Monarch of Evernight

In White City, the eyes of the thousand nights were not closed for long, and the sound of rampant gunfire woke them up. He stood up and looked out from the half-cutting wall and saw a group of blood swordsmen rushing in silently and quickly like ghosts.

The thousand nights stood still, and under the blood lurked, the group of blood fighters ignored the thousand nights nearby and rushed directly against the wall. When they were all gone, they stood up straight at night and took out the illusory Mansi Savannah, pointing a bullet in the back of the brain of a blood jazz. And then hide it again.

Blood jazz screamed, unable to fall, swirled his head and rolled with pain. Blood fighters stopped immediately, partly around the perimeter, partly trying to save the chief. Blood Sir is the leader of this group of warriors. He was badly wounded, but not without hope of survival. Finally, under helplessness, the Blood Warriors separated the majority of their hands and withdrew the Blood Jazz from the battlefield, while a few others became cautious and searched deep into White City.

After a thousand nights of sight, the figure disappeared from the spot. When it reappeared, it stood on the rubble a few blocks away, and a half-cutting spear was thrown out of its hand, crucifying a werewolf baron to death on the road.

The baron also had two servants, who had just tried to help the master, and suddenly stood together among several corpses on the side of the road, bouncing like rain, beating the two servants from sieves. Several mercenaries then scattered away and laid down elsewhere, continuing to act as corpses.

The whole of White City has long been purgatory.

Bullets or daggers can be fired in any dark corner, and every corpse must be judged to be fake. Even a pile of brick tiles cannot be sure of safety, and it is always possible to break out a few mercenaries from it, or suddenly collapse into a trap.

Underground in White City, many pits had long been dug out by the Dark Guards for war preparation and storage. After Song Zining took over, he expanded the underground into a huge maze, but also the upper and lower floors. By the time the war hits this point, all these layouts will show utility.

The Dark Races also discovered underground secrets after several losses on the rubble battlefield, but did not have a good response. They found several entrances to underground corridors, but as soon as they entered, they went nowhere. No one knows what is the real path and what is only the death trap that entices the opponent.

The entire city, above and below ground, is a battlefield, staggered by each other, and the danger may come from all sides.

Throughout the ruins, there are also two of the most dangerous enemies, Thousand Nights and Song Zining. The illusion created by Song Zining in the 3,000 floating leaves realm is truly illusory, often simulating a mercenary image between the two teams of enemies, so that the two teams can kill each other. And a thousand nights is the nightmare of all the mighty titles. In this battlefield, blood lurking makes him look like an ordinary mercenary. Those who are accustomed to using perceptions, even when they see a thousand nights, subconsciously treat them as ordinary mercenaries, and then they don't.

After killing another Viscount of the Spider Demon, the thousand nights finally felt a little tired. Unconsciously, it has been a continuous battle all day. So, how many fights is this? Even he couldn't think clearly for a moment. Twelve or thirteen?

The sky is dim and the moon in the sky glows with a glimmer of blood at the edges. Occasionally, two rounds of the moon are also seen on the surface, with significant variations in orientation and shape from what is seen on the continental block. As soon as the battle was over, there was an extra feeling of being in a foreign country.

A few long whistles rang in the distance, awesome and lonely. This is a sign of retreat, as the Dark Race warriors rush out of town in a receding tide, many of them falling under gunfire from behind. The resilience and bloodlust of the mercenary were thoroughly aroused and the killing did not stop because the other party had retreated.

Climb to the top of a rubble for a thousand nights and watch the entire White City. In his field of view, the faint spots representing biological flesh are significantly sparser. This means that many more mercenaries have become corpses in this battle. I don't know how many more people are hiding in the tunnel, but I don't think it's going to be much.

He felt something and jumped to the ruins of another neighborhood. Song Zining was sitting on the stone, gasping. At this moment, Song Zining's mask is nowhere to be found, and the striking white robe has been thrown to nowhere. Only the spear gun is still in hand, but it is also stained with blood and dust, no longer shines.

Sitting beside him for a thousand nights, he sighed and said, "We're running out of people. ”

"" They've died a lot, "said Song Zining. ”

“It's not too short to have a lot of people with us. ”

Song Zining seemed to understand the mood of a thousand nights, “Thousands of nights, such wars, the dead are very normal. This is the front battlefield of the two camps, let alone tens of thousands of people, you, me, and even the bigger ones, who are a pawn in this battlefield. Even if pushed to the forefront, it is impossible. ”

"Sometimes I really don't understand what the war is all about." ”

“Survival, resources, and more? Ha, that's not what we should be thinking about right now. Find a way to survive before it's true.” Speaking of which, Song Zining filmed a thousand nights and said: “You are the man who is going to trample the holy mountain, how can you be so unpretentious, haha! ”

“And you, what are you for?” The thousand nights suddenly ask.

Song Zining was silent for a moment. "When the old ancestors closed their doors, I could feel it. Her old people regretted it. Regret not getting off early and cleaning up the family. Speaking of which, I probably wouldn't have made it to Yellow Springs if it hadn't been for her. ”

“Did she decide?” A thousand nights is a bit of a surprise.

