Monarch of Evernight

Those heavy armored forever and night fighters, with excellent texture and no fear of ordinary gunpowder weapons and shrapnel, can only be smashed with force bombs, leaving no room for coincidence. But even high-ranking officers have a limited number of nuclear bombs at their disposal.

Taken together, the actual strength of these heavily armored fighters is staggering, and a group of 10 people can compete against the Empire War. Neither the individual nor the battlefield forces are under the elite regiment of Imperial Red Scorpions, Wing Removal Angels, etc.

No wonder Zhao Jundu and Song Zining have to fight in person. Thousands of nights of sniper guns to hunt down the mighty, it's not a big drain.

Those who are truly strong in the Everlasting Night Legion have not yet moved and have not yet made a real effort.

But after Thousand Nights, Zhao Jundu and Song Zining themselves fought hard next time, the war losses of the Knesset regiment began to rise in a straight line.

Tigger couldn't bear to say again, “Lord Doyle, this is an army under the council. I'm afraid it won't be easy to explain when you get back. ”

"Don't worry about me, Lord Tigger," said Daul. ”

“Okay.” Come on, Tig won't say much more.

Doyle stood quietly and watched the killing in White City. This looks like an hour.

Even the werewolves and blood clans famous for their physical strength could not bear the constant fighting for an entire hour. I really don't know how those ethnic mercenaries and Zhao Valve fighters persisted.

Doyle suddenly asked, "How many more are there? ”

“As far as I can see, there are only a thousand ordinary fighters in the city," said a werewolf elder. ”

Doyle nodded slowly, “Well, then, the so-called Empire Gemini, the force consumption should be enormous. Rest, half-day later, and continue the offensive. ”

Doyle didn't wait long before the second convoy started to whistle. He immediately reversed his previous half-day break and mixed the troops with the newly arrived reinforcements to attack White City again. And this time, for the first time, Doyle dispatched a strong Earl fighter, who was crushed by a werewolf marquis.

And he and Tigger moved the command forward, just over a thousand meters from White City. At this distance, the theoretical range edge of the high-grade sniper gun has been approached. Snipers can pose a threat only if they dive short distances.

The offensive began again, less than an hour before the withdrawal of the Eternal Night army.

The fighting has reached its height since its inception, with the participation of a large number of vibrant troops and powerful elements, making the attack even more intense. Between the turns, several attacking forces rushed to the city centre, staggering each other and beginning the cruellest and bloodiest alley warfare.

Many villains and counts, against ordinary mercenaries, are massacres. This time, they immediately forced Zhao Jundu and Song Zining to intercept, while Thousand Nights wandered around the battlefield, constantly targeting the powerful.

The Marquis of the Werewolf, who was in charge of suppressing the array, couldn't hold the fire, whistled and pounced directly at Zhao Jundu. Zhao Jundu's color remained unchanged, swords against enemies. The long sword in his hand revealed a blue glow, leaving a splash of colour in the sky.

The sword used by Zhao Jundu was flat. It was simple and simple to cut and wipe, but the Marquis of the Werewolf could not hide, and his body sprinkled with blood flowers.

As a marquis, the werewolves were extremely fierce, as electricity struck them, overwhelming the mountains. Most of the ruins of White City now remain connected to the foundations, all hard rocks, but as soon as they are swept by his claws, they will immediately explode into stone powder, digging three feet after World War I.

Werewolves are known for their speed, and close-knit physical combat is more ethnically talented. Even powerful spider demons, close combat is often not an opponent of the same level of werewolves, and their skills are always weak.

But Zhao Jundu only moved forward and backward within a few meters of the square, easily avoiding the Werewolf Marquis' stormy attack.

Sometimes he only avoids the most powerful part of the Werewolf Marquis attack. Yu waves on his body. When he sees the purple flash, he removes most of his power, leaving only a few scratches on Zhao Jundu's armor. But as long as Zhao Jundu chooses to engage part of the offense, he will have a wound on the Lycan Marquis.

