky. At this moment, a circle of full moon in the air is bloody.