Monarch of Evernight

Romill and Pratt did not join the war immediately, but watched the troops on the ground attack the city wildly. With two Duke strong men present to oversee the battle, all the fighters went mad to attack the same.

The mercenaries immediately felt extremely heavy pressure, but there was no retreat at the moment. If they could not resist the wave of attacks, they would rather die in a bitter battlefield. By this time, the rest were the most experienced and powerful mercenaries. They rely on every available terrain, not letting go of every tiniest opportunity, constantly striking enemies and bleeding them.

In the central part of Baicheng, a building was easily handled, and the gunfire belonging to the mercenaries gradually weakened, while the werewolves and blood clans rushed in, silencing the final gunfire in the eye. The building is long in ruins, and the interior and exterior are covered with the bodies of Dark Race Warriors. After paying a heavy price, the Dark Race finally seized the place and laid a bridgehead fortress at the very core of the march.

As long as central urban areas can be occupied, the mercenaries will be forced to fight each other and the war will be totally skewed towards the dark races.

Yet the Everlasting Warriors haven't had time to cheer, and it seems that there has been some strange change in the surrounding environment, something more. An experienced werewolf instinctively looked to his feet and suddenly saw two more grenades there!

The roar of the moment flooded the ruins, and shockwaves and flying fragments tore the eternal warrior to pieces. There is no dead end to the explosion, the smoke is so thick that it can choke people to death, no one can imagine, causing this intense explosion to be a gunpowder weapon, how horrible a density has to be reached?! All the eternal night fighters in the ruins turned into corpses.

Song Zining appeared quietly and made a gesture to the corner. A small group of mercenaries came and took over this important position again.

Just now, with the help of the realm, he unwittingly laid down many grenades at the foot of the Everlasting Warrior, killing the elite with primitive and inexpensive gunpowder weapons.

Thousand Nights did not deliberately target ordinary Everlasting Warriors, but simply randomly killed the bad luck that appeared beside him. At this moment, his mind is on the two strong men of eternal night in the air, thinking about who he should open a breakthrough from.

After all, the gap between the two sides has grown somewhat, with only one chance of a sneak attack at most.

A moment later, the gaze of a thousand nights locked Romil in the air. Platt has run once, the last time he didn't make up his mind to fight a thousand nights. This time, if you hurt the strongest Romil, Pratt might run again.

A thousand nights converge and quietly merge with the battlefield.

Romil in the air suddenly fought a cold war. Pratt looked at him a little strangely, and Romil hummed, "I was ready before the war. It's almost time, let's go down! ”

With Platt watching beside him, Romill, the Duke, naturally could not be weakened, and at this moment, despite some mumbling in his heart, he entered the battlefield with a hard scalp. Together with Platt, he had an overwhelming advantage over Thousand Nights and Song Zining. He was worried about his opponent's dying struggle, and how powerful the final counterattack was.

In Platt's heart is a different idea, and naturally it doesn't show up on his face.

Romil slowly flew dozens of metres from the ground, passing the entire White City, from time to time popping a dark cloud beneath and turning mercenaries into corpses in an area. Even the Dark Warrior, as long as he is not of the blood clan, will be traumatized in his blood cloud, just not lethal.

However, the dark servants were not so lucky. A cloud of blood pushed the two mercenaries and several small and large servants into battle together and only one Sir Spiderdemon escaped with a rolling knife, but in the broken wall, the spider body injuring the right front and right limbs was inconvenient to move, and the servants were wiped out again, I'm afraid the chances of life were small.

Follow Pratt's eyes and see this scene. He doesn't move his voice. He doesn't know what he's thinking.

In the blink of an eye, Romill plowed out a death zone in White City.

There are a few nuclear bombs in the middle that hit Romil, but where can I hurt him? Just suddenly exposing himself, he was covered in Romil's blood cloud and lost his life.

Romill felt something was wrong, but nothing was right. With caution, he threw a cloud of blood in his hand. Platt was laughing right next to him.

“Why are you laughing?” Romil asked silently.

“The Duke is very cautious and afraid that the rubble will strike. This is really worth waiting for. ”

Romil grunted, unanswered. He pressed Pratt back to the battlefield and forced him into White City for another lap. The deputy Duke of Spiderdemon is angry, that's for sure.

Pratt sees Romill not fighting back, and Little takes the upper hand, that's all. Romil was not in a very good mood, and the resulting Mamen elite deaths and injuries were severe, and even one of the twelve ancient clans had some injuries.

At this moment, beneath the rubble of a cloud of blood, you are squatting in the void and looking out through brick seams. Blood clouds wrapped around him, trying to erode the flesh, but the skin shrunk back a thousand nights later.

A slight movement in the heart of the thousand nights, fingers poked the blood cloud, feeling the breath of peace. Turns out the blood cloud was not suppressed by his dark golden blood, but treated him as one of a kind.

At night he reached over the body of a blood fighter next to him, flipped over him, and inside the armor, he saw the Holy Grail pouring blood. This is the mark of the Mammons.

