Monarch of Evernight

Inside White City, Song Zining has been standing at the head of the city watching the movements of the Dark Race across the street.

Thousand nights have toured the city and appeared beside him, asking, "Don't you have to transfer the temple of the Spirit? It's not too late. ”

Song Zining shook his head, “The deterrent effect of Ying Ling Palace is even more important. They don't know where the Spirit Palace is, and that's the biggest fear. The Duke across the street would never put his ship into battle. That's his life escape tool, and once he's traumatized in battle, he's gonna die here. ”

Nodded a thousand nights, also recognized.

Song Zining, referring to the long-night carriers that keep travelling from afar, said: “I've been observing all night. This is a new sharp model of carriers, and the number is too large to be dispatched by a duke at all. It seems that the Dark Race has finally reacted, knowing to concentrate on driving us off the surface. Get ready, now. It's the real test. ”

Nod your head a thousand nights. The division of labour between the two had long been implicit, and the usual battle lasted a thousand nights, just sitting in town watching and not doing anything. His goal is the top strongman in the other line, including Duke Romil.

Song Zining is in charge of all command and dispatching, and cleaning the middle and lower ranks of the strong is also his task. With the prosperity of the world and the characteristics of 3,000 drifting leaves, the ordinary strong cannot lock Song Zining in the realm, even if he travels through the 10,000 armies, he is relatively safe, the only thing to be careful is to be attacked by the darkness of the same level.

At this point, the power towers in the perpetual night camp have been installed, and several temporary large workshops have begun to operate with the support of the power towers, with heavy trucks travelling.

A loud, cool whistle sounded all over the sky, and the two heavy doors of the eternal night camp slowly opened, driven by steam forces, and a heavy truck converged into a steel flood and drove away to the front-line position. Most of these heavy-duty trucks carry heavy artillery behind them in endless numbers.

Song Zining's eyes squinted, suddenly he turned back and drank: “Passage, all heavy artillery dispersed and hidden! All but the front-line combatants entered the bunker!” The adjunct commanded him to run out immediately.

“Can't fight?” Thousand Nights Ask.

“We're running out of shells.” Song Zining sighed.

He has prepared a great deal of supplies and ammunition, but together, war consumes astronomical figures. In the battle ahead, dark fires were used to exchange goods and ammunition for an unequal proportion of casualties. But now, in the face of the overwhelming dominance of the perpetual heavy artillery units, the only way to preserve their strength is to preserve them first.

This batch of heavy artillery from Romill was larger in caliber and farther in range. It was originally used by the floating frontline in the face of the undefeated city. It is now being transported to the rear by emergency ship in order to confront people who are good at defense. After the Baicheng war came out, all the weight was transferred to this side to suppress Song Zining.

Hundreds of heavy artillery have been deployed in positions that are beyond the range of the White City heavy artillery. Song Zining's ability to bring in so many heavy artillery is no longer easy, and it's impossible to get as many top heavy artillery as you want.

A moment later, the distant flame flashed, and then the light of the stars continued to flash, as if they were lit. A strange whistle came from the sky, and a shell fell on White City. Gunshots began to sound in the city, and the master was trying to intercept them with a force gun.

Song Zining immediately manipulated a large-calibre sniper rifle, fired three shots in the air, and shot three large fireballs in the air. For a strong man of his rank, the control of the body has been so meticulous that the effect of a force gun can be achieved with ordinary gunpowder weapons alone. Only this large-calibre sniper rifle had enough range and had a limited speed. Even Song Zining could only intercept three artillery shells.

In the thousands of nights, the peanuts were removed, the guns were held in both hands and a breath of seven or eight shots were fired into the air, and a heavy artillery shell was blown up at the sound of the gunfire. In a round of flash shots, the smell of the thousand nights just dropped slightly and then quickly rose. Only confined to the launch limit of the peanuts, every five shots fired in a row must stop and wait for the array of forces to cool.

Eighty per cent of the heavy artillery shells were intercepted with more powerful men, yet dozens of shells fell still causing staggering damage, each landing shaking the mountains, and the explosion instantly covered the entire White City.

The aftermath of the explosion caused by the first shelling remained undisturbed, with a sharp whistle in the air. This time, the sight of most of the strong was blocked and the interception effect was greatly reduced. Nearly half of the shells landed in the city, and even the remnants of the highest turret were broken in the middle and half of the interception was dumped into the city.

Romills refused to give White City a chance to breathe. Heavy artillery fire continued, and every wave of artillery shells fell like meteor showers. The packers and cartridges around the heavy guns turned, and the light of the array of forces slipped over the cannons and crawled. Soon the metal cannons soared in temperature, while the shooters generally had a low atmosphere of force.

But under the whip of the team, the heavy artillery was still firing at its maximum speed. From time to time there was a scream in the position when the loader was accidentally burned, or the handler, who had turned dizzy, almost hit the armament and was whipped to death by the team of supervisors. Gunners on the launcher's seat are weakened one after the other and then dragged away to replace them with newcomers. Occasionally, there are also gravity cannon blasts, leaving a deep pit in place, a pile of scorching metal and limbs.