These wounds or deep or shallow, the high-ranking armor on the Marquis of the Werewolf could not stop Zhao Jundu's sword, not to mention the fur, only the defense of the dark force can prevent the sword from going deeper.

Though the two exchanged dozens of round-trips, the time was actually just a matter of interest, with more than a dozen large and small wounds on the Werewolf Marquis. Each of these injuries breaks the guard, but it's not serious, and the pain makes it furious and the punch is more fierce.

The battle between the Werewolf Marquis and Zhao Jundu, the ordinary title-strong could not get involved. Several Viscounts consciously stood outside to prevent the raids of the ethnic strong. Only one Count bullied himself and looked at the delays in the inner circle in search of opportunities.

Zhao Jundu, who had been steady and steady, suddenly broke off his drink. Four purple gas columns broke apart. Eight sides of town!

All the powerful people in the realm were stagnant, the Werewolf Marquis who had been madly attacking suddenly shocked, Zhao Jundu suddenly retreated, the sword in his hand was brilliant and bright and blind!

Then the Count of the Werewolf, looking for a chance in the inner circle, suddenly screamed long and long, and one arm flew into the sky! He made a leap and instantly fled dozens of meters away.

All the Viscounts of the Werewolves are looking at the long line of blood in the air, the blood that the Count spilled as he fled. What kind of wound does it take to spit so much blood?

Unconsciously slowing down, the Count of the Werewolf bowed his head and found a wound in his heart as well. It was an ordinary sword wound, but he fled as hard as he could, his heart had exploded and his small wound had exploded into a bowl size.

But he doesn't even know when the sword is in his chest.

Zhao Jundu didn't even look at the Count of the Werewolf and smiled at the Marquis: “Again. ”

At this moment, he had taken the field and turned into the young man who, apart from his good looks, seemed to have few outstanding advantages.

Yet the Marquis of the Werewolves had been defeated by war. The two men were in a fierce battle, and the Marquis was about to enter a violent state, but Zhao Jundu killed an Earl in front of him, as easy as probing for something. Until the Eight Parties sealed the town, the Marquis understood that Zhao Jundu had never done all he could.

But Doyle and Tigger watched the battle not far away, and the pride in the ancient veins of the werewolves rekindled his will. Instead, he did not retreat, a low howl and pounced on Zhao Jundu.

Zhao Jundu's hand flashed with a long sword light, and the Werewolf Marquis had another wound on his arm.

It is obvious that if he continues to fight this way, the Marquis will sooner or later be crushed to death by Zhao Jundu, and he will not be able to consume much of his power.

Until then, Tigger opened his mouth and said slowly, "Lord Doyle, if you don't do it again, I'm afraid your powerful men will have to stay here. ”

Doyle opened his eyes and said, “After looking at it for so long, it's time to count what they're capable of. Then let Lord Tig take care of Song Zining. How about that? ”

Tigger grinned, "That's it! ”

The voice was still there, Tig's figure flashed constantly, and in a blink of an eye, he reached the center of White City. The weather of the Vice Duke was unleashed as much as possible. His sword was like electricity in his hand, and he plugged it into Zhao Jundu's head!

Doyle took a step forward, but his strength was over Tigger, arriving almost simultaneously with him in White City, standing high and looking cold at Song Zining below.

Song Zining's body was full of spirits. He raised his head slowly and the silver gun in his hand made an arc, forcing the surrounding enemies away and clearing the battlefield.

Doyle hasn't done it yet, Tigger on the other side has been the end of the realm, and within a few dozen meters of his body is filled with blood fog, the blood fog condenses into several blurred figures, and together we pour out towards Zhao Jundu. Looks like Tigger tried to rob Doyle before he killed or seriously injured Zhao Jundu, in this way Liwei.

