Monarch of Evernight

Zhao Jundu put his funeral heart back in Thousand Nights hands and patted him on the shoulder. “Thousand Nights, when you grow up, remember to avenge me. We Zhao family don't have any foolishness. You should know what to resent. Well, now that I'm tired, I'm gonna take a break. ”

Say it. He walked towards a broken wall, sat down against the wall and closed his eyes. At this moment, the clouds of the sky suddenly swept away, and a ray of sunshine spilled over him like a golden waterfall. Zhao Jundu smiled at the corner of his mouth and closed his eyes as if enjoying the sun.

One step forward at a thousand nights, his feet didn't land and he retrieved them again. At this moment, Zhao Jundu's chest is still slightly undulating. Thousands of nights only scare him. This last moment of life will also follow the wind.

Song Zining and Bai Jiaozuo appeared quietly and stood silently. White bumps slightly flank his head, seemingly listening to Zhao Jundu's heartbeat and breathing. One mercenary and Zhao Valve's private armies came and went. The whole of White City, there were only a few hundred fighters left, one wounded, and nearly half of them had to help themselves before they could stand.

The peripheral Everlasting Warriors have long been deterred by the First World War, have broken away and fled. The majority of those still standing in their places are the Jazz Strong, and have also lost their souls, and have stopped attacking. They looked in the same direction as if they were sleeping in Zhao Jundu. Just a moment ago, this man was a nightmare for every one of them, and now that he's asleep, they feel like they can't lift the power to break the tranquility of the moment.

“Thousand nights…”

Thousand nights compared a silent gesture, indicating Song Zining to shut up, then pointed at Zhao Jundu. Song Zining sighed and stopped persuading each other. At this moment, Zhao Jundu is still breathing, his heart is still beating, but everyone knows that this is the night, destined to fade away.

Song Zining looked at himself, looked around again, smiled bitterly, and dropped the warp gun in his hand. But the barrel suddenly returned to Song Zining's hand. Song Zining was only discovered after a thousand nights of copying the war gun, and gave it back to him.

“This war is not over!” Thousands of nights, word for word.

The fleeing death of the dark strong who had just joined the war had been distracted, and that state of unwillingness was unlikely to return to the battlefield. But there is still a reserve army outside the city, as well as a deputy duke of the blood clan of the oppressed array. And with so many black sun high star swordholders here, there's bound to be a higher ranking congressional power behind.

“You have to...” Song Zining suddenly saw a black thick book in the hands of a thousand nights, rustic and far away, can not distinguish which era is the product, can only feel the age necessarily extremely long.

The Book of Darkness opens itself, and every shaped page burns to nothing. Every time a book page burns down, the massive amount of blood gathered in it is absorbed in full through the huge gems on the cover, gathered like columns and poured into the body for thousands of nights.

At night, a dark gold gas burst into the sky, and countless golden light particles in the blood were loaded and ambushed, like a dream.

With the appearance of blood, the atmosphere of the thousand nights began to climb, from deep and obscure, from swell to horror. Between the turns, the terror that belongs only to the Duke, such as the abyss, covers the entire battlefield.

Song Zining's face changed from confusion to shock. He lost his voice: “What are you doing?! It's out of balance, but it's gonna die! ”

Song's ancient volumes are fundamentally the balance between darkness and dawn. If either side is too strong, the balance will incline irreversibly and will continue to devour the other side until the body as a carrier cannot withstand a complete collapse.

But the night was calm, saying, "At least until then, I can get you out alive. ”

“Thousand nights! ”

He was interrupted at night, "There will be no reinforcements. ”

Song Zining was right. Even with reinforcements, they will continue to be sniped, and White City is out of danger. The number of Dark Race units encountered by the other Imperial Road Armies will not be easy, if not as much as the perpetual night's throw into White City.

At this moment, those who were still on the battlefield were deterred by a thousand nights, a chestnut, constantly retreating, and had to retreat for a long distance before turning around and running.

Tigger saw the rush, but also the heartbeat, and the strange behavior of those with strong titles was clearly deterred by the blood of thousands of nights.

However, when Daul was seriously wounded and the swordbearers were slaughtered, the morale of the Army had been defeated forever. The Lycan tribes in the coalition had almost escaped, and the rest of the bloodline faced the unprecedented blood surge of a thousand nights, with no strength to resist, even Tig himself instinctively felt the chestnut, let alone the front-line warriors.

“Damn it! What are the senior senators doing? Why aren't you here yet?” Tigger looked up to the sky and his eyes were all anxious.

Once swordholders show up, there must be real strong people sitting in the town behind them, and senior councillors are the minimum configuration. But the swordholder in front was almost killed by Zhao Jundu, and none of the top strong men who should have appeared were gone.