Song Zining never positively mentioned how he entered the Yellow Springs, Thousand Nights thought that Song Zining's talent test was continuously handled, maybe thrown away as a family abandoned son, also never asked in detail. It now seems that Song Zining's exclusion from the family is not false, and there is also the shadow behind which the old lady borrows the power to operate.

“Yellow Springs is not a bad thing. Think about people on the mainland all night. There is no way to trade their lives for such resources.” Song Zining stretched out a lazy waist, "tired, come on, lend me a hand. ”

Kicking off a piece of scorched black metal at a thousand nights, Song Zining sat on his back, and the two began to chat about the past without a match. Yellow Springs, there were two other people who had never met before.

This is an age in which we must struggle to survive, not live by charity alone. Even if I could live on my knees, someone would rather die standing up.

Back to the beginning of everything, the Everlasting Trash, a fragment inevitably spreads deep into the memory of a thousand nights. The silver-haired man leaned out his hand slightly, surrounded by blue rain that had not completely dissipated, and at that moment he saw the heavenly man.

In the distance, Romill had a long list of deaths, his face was blue and his eyes were red as if they were spilling blood.

Only those with strong titles are on this list. That is why the list is so frightening. Fortunately, the strong people present are not on the list.

The only thing that doesn't surprise me is the only Deputy Duke of Pratt sitting besides Romil. He did enter White City and withdrew with the military order. As for what he did in the city, how could the average strong know? Just someone who knows and doesn't dare to say.

Romill had nothing to do with it, and now that he was on the list, he finally realized what it was like to retreat from Pratt. Even the Marquis died after he had fallen under the rank of a strong man in his army. There's a lot of relatives in there. This battle has crippled Romil's forces. Without decades, you'll never be able to make up for it.

All eyes are on Romill right now. Romill knew what was in the minds of his people, but only hoped that he and Pratt would enter White City together, so that it would be possible to suppress Thousand Nights and Song Zining. In all honesty, it is time for the Lord of both sides to fight.

That decision, however, was not easy.

Although Romil rarely fought in battle, he would never underestimate the power of the people, who, as a Mammons powerful figure, knew secrets that many Platt did not know. At this moment, I think of the Grand Duke of Spider-Man who broke into the Palace of the Spirit. The Grand Duke broke in unaccompanied and was badly injured in the blink of an eye. He could not even take care of his fleet and forcibly crossed the void. He was rescued by the support fleet, which saved him from death. But he's still unconscious, and nobody knows what's going on in the Palace of the Spirit.

Romill has been wondering where the strong man who can instantly hit the Grand Duke is hiding? He tried again and again at all costs, nor did he test the whereabouts of the strong man. From the beginning to the end, there seemed to be only two truly powerful men in White City: Thousand Nights and Song Zining.

To think of it, Romill looked at Platt with hatred. The old spider demon just pretends to see nothing.

Romil hated it even more, and he wouldn't have lost so many fighters if Pratt hadn't given him the wrong information. It now appears that there are at least thousands of mercenaries in White City. In other words, more than 30,000 warriors were gathered in the city at night!

Placing 30,000 people in such a small place in White City is a madness. And what kind of black magic technique is the people's defense? After being leveled by heavy artillery ploughs, it can still be used to fight consumptive wars.

Looking at White City in the distance, Romill finally asked, “How many troops do we have left? ”

“My lord, less than 40,000. ”

Romill's pupils narrowed, and a moment later, the voices were silenced: "Command, all armies attack! All tribal warriors, as long as they can move, are on the front line. My ship, as well as all the floating ships, retreat into the void. ”

The crowd followed in shock, "My lord, never! ”

This is an arbitrary retreat, and it is clear that Romill intends to break the cauldron and destroy the White City Guard. The problem is, Romill actually broke down the retreat for the people below. With his strength, at first glance the situation was bad, he could fly alone into the void and return to the ship. And the other counts who are incapable of entering the void, are staying and waiting to die.

Pratt knew what Romill was going to do, but his ship was parked in the void and naturally enjoyed the arrangement. And no one else dares to question Romill positively.

As Romill turned to Pratt and smiled, "Lord Pratt, would you be interested in traveling with me to White City? ”

Pratt got up and said, "There's nothing to see there. But since Lord Romill is very interested, of course I will accompany him. ”

“Good!” Romill stepped out of the battleship and condensed himself in the air. The mighty followed him out of the ship, and the vast battleship turned, and then took off and vanished into the sky.

In White City, a thousand nights seemed to have just sat down, and heavy artillery shells burst into the air and whistled.

By this time, no one will have to intercept the shells. The force is becoming more and more precious, and even by now, the speed of recovery at a thousand nights cannot fully replenish the consumption, let alone the others. In any case, there are not many Dark Race artillery shells left. The shelling is rare and lazy, but it is just to do the appearance, power as an attack signal.

Thousand nights and Song Zining looked at each other and prepared to separate. At this moment, a thousand nights suddenly felt, turning to the sky.

On the night sky, the shadows of the two Dukes of the Everlasting Night slowly emerged, and the pressure was released uncovered, as if the mountains were falling into the sea!

“It's a duel.” A thousand nights of enlightenment.

Song Zi preferred to look at the thousands of nights, compared to a gesture. Think about it for a thousand nights and nod slowly.