Thousands of nights instinctively feel familiar with the blood of the Mammons, as if a small fraction of their body stems from this. When he looked back, he remembered that the purple blood in his body seemed a little bit like Mammon's, but purer. And it seems that William once said that the purple blood crystal could create another Nana, who belongs to the Marmen clan?

This is good news, which means Romill will instinctively relax about the blood of a thousand nights. And the dark golden air of a thousand nights is very poisonous for any blood tribe. Waiting patiently for the moment.

There are two Duke strongmen on the line, and even if Song Zining is present everywhere to seize local positions, it can only delay the tilt of the war.

Inside White City, Yongnight fighters soon took the upper hand, occupying most of the city and pushing the Dark Fire mercenaries back underground. But once the ground position fails completely, the so-called underground position is nothing but a coffin.

A group of demonic warriors is searching for a small building that was blown up in half. When one of them kicked open the door, he suddenly saw a very pretty little girl sitting in the room, dressed neatly. He immediately snapped, did not immediately shoot, just wanted to drink, saw the little girl open her mouth and breathed a gentle sigh of breath towards him.

The demonic warrior fell on the spot in the dark. Colleagues searching in small buildings also fell silently one after the other.

The invisible death zone expanded rapidly, and the eternal night warriors around the small building fell in pieces, only on the outskirts could powerful warriors struggle for a few times. But they couldn't say anything, they just opened their hopeless eyes in vain.

Between the turns, the death zone has expanded to 100 metres and nearly a thousand elite fighters have quietly turned into corpses.

Romill felt something, turned around and looked to the expanding death zone. But as soon as he turned his head, his hair suddenly became windless and automatic! Romil roared, his blood poured, and he turned quickly, and saw a light black feather already in front of him! And ahead, the figure of the thousand nights is disappearing not far away.

Between moments, Romill made up his mind. The Duke's reaction speed and judgment caused him to give up dodging, fully improve his defense, and at the same time reach out and grasp, a cloud of blood immediately appeared around the body of the thousand nights, and covered the thousand nights into it.

Blood clouds shrink instantly, like innumerable iron bars, clamping hard on the body of a thousand nights. However, after a thousand nights of drinking, the body burst out far beyond the horror expected by Romil, creating a bloody cloud! His face grew white, a breath of blood erupted, and his figure flashed and disappeared.

At the same time, the light-black feathers were no longer in Romil's chest.

Romill solidified it, not just in motion, but even in expression, as if instantly it had become a statue.

Pratt cautiously kept his distance, staring at Romill, his eyes flashing, and not knowing what he was thinking.

A moment later, Romil suddenly had an expression on his face, his eyes turned and his eyes stopped on Pratt, looking back at the dead area. At this moment, the area of death had been expanded to about 150 metres and had finally ceased to expand, but the perpetual night fighters in the area had become corpses, including even two jazz.

Thousands of elites are in the blink of an eye, and this loss is almost unaffordable for the everlasting army, which has already broken its bones. And there were hardly any Dark Fire mercenaries in that area of death, meaning that all the losses were on the side of Everlasting Night.

Obviously in Romill's heart, he was more distressed than a thousand nights ago by the sudden appearance of the death zone.

Romill's face suddenly turned a little pale and then returned to normal. But Pratt had already seen it, and the deputy Duke of Spiderdemon had an undisguised, mysterious smile on his face, and then turned to the death zone.

Romil suddenly said, "There's only one last mercenary left, and it's probably not a good time for a thousand nights. Throw in the last reserve team, too. This seat will take down White City! ”

“My lord, the so-called last reserves are all for you and me, and together they are less than a thousand people. ”

“Enough! Everyone, including unnecessary sailors, must go to war!” Romill has been very vocal.

Platt disagreed, "My lord, those are the last pillars of my clan. That's what Mammon's status looks like anyway, and I'd like to move on. ”

“You're lazy! ”

Pratt pointed behind Romill and smiled: "My lord, we don't have to win this fight! ”

Romill suddenly felt a tingle in his back and suddenly turned around and saw Carol in the distant sky with a thunder whip, coming on her own. Romil's eyes shrunk, looked carefully at Carol, and drank: "I'll take care of her! Platt, you go down there and kill Thousand Nights in town and Song Zining! ”

“Sir, are you sure you don't mind taking care of her alone? ”

“Of course." Romill seemed calm. He knew that if he showed a slight weakness, there would be some movement on Platt's side. The deputy Duke of Spiderdemon has been observing his performance after he was shot at the original gun, apparently with a bad heart.

Pratt didn't see any blossoms, so he gave Romill a gift and was ready to fly down to White City. At this moment, a thousand nights were fought back by Romil, and Song Zining was weakened for a long time, so there was no threat.

Yet at this point in time, in the distant sky, a flame suddenly swung straight up and blew up in the air. The flame color is purple gas, which is exactly the symbol of Zhao valve.