Monarch of Evernight

Hubbs was cold, with no expression on his face, and a pair of sapphire eyes turned bloody sometime, like a long river of blood roaring.

He must have caught sight of the Imperial Emperor, a gesture that has become rude. The Demon Emperor is not angry, not even a little offended in his abyss eyes.

Habs finally dropped his gaze and lowered his head.

Clearly the surrounding space climbs to the pale gold, similar to the situation of the stars, and the finesse of the light always feels a little dim. That's because all fields are suppressed within the confines of the Black Sun, even if the Demon Emperor has been subdued. In the end, the color of the sunset is still expanding, strangely contaminating the stars with a layer of dizziness.

Domain “Dusk Country”!

Habs raised his right hand slowly, and the power of blood almost instantaneously rose to its peak, darkness flaming around his entire arm, condensing his famous weapon inch by inch, the "Gun of Eternity”.

Habs looked up at Lin Xitang, “Where's your ‘stranger'?” They have fought each other more than once, and both sides are familiar with their weapons.

However, Lin Xitang appeared in the palm of his hand not as a heavy long tube revolver, but as a spear gun. He pulled back one step, pointed his finger at the sky and set out a handset.

Seeing this shooting, Hubbs flickered and said, "The wages are running out? Is this Song Valve's marksmanship? ”

Lin Xitang said: "The world's martial arts are all the same way home. I just think that this formula is best suited for this moment. ”

Habs no longer asked, but his eyes had faded away all emotions and he was indifferent to the silence of death, except that the blood had swept wildly, as if it were a dragon about to shackle off. This is a sign that the power of his blood has fully risen to its peak.

Blood fluttered, whistling, and clouded into a bloody storm in the void.

Lin Xitang first shot out, the space seemed set for a moment, then like a prism, even people with guns split into more than a dozen shadows, paved the ground, and attacked Habs together.

Habs couldn't escape, shooting in the front.

However, half of the "Half Shadow Corridor" is not an illusion. Five or six memories of Hubbs Company between the turns of the eye, the deepest wound is also the most dangerous, and blood amber can be seen implicitly in the muscularis of the anterior thoracic dissection.

One of the hardest substances in the world, that blood amber, had a mark on it.

Habs' face hasn't changed a bit, and the guns in his hand pushed steadily forward, as if nothing could stop him.

The light of the pale gold slipped through the bloody storm, passing silently until it passed through Lin Xitang's body.

“Sleep of the Wushu God”! The crown of fire is famous for the endgame of the eternal world. Habs hasn't used it for years since he shot the Grand Duke of Everlasting Night, his own rank, in this fashion 20 years ago.

It is the highest tribute that the Everlasting Night Powerful can convey to the best of his enemies in the battle for the strongest blow.

The dusk kingdom's pale golden light instantly swept through every star, and the realm of "star exodus” began to collapse. Above the dark dome, the stars descend like snow powder.

The spots of starlight are fragmented and almost invisible, yet still slightly fragmented light can be captured at the corner of the eye. Just turning around and hiding in the horizon makes one wonder if it ever existed.

As if, someone whispered in his ear, "Lin Xitang, don't you remember?” The sigh of the Demon Emperor is like coming from far away, “this is the second time we've met. I shouldn't have let you leave alive so much as to create a passive situation for the rest of the night. ”

The dark day, which covered this void, suddenly faded, and the world regained its light. At the same time, the stars flourished, and this saw the stars fall like endless stars, filled with hair, collars, gun tips and wounds.

The demon emperor raised his head and the star plunged his perfect cheek, "Habs, I'll wait for you on the Holy Mountain.” The darkness once again obscured the figure and appearance of this dark sacred mountain, after which he disappeared from this void.

Lin Xitang held his gun and smiled. His eyes closed slowly.

A little light appeared at the tip of his gun, flying straight out of the sky and disappearing into the depths of the void.

Song Valve's Peak Fire Salary Transfer Gun only reappeared in Lin Xitang's hands. It's just a rumor of burning wages, and hopes are faint, but we don't know where we're going.

At the same time, the landslide shifted in a near-collapsed fashion.

The first was the sudden disappearance of the main fleet of manoeuvres in outer space, which once again fell into the hands of the Empire. Near-Earth air combat units, which were contributing troops on several important battlefields, withdrew, even accompanied by duke figures from the commander-in-chief's office.

The wartime imperial army was suddenly relieved, at least because of the boundaries of the black tide on the front, which was no longer endless.

Soon afterwards, the military forces began to receive the latest strategic information. Though it is not possible to turn the table immediately on paper alone, in the eyes of the commanders and generals of the roads, a new avenue has been drawn from the glued battlefield, as in the case of the clouds.

White City is the most peaceful place on the continent at this moment. Ever since Tigger's departure, there has never been a soldier outside the city.