Doyle was a gentle, even somewhat indifferent man, not concerned about the fighting on Tigger's side, just looking at Song Zining, a long handle giant axe in his hand.

At the same time, Doyle took off his long jacket in the style of a tuxedo, which contained a fencing suit and tied a Force pistol to the outside of his thigh, looking only at the fist-thick barrel and knowing that it would never be set up.

“You are brilliant and honorable opponents. Unfortunately, I can't see the day you grew up. ”

Song Zining moved in his heart and asked: "So White City is a trap? ”

Doyle whispered, “I'm sure it's sharp. Your people will count us, and so will we. It wasn't a trap, but when you're here, it's a trap. ”

Song Zining asked: "Are you getting news from the Empire? ”

“Didn't you always have one? ”

Intelligence warfare is part of the war, whether intentional or not, intentional, some leaked information, some deceitful. Together with prophets and astronauts on both sides of Everlasting Night and the Empire watching and correcting the big picture, no commander dares to rely solely on intelligence to control the big picture unless there is something else inside.

Song Zining slowly said: “Yes, there has always been, but there are not many people who know this news. Besides, even if you got it, how dare you believe it? ”

Doyle smiled. "You're about to guess the truth. But unfortunately, it's too late. ”

"'It's not too late to know,' said Song Zining. As you said, it wasn't a trap, but when we got here, you turned it into a trap. As long as we survive, this trap is no longer a trap. ”

“Will Parliament pay such a great price to let you leave alive? ”

“How do I know if I haven't tried before? It's like before you got here, you probably didn't think we'd stick together until now, did you? ”

"Those two arrogant idiots don't have to talk about them," said Doyle. Now it's how you're going to get past me. ”

“Still that sentence, how do you know before you've tried it?” Song Zining is not at all as calm as facing a life or death crisis.

Doyle frowned, seemed slightly confused, and did not understand where Song Zining's confidence came from.

Then he was cold, took off his short gun, pointed at Song Zining, and said: "My patience is over. Now, I think it's better to kill you first. As for the questions I would like to ask, there will be opportunities to find answers later. ”

Song Zining handgun, pointed oblique finger sky. The gun was one-tenths, and he immediately felt the weight of a standstill. This is the most defensive version of a Peak Fire payroll gun. This formula claims to be unlikely to find a first line of life. This is the first time Song Zining has been able to exhaust his salary since the shooting of Dacheng.

Doyle frowned again, and he had already felt the extraordinary noise. At this point, Song Zining suddenly got a little blurred at the edge of his body. At first, Doyle thought he was mistaken, but that's impossible!

He concentrated his breath, but was stunned to find that Song Zining's body was really a little blurred, as if it were a fog, and had a feeling that he didn't really see it.

Don't say there is no fog on the battlefield at this moment, even if the smoke rolls, Doyle can see clearly. There is only one explanation for Song Zining's blurred figure at this moment.

"Domain?" said Doyle. ”

“Taste the three thousand drifting leaves driven by the prosperity of the world. ”

Failure to see Song Zining's true body also means that it is difficult to lock him up. Though in Doyle's eyes, Song Zining is only a little vague, that means there is a slight chance of missed or no hit. Originally a must kill, there is a slight possibility of a breakdown.

Even more vibrating to Dorne's heart, Song Zi Ning Ming Ming Xiu was so much worse than him, he would actually make himself unable to fully see through this area, this talent, is terrible.

Doyle's gaze is getting cold, and he's really started killing machines. He never underestimated the young people of his ethnic group, but only at this moment was he fully aware of Song Zining's potential. In the past, Zhao Jundu and Qianni were too famous to allow Song Zining's light to be concealed. If he were to grow up, there would be another giant man in the future.

The battle was imminent. Instead, Doyle did not have the usual violent state of half a werewolf. The divine color became more calm and quiet. Behind him there appeared thousands of mountain peaks, one of which was particularly striking.

This is the symbol of the summit!