Interception in the city was weaker and weaker, even the wall where Thousand Nights and Song Zining stood was submerged by artillery shells, forcing the two to separate left and right.

In the cannon cover, the stronger with a slightly weaker strength can no longer do anything but defend themselves, while the average mercenary is hiding in a bunker, praying that he will not be so unlucky that a shell falls just above the bunker.

The roar became almost the only sound in the whole world, with flames burning everywhere and smoke covering the entire city, and no one could see what it was like to be far away. A building continues to collapse, and even stone houses cannot withstand such barbaric destruction.

The shelling continued as if the end had come.

It didn't know how long before the shelling suddenly stopped, but people still had beeps in their ears and couldn't hear anything else.

The original walls had long turned into rubble, the lines of defense were completely invisible, and once neat white neighborhoods were now ruined by smoke and black.

Ground scorched earth floated and a mercenary drilled out of the ground. They shook the scorched earth on their bodies, patted themselves and checked for injuries.

An old mercenary, originally stationed on the front line, looked out of town and immediately jumped. The Dark Race is less than 100 meters from the line of defense!

He screamed out loud and wanted to call for heavy machine gun fire in the bunker. But he couldn't even hear himself shouting, and the aftermath of the heavy shelling was still there. The veteran turned around and saw a scene of despair that had long since disappeared and replaced it with a deep crater.

No heavy artillery can fire such craters, as a result of several shells landing in the same area. And the original comrades in the bunker have long been part of the rubble, and they can't even find the body.

The old mercenary turned around, grabbed the force gun, aimed steadily, locked it, activated the force array, and pulled the trigger. Among the quasi-stars, a high-ranking fighter of the blood fell at gunpoint. This shot was fired on his shoulder, one arm flying up into the sky. The old mercenary, unable to examine the results of the war, targeted another spider demon.

But two shots were fired, and the Dark Race was right around the corner. The old mercenary threw down his rifle, pulled up a knife, fought a battle against the imminent Dark Army, and was swallowed up by the Dark Tide.

Similar fights took place in every corner of the front line, and the everlasting army beat hard on White City like a black tide, which immediately seeped into the city. Each winding black creek represents a broken defensive gap.

The outermost line of defense has fallen, and all the fighting is taking place inside White City. Every street, every building is a battlefield, and cold guns are fired from nowhere.

A Viscount of the Spider appeared as a body, leaping through the ruins, climbing directly from the outer walls to the roof of a small building, where several snipers were killed. However, the entire top floor exploded suddenly, blowing his huge body directly into the sky. A powerful trap had already been set up there, and the snipers had fought on tons of explosives.

White City has become ruins, but the Dark Army finds that ruins are better shelters and works. All experience has been lost here, and no trace of spider can be found, and their proud sense of smell is false in the dense smoke of nitrogen.

Mercenaries in neutral lands have long been accustomed to fighting in various extreme environments, and many towns in neutral lands have been destroyed, built and destroyed, often sleeping with ruins. There's no need to teach them. They're experts in alley warfare.

Large numbers of Dark Warriors have been pouring into White City, and despite the extremely glued fighting in the city centre, Dark Races have slowly taken the upper hand, relying on quantitative advantage.

At high altitude, Romill has emerged from the battleship, floating in the air, overlooking the Battlefield of White City.

The first wave of offensive forces has approached full incursion into the city, with the largest build-up being in the original location of the perimeter wall. At this point, there was a sudden outbreak of fire from beneath the walls of the city, accompanied by a constant burst of sticky black oil from the ground, which turned into a pillar of fire as soon as it left the ground. Between the turns, a firewall emerged, separating White City from the Dark Race Followers, while swallowing thousands of fighters.

Romil's eyes peeled, and indeed, the fighting in White City intensified suddenly, with heavy fighting erupting almost simultaneously in every corner. And from the perspective of seeing the war across the city, two of these regions, the number of Dark Warriors is decreasing at an alarming rate.

With Romil's eyes, you can barely see two faint shadows traveling back and forth. Everywhere they go, the Dark Warriors will fall.

Needless to say, this is Thousand Nights and Song Zining.

Their own actions against ordinary fighters demonstrate that the situation in the city is indeed at its most critical juncture. However, the weight on Romill's face had not diminished and the intensity of the fighting in the city had far exceeded his expectations. To this day, the mercenaries should reasonably have lost a great deal, but the firepower they fought back had not diminished much.

“I wish I had brought more shells.” Russell flashed his mind for a moment and put it aside. He is also aware that the ability to transport so many heavy artillery, as well as ammunition that exceeds several conventional bases, is the result of all efforts.

Other directions face no less pressure than here, or even more so. He has access to so many resources that he hopes to put an end to the fighting here as soon as possible and then to support other directions. After all, based on paper power, White City's combined strength is the weakest link.

At this point, a servant appeared, "My Lord, Deputy Duke Pratt is back. ”

Romil's eyes shone cold, "Then let him in, now. ”