Tigger gets more updates as soon as he gets back to the airport, and the clouds are all over his head. He was not sure what had changed, but the swordsman had not since emerged from the town, and the main fleet had been drawn to carry out an unknown task, giving him a bad feeling.

Wait for another hour or more, when he occasionally finds that the fleet that was drawn at night was leaving the landslide, he orders all the floats at the base near the left to take off, load everything that could be taken, and leave the landslide for the first time. What about the other forces on land is no longer within their consideration, or Tigger's.

As long as White City is still around, the rest of the perpetual forces on the land will not be able to reach the floating boat base. With the departure of the Everlasting Fleet, the Empire will soon have full airspace control, and returning home will be extremely difficult. Perhaps that's what I saw, so Tig left very resolutely. Whatever punishment you'll face when you get back, that's the last word.

Half a day of kung fu, the landslide battle turned upside down. The Empire also stalled with the Everlasting Night Army for some time at first, and suddenly the other side became defensive.

The Imperial Army is in a hurry to get some rest. It's not doubtful. Even if Lin Xiaoxiao is a little too fast, isn't it? It wasn't until one or two hot-blooded generals stormed into the perpetual night camp that the Dark Race was beginning to withdraw!

However, this journey home is not a good one.

The strong ones at the top of the everlasting night were silent, not knowing what they knew or were still completely ignorant. Just desperately pulling the team together and trying to get rid of the imperial army's tail chase. The direction of the evacuation was not those fortresses permanently on the surface, but rather the take-off and landing points of the floating boats.

As if the war had returned to its starting point, the Everlasting Night Party was about to abandon its landslide.

With the loss of that largest airport near White City, other floating boats have not had that much capacity at all, as do the types of ships, terrain, roads, etc. In many places, clans and tribes of all races have even begun to kill each other for positions on transport vessels.

But the real journey of death was in the void, with many carriers leaving the surface facing the siege and hunting of imperial warships. There are not enough battleship escorts at all, let alone outer space connections, in the eternal night. So the retreat turned into a massacre. Every fighter in the Imperial Guard Fleet has been releasing all of his days of recklessness.

The entire surface sky is burning, and there are warships burning and falling all the time. And the crash of every carrier could mean the death of hundreds of dark fighters.

Floating land has been abandoned by the great figures of eternity, and together with these remnants of the army, it is not known how many will eventually return home alive.

Though there are only a few hundred mutilators in White City, a thousand nights at the Duke's level is unshakable. While the entire landscape was burning, there were still no half-strong armies crashing into it.

White City had its first very peaceful half-day. Many people are not used to this tranquillity and jump when the wind blows grass. And more people are sitting, half awake, unable to really sleep. To them, living seems like a hallucination, and death is real.

In White City, there appear to be more bodies than ruins. Under many rubble rubble, several layers of bodies can be removed and stacked. The bodies of the Dark Race and the Ethnic Warriors are mixed together without distinction. Most of the people who are still alive are seriously injured, quietly enjoying the tranquillity and waiting for the next attack, which may come any minute. Only a handful of people feel the change in a thousand nights.

Sitting next to Zhao Jundu for a thousand nights, he sat all the time, wondering what was on his mind, or his heart was just blank.

Song Zining did not persuade him, but instead went back to sleep and threw everything aside. His breath fluctuated and he didn't know what he was going through in his sleep.

Sitting opposite the Thousand Nights, the white bumps remain motionless, like a statue. Her eyes were wrapped in white cloth, which revealed blood stains.

The coming Night Strong never showed up. This battle may be won, but by this time, no one has the strength to rejoice in victory.

Central White City, quieter. This is where Zhao Jundu sleeps, his breathing is still there, his heart is still beating, he is still in the original position, sitting against the wall, enjoying the rare sun, although it is now dusk, the sun almost disappears.

Neither Thousand Nights, White Bumps, nor Song Zining dared to disturb Zhao Jundu. Even though the fighting was over, they still didn't feel any joy.

They all felt that Zhao Jundu's breathing was slowing down and his heart beating was slowing. The process was slow and intolerably slow, with the illusion that the end point would never come.

In fact, the answer was already in everyone's heart. Zhao Jundu had already gone, leaving when he used his funeral heart to shoot the last shot. All signs of life at this moment are illusions. This is a phenomenon that occurs when both the prime and the cultivated reaches very high levels, and the residual force operates on its own in order to wait for a miracle.

But miracles, if they happen so easily, are no longer called miracles.

In the history of the Empire, there are a number of powerful people who have been repaired to astonishing places. Some strong people still talk about laughter after the war, and talk about visiting friends until a few days later. But whoever it is, however tall it is, will eventually escape the inevitable fate.

Although Zhao Jundu is highly talented, after all, he has not reached the level of a person without an ancient person or a future. How can he have such a miracle?

Occasionally, the nucleus of the blood, sitting quietly for a thousand nights, also pulses a little faster. He has been hesitating to give Zhao Jundu his first embrace.