Monarch of Evernight

The frantic offensive of the Dark Race has put tremendous pressure on it, and the war loss rate has risen in a straight line. Many become corpses the moment they break out of the bunker.

A wave of perennial warriors slammed the White City defensive line like a tide, gradually compressing it near the city centre.

Less than half a day later, the White City defensive zone was halved, while the Dark Race offensive continued to show no signs of cessation.

Doyle stood at the bow of the flagship with a sharp eye that broke through the smoke and mist and landed on the battlefield. Suddenly, the Dark Warriors of a whole area disappeared!

Doyle's cheeks twitched for the first time since the war began. His eyes then fell on the area, and he saw hundreds of elite werewolves and blood fighters freezing in place as if they had been wicked, then falling one after the other.

In Doyle's eyes, it became apparent that the fighters had lost their livelihood in an instant, so that they would become immobile and fall for a moment.

What is the ability to instantly plunder so many elites?

A figure appears among the falling warriors. In the center of the eternal night warrior's body, he stood like that. As if he felt Doyle's gaze, he suddenly looked up and greeted Doyle's gaze.

Between moments, Doyle had only a pair of deeply blind eyes left in his field of view!

How powerful Doyle is, his mind must think, even if the opposite phase disappears. But looking back to the battlefield, the man had disappeared. Doyle sighed softly, "Is that a thousand nights? ”

He was surrounded by werewolves, but also by powerful people, who saw the scene, replied, "That's him. ”

Doyle hey, can't hear the joy or the worry. He turned back and said, "If we met on the battlefield, how sure would you be to beat him? ”

The powerful werewolves looked at each other and did not know how to answer. At the moment there was a grumpy cry: “Don't you fight if you're not sure? My lord, please let me out. I'll fight him! ”

Doyle glanced at him and shook her head: “What are you doing? Die? It's not time to die. Wait, you'll have a chance. ”

The werewolf blushed, but he didn't dare to build it again. It was very painful for a moment.

He's already Count Gardner, and he's kind of in the upper echelons of the werewolves. Thousands of nights, however, are not brightly repaired, but the actual performance is too perverse. Even himself, in fact, it is clear to his heart that, once fully targeted by the thousand nights, defeat and death is an instant matter.

At this point, the truly powerful, whether werewolves or bloodlines, are all turning to White City, even Doyle, focusing on the battlefield.

They all felt that the smell of the powerful in White City was disappearing at an alarming rate. This suggests that there are genuine human strongmen who are beginning to harvest the backbone of the Dark Race.

Tigger looked ugly and grunted heavily, "Crazy! ”

The war was dominated by werewolves and bloodlines, and many of the stronger were Tigger and Doyle. Tigger was so angry that the death and injury of the strong members of the clan would negatively affect the status of the entire clan and family forever and night.

Doyle's face changed numerically, and he finally withstood no seizures, but drank: "Throw all the reserves in! ”

Tigger couldn't help but say, "Isn't this delivering them results? ”

And Doyle said, “So why don't you invite Lord Tigger into the city now? ”

Tig's face turned red and white, and a moment later he bit his teeth, "Do as Lord Doyle says!” Go ahead, he turns back and drinks to the strong bloodlines behind him: "What are you looking at? What is it? Go back to the council! ”

Doyle knew Tigger would eventually wreak havoc in the council overnight, but he remained stubborn and was just constantly rushing to attack.

At this moment, White City is already brimming with smoke and battlefields everywhere, no longer behind the front line. Now is the beginning of the nightmare for the strong of eternity. Thousand Nights, Zhao Jundu and Song Zining have all made their way, this is the three walking gods of killing. From this moment on, no place on the battlefield has been safe and the moment of death has wandered around.

As the strongman of the Dark Army, he had no power to fight back in front of the three men, and meeting him was instant killing. When such a strong ethnic leader fought, it was supposed to be the truly strong in the army, at least those led by a deputy duke like Tigger. But now the top strong men on the side of Everlasting Night are standing on the flagship with no sign of any action.

Behind Doyle, several strong men were somewhat restless. They felt the front-line warrior's eyes burning like they were burning themselves. At a time like this, the strong would have stood up, but they stood still behind them.

Tigger's breathing was also a little heavy, and he had just seen a promising descendant snapped his neck at night. Such injuries may not be immediately fatal to a highly viable lineage, but they may also be fatal if not treated in a timely manner. The descendant moaned upside down, but above the battlefield, who can help him?

Doyle didn't see the battlefield, he looked up to the sky.

