Monarch of Evernight

Above White City, the clouds are dense and depressing.

The city is top-down, and everyone is very concealed, and every mercenary who can still move struggles to take up his position and hold the weapon in his hand.

The earth trembles slightly while the air echoes a strange buzz, and just outside the sky, one ever-night carrier after another continues to pass through the clouds, throwing dense dark warriors and countless pieces of heavy equipment to the front line.

Originally from the comparison of force strength, the Yongnight army outside the city occupied an absolute advantage. Doyle held more than 40,000 troops, and Baicheng counted the troops brought in by Zhao Jundu, but only thousands of people in the district. The only defensive army that has the advantage is the wealth of war materiel that it possesses because of its control of the battlefield.

Now, the number of perennial carriers seems to be endless, rough, not to mention tens of thousands of fighters, and there are countless pieces of equipment and ammunition.

By now, everlasting nights have taken an overwhelming advantage in conventional forces. And on the strong, a Doyle alone is hard to cope with. This is the size of the Everlasting Reinforcement Fleet, and it is clear that the ranks of the townspeople are not low. Normally, at least a deputy duke.

At the highest point of the city, Song Zining stood beside the thousand nights, while Zhao Jundu stood at the other corner, looking at the transport ship that took off and landed outside the city, the color remained the same.

“How come there are so many carriers? How's Ying Ling Palace?” Song Zining is also slightly anxious at this moment.

The night was silent and a moment later he said: "It is fighting. ”

Song Zining's face quickly grew heavy and asked: “Do you know who the enemy is? ”

A thousand nights of slightly pale faces, communicating with the palace of the Spirit, far from the void, is also consuming for him. A moment later, he opened his eyes and said, "It's a perpetual fleet, strong. The Spirit Palace is able to defend itself, but it is very difficult to destroy its opponents. ”

“Which means I'm stuck. Then it should be at least a Grand Duke ship. Looks like forever and night knows you well! ”

Nodded a thousand nights.

There are no thousands of nights aboard the ship, and the Palace of the Spirit performs completely differently. Thousand Nights can give it some lifetime power, and if Thousand Nights is absent and manipulated by sailors alone, it is at most equivalent to a powerful battleship, unable to unleash the horrific power of the Emperor's ship.

At the helm of a thousand nights, the Spirit Palace can crush two Grand Duke ships in a battle, and now a Grand Duke ship can haunt it. Fortunately, Carol is in the Palace of the Spirit and is not afraid of the other party forcibly landing the ship.

The ability of Everlasting Night to haunt the Palace of the Spirit without fear of loss and to send a large number of warships and carriers into the surface means that they must have the White City aspirations.

Song Zining wanted to understand this section. He stayed for a while and laughed bitterly: “I really don't understand. Are these troops on the floating land forever and night so important? At such a great price. ”

The Dark Races and Empires have a routine in their war of resources, and when the situation in the authorities is clearly unfavourable, or when losses exceed expectations, they categorically abandon the cannon ash units and withdraw only the elite. Growing plants are totally unsatisfactory at this level and consumed by short-lived plants.

Yet the current practice of perpetuating the night is the opposite, with increasing numbers of troops robbing a retreat point. These inputs were enough to pull them to other strategic points on the surface to compete with the Imperial Army.

Zhao Jundu said faintly: “If you have any questions, survive first. There's plenty of time to think about it. ”

Song Zining, hey, said: “I rarely hear you say that. What, you don't like it either? ”

“It's not coming, it's not coming, it's not coming. If it's anyone, you can't see it. Be realistic, assign a defensive zone, and then get ready for it. ”

Thousand nights and Song Zining nodded.

There is also the possibility that all three of them thought about it, but did not say so orally. If this increase in the strength of the Dark Race is more than just one place in White City, it means that a full-float counter-attack is being planned at night.

The three men divided White City into three battle zones, each defending one side against the other. In defensive warfare, there are strong people sitting in towns and there are no strong people sitting in towns.

Once they had allocated their defensive areas, the Yongnight Army had also completed the three-sided enclosure of White City, leaving only one passage to the edge of the land block. Everyone knows that there's only one way to escape to the edge of the land block, so it doesn't make much sense not to surround that side.

The roar of heavy artillery opened the curtain for the attack of the Dark Army, which hit White City like a rain point, ravaging a city that had already become ruined. The artillery fire that the Army is fighting back at this moment is sporadic and equates to nothing. All fighters are hiding in shelters, waiting for the shelling to end and the attack to begin.

As if to exasperate, the shelling of the Dark Race lasted for an entire minute before it ended.

Such shelling is of little significance, as White City no longer has a clear and decent line of defense. At this moment, every rubble in the city, every street junction, could at any moment become a line of defense and an exchange of fire position.