In fact, Tigger also knows that this game is broken if the war is fought like this. Whatever the final win or loss of the Floating Army, the loss of eternity is far greater than the gain. If Song Zining is allowed to go out again at this moment, no one can bear that responsibility.

Outer space continues to be the scene of fighting, hanging from time to time with the Imperial Fleet at night, and then integrating into each other, fighting once again for less than half a day. The only thing to be thankful for is that the perpetual reinforcement effort may have ended and there are hardly any more large convoy impact lines.

Not far from White City, near the border between Midwest and Midwest roads in a void, the atmosphere kills nervousness.

A large Imperial Fleet is waiting, and those familiar with the composition of the Imperial Fleet will know at a glance that the first PLAN fleet is almost here.

By this time, even one of the strongest fleets of the Imperial Guard was unhappy. And to pull the entire fleet from the war-torn void battlefield, you can imagine how much pressure the Imperial fleet is under in other airspace.

But the greatest pressure is still ahead.

An all-night fleet of top battleships, albeit small, is slowly showing the full picture.

Centered in a giant ship with a dark body and gorgeous and elegant engravings on the metal surface, the angle of collision reveals a bloodthirsty appearance. The entire upper deck, along with the command compartment, is crystalline blood red, and in the distance, the light of the Magic Array jumps like a flame of fire.

The appearance of this giant ship is strange to the Imperial Guard, but judging by its style and size, it is a Prince blood warship! Compared to this enormous thing, the Duke ship that accompanied us, left and right, and the high-speed battleship that followed us in the rear, are almost nothing.

The generals on the Imperial Flagship, shady as enemies, are waiting for that terrible shadow to spill over into the airspace. The clan crest on the giant ship also slowly crossed the line of sight, the crown of fire, one of the twelve ancient clans of the bloodline, the symbol of the Spikes.

This is the worst news ever, coming from the everlasting council giant, Blood Prince Habs!

The captain punched him on the tactical table and yelled at his deputy: "Send a high-speed boat! Spread the word that Habs is at war!” The deputy also knew the seriousness of the situation and rushed out immediately.

At this moment, the entire land and air are fighting, and the messengers sent cannot reach several strategic points, but the news must inform the rest of the fleet and ground forces, otherwise anyone who is unprepared to hit the Blood Prince will surely end up defeated by all armies.

And the captain knew he had no chance of winning, and all he could do next was see how much time he could stop the other party and how he could maximize some of the fighting power from the other fleet.

At a time when the atmosphere on the imperial flagship was extremely tense for pre-war deployments, the captain occasionally looked up and opened his eyes in surprise. A drop of sweat fell from his forehead into his eyes, and the captain rudely wiped one, blinking and looking out the hatch window again.

He's right!

Forward Forever Fleet is turning!

The same results were reported at the flagship observation post. Hubbs' ship is turning on the left side, the left and right Duke ships, and then one of them, turning around 120 degrees to start the journey, and then all the permanent night battleships adjust their queues and leave together.

It would have been the beat of a great battle in outer space, but it would have come to an end with such a daunting result.

On the giant ship, a blood duke looked heavily and said to Habs: "Your Highness, when we go this far, the swordbearer will not receive it. ”

With a glass of red wine in his hand, Hubbs stood in front of the starboard window, staring out into the deserted void, as if there were countless victories there, whispering: “I am leaving now, of course, with more important things to do. What, are you questioning me? ”

The Duke was slightly frightened and bowed down. “No! ”

In a moment of silence, Habs said, "There are always so many people, even the last remainder of their lives, that the sun shines brighter than it does at noon. ”

Habs turned his back on the people, and no one could see his face, and he didn't understand why his words started without end. Then no one came out to ask questions, even though they were all in each other's faces.

Standing in this room are the stronger than the marquis of the blood clans. Most of them heard Habs and Medanzo just had an unpleasant scene before they left, and it took King Reynolds to mediate. Nobody wants to hit the mouth of a bloody prince who is clearly in a bad mood.

Habs obviously didn't mean to explain either, he just immersed himself in his world, sighing low, “There's always so many people...”

The wine in his glass, the scarlet as blood, makes people feel a little stingy.

Quietly over White City, it actually gives people the feeling of dead chestnuts. In the city, one raid has been carried out in each of the three directions at a thousand nights, each time before the threat of terror has come to pass, the dark warriors in front of them have collapsed.

Will the next raid stop at the center of the battle of the Dark Army and return? Or will he go back?

Tigger suddenly realized that someone had to make a decision, to make that order, to take responsibility. Obviously, this role belongs to him now. Whether to take responsibility for defeat or die bravely, the choice is not so difficult.

He took a deep breath and said in a somewhat dull voice: "Order… the entire army to withdraw. ”

On his command, Tigger turned around, then turned around and finally took a look at White City. He knew that this retreat would never bring him back.

The Battle of White City is over.