The sky was once again sending a stealthy roar, and a heavily armoured carrier broke through the clouds and slammed straight into the battlefield. These carriers, fearless of stray shell fire in the air, landed by force next to White City, throwing a team of heavily armored fighters into the battlefield.

Many of these carriers bear bullet wounds and have apparently experienced an intense war in outer space. Excellent performance and heavy armor, however, have allowed them to reach the battlefield successfully and have room to leave. Although there are also explosions during take-off and landing, they are far stronger than ordinary carriers, who would never have been close to the battlefield in wartime.

The cross of the bloodstained swords on the ship silenced Tigger and looked at Doyle, meaning complicated.

That's the unit directly under the council, actually appearing directly as a reinforcement. Is this untold Doyle having a special relationship in the council, or what are the big moves of the werewolves?

In case of doubt, the new reinforcements have rushed into White City!

These fighters were much stronger than the first troops and were much better equipped than the average perpetual elite, causing even more serious casualties to the White City Guards as soon as they appeared.

Two mercenaries are hiding behind the ruins and suddenly two swords are protruding in their chests! When they looked down at the wound and barely reached for the blade, the whole person had been provoked and thrown into the street.

Two heavily armored Dark Warriors stepped out, their right-handed sword, the left-handed Force Gun, came to the mercenary still struggling in pain, about to make up for it, suddenly saw a young man appearing in front of them, holding the sword, walking in.

On this battlefield, where blood meets fire, the young man is as accommodating as he is in his own home yard, and the flying stray bullets and shrapnel seem to be hiding from him far away. He took only one step, and in front of the two heavily armored fighters, the sword in his hand seemed to move and then turned away.

Heavy Armor fighters stood still, even thinking at this moment, and then their massive bodies fell down. Until the last moment of unconsciousness, they did not know where they were injured or even whether they were injured.

But they remembered this young man and remembered his name, Zhao Jundu.

Far from the roof, Thousand Nights saw this scene in the cross star of the scope, and Zhao Jundu's rear heart stopped for a moment.

Zhao Jundu has already felt something. He doesn't look back. He just waves his hand and counts as a gesture.

A thousand nights smile, the star moves, put in the brow of a blood jazz. The next moment, the head of the blood jazz suddenly exploded and the headless body was still stiff and refused to fall. And the goal of the thousand nights, long ago, was to replace it with a werewolf baron.

In another theatre, Song Zining stood on the second floor of a semi-collapsed building, surrounded by several dark fire officers, at his behest, preparing to rearrange the line of defense. At this moment, Song Zining's armor was covered with blood stains and dirt. Even his hair was burned in half. There was a visible wound on the back of his left hand.

Song Zining ordered, and the officers under him remembered desperately. Seven fewer simple adjustments to the line of defense often have an immediate effect. There were many attacks that I had thought I could not keep, so I ran into a bloodshed in front of the new line of defense and returned without success.

Speaking of which, Song Zining suddenly shut up and looked in the direction of Zhao Jundu. He sighed: “Is this it? ”

“Seven Majors, what's going on?” Underneath the officer was a fog.

Song Zining cheered up and said, “Nothing. However, the next battle will be harder than expected. Prepare yourselves desperately! ”

A strong officer shouted, “It's nothing to do with your brothers, but where is the reinforcement? ”

“Isn't that right there?” Song Zining refers to a carrier that is still emerging.

The officer shouted, "Isn't that the fleet of perennial bastards? ”

“Yes.” Song Zining was very calm.

When the officer thought about it, he came over and lost his voice: "Will our reinforcements not come? ”

Song Zining shook his head, “After a while, he will come. ”

The officer said, “What good is that?! By the time they get here, the brothers will be dead! ”

“There will still be some help. ”

The officers were relieved, and no one noticed that Song Zining's words did not refer to the army. At this point, a heavy artillery shell exploded near the small building and the nitrous smoke was not dispersed, and a group of heavily armored dark fighters broke out at the front street.

Officer Gao Zhuang's face now killed him. “If there are any reinforcements, I'll kill these guys first! ”

Song Zining grabbed him and raised the silver gun. "I'm coming too. ”

Officers are discolored and their faces are persistent. They understand that Song Zining is different from Qianni and Zhao Jundu. By the time he is going to fight and kill himself, it has reached the most critical moment.

It was not until the real battle that officers learned of the horrors of these heavily armored fighters. They seem to be familiar with the method of warfare, which is not common among the dark races, and are generally more powerful than the standard, so even if the force is not particularly high, there is a strong threat.