Immediately after the shelling ended, countless Dark Warriors jumped out of their offensive positions and rushed towards White City at an alarming rate. They abandoned all probationary attacks and from the outset comprehensively assaulted, as evidenced by the impatience and impetus of the Dark Commander.

White City, originally in deep silence, seemed to survive at this moment. Behind the half-down walls, in the ruins, beside the stone columns, there were flaming tongues everywhere, and the force bounced as if it didn't want money, and the physical bouncing was more like a storm. Many force bounces flash dark lights, clearly driven by dark forces.

Mercenaries in neutral places can practise dark forces no matter what the everlasting dawn is, just like in the everlasting continent. Dropping their weapons in the previous waves of Dark Race attacks, they picked them up and scratched a number of bullets from the corpses, shooting them all in the head at the moment.

The Dark Warriors in the front row, like harvested wheat, fell down a whole row, while the warriors in the rear stepped on the corpses of their companions and continued to storm White City.

At the speed of the Dark Race, the distance of kilometers is instantaneous. They quickly filled that distance at the cost of their lives and stormed into White City. But they quickly discovered that entering the city was just the beginning of a nightmare.

Mercenaries and Zhao Valve fighters may appear from everywhere and disappear after a single fire. In the meantime, the Dark Ethnic Warriors who entered the city in the first place suffered heavy casualties.

This was supposed to be the moment for the strong to appear. But the powerful among the Dark Warriors also began to fall in batches, and a powerful sniper easily penetrated their armor, filled with dawn forces that burned their flesh and guts like a flame.

The constant fall of the mighty, especially the mighty, has finally caused panic among the eternal warriors. They began to queue up in chaos, and the offense was no longer resolute. In urban alley warfare, however, hesitation is the way to die. The casualty rate of Dark Warriors rose in a straight line during both the retreat and retreat.

Zhao Jundu was brought into White City by real elites, and there were a lot of specially trained snipers inside. Such snipers are fed entirely with gold coins, far from being comparable to self-taught snipers in dark fires. Their goal is only the senior officers and the powerful.

On a distant battleship, a bloodline marquis finally couldn't bear to say, "Lord Doyle, the casualties are too great! I'm afraid morale will collapse if we continue like this! ”

“Continue the offensive.” Doyle's voice was calm without fluctuations.

“Lord Doyle!” The Marquis of the Blood raised his voice.

“Continue the offensive. ”

Under Doyle's strict orders, the marquis of the bloodline withdrew reluctantly. As he walked away, he glanced at Doyle and the provocation was very provocative.

Hemophilis came to have a feud with the werewolves, and after the werewolves lost their supremacy, the bloodlines formed a total repression against the werewolves. Even with the absolute disparity of rank with Doyle, the Marquis of blood had little respect for Doyle.

The werewolf strongman behind Doyle was angry, and some of his temper was about to seize on the spot. However, Doyle raised his hand and pressed down his subordinates' agitation, calmly saying: "My command can be repeated once, but it will never be repeated again. If anyone can't hear you clearly, then do it according to military law. Let's talk about the rest of this in Parliament. ”

The strong members of the blood clan were all divine, and then turned to an elderly member of the blood clan in the center of their own queue. His skinny face was full of wrinkles and he seemed too old to open his eyes. However, a strong and transverse aura is only slightly weaker than that of Doyle, who is certainly a deputy duke.

He looked at Doyle with a cloudy eye and said, "Lord Doyle is the commander of this battle, and this is a decision of Parliament. Have you all lived impatiently and dared to question the decision of Parliament? ”

Doyle didn't hear the irony in his tone, "Thank you, Lord Tigger. Then there is no objection now. Pass me the order and proceed! ”

Tigger's eyes twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything.

A moment later, the battlefield was sounded with a special rhythm of horns. The rhythm of the trumpet instantly provoked the primitive ferocity of the Dark Warrior's bones, and a werewolf appeared in a violent form, leaping toward White City. And a large number of blood fighters are also double eyed red, moving into a state of bloody rage, full speed, no slower than werewolves.

The Dark Army entered White City and killed with the mercenaries again. This time, after being secretly provoked, they no longer have any fear, even if they are seriously injured, to take their opponents with them on the road.

Between the turns, the outer edge of White City falls almost entirely, while the Dark Race pays for the corpse of the entire line.

The siege had just begun, and the Dark Race had paid the price of tens of thousands of elite fighters, and the rate of loss was even more alarming for middle- and high-ranking officers and title-bearers who were the pillars of the army. Whoever heads up sees such a war damage will be heartbeat.

But Doyle turned a blind eye to the corpses all over the ground and gave orders to different forces, all of them: Attack!