Monarch of Evernight

The gunboat burned towards the fortress. This is an armoured ground-to-ground gunboat in a neutral location, but it won't stop the main cannon from hitting the fortress. Half the boat disappeared, even if it was just a scrub.

Fortress cannons spin empty after a single blow, never firing again. As the fleet spread out, the battle cruiser began to name the fortress turret individually. Each gunboat also fired desperately, pressing back fire on the ground.

The werewolves probably never thought that one day they would face a fierce air raid, much less powerful against the air than the ground, many turrets had limited angle of lifting, chasing the gunboat bombing was still a little threatening, but they couldn't even touch the side of the tour, and were temporarily fired all over the place, and the wolves were overwhelmed.

Inside the main turret, a thousand nights have revolved around its enormous cannon body, cleaning up the superficial werewolf warriors. But most of this cannon body is buried inside the pedestal, which is actually a huge fortress.

The entrance to the inside of the pedestal was found at night, and the iron door had been closed and locked from the inside. Of course, it was difficult not to defeat him. He grabbed the handle at night, pulled it hard, and the iron door shouted loudly. It had deformed, and the door handle was ripped off.

Thousands of nights reached out and grabbed the deformation gap, again hard, a scolding, huge power surged out, instantly pulled tons of iron doors off the wall, revealing the back deep passage.

A light screen lights up around the thousand nights and moves into the channel.

Just after a corner, several ambushed werewolves suddenly stood up, and the guns in their hands fired desperately, setting fire for thousands of nights.

At such a close distance, so many force bullets accumulated a little more power than a single cannon, yet dozens of force bullets struck the light screen for a while and did not blow up the Force Shield for thousands of nights.

These are the jazz of the werewolves, who, at one stroke, have passed through their center for a thousand nights, going deeper into the passage. Several jazz werewolves covered their throats and fell down slowly, not even seeing how the thousand nights did it.

Walking along the corridor for thousands of nights, when you encounter a room, you enter searching, and in the blink of an eye you find footprints all over the power room, the mechanical room, the ammunition depot and the artillery barracks. By the time he could never find another enemy, the pedestal was silent.

At the bottom of the pedestal, you walk into a hall at night, and the curtain door on one side opens to the square inside the fortress. Through the open doors, you can see the fire in the fortress, the dark warriors running around in panic, dropping a shell from time to time from the sky, lifting several dark warriors up into the sky.

Walk negatively at night, walking freely in a fortress, like a stroll in your own home yard. He was no longer interested in fighting between such ordinary fighters, but only rescued them when he saw a mercenary in distress.

The current war situation is overwhelming, with a large number of dark fighters, two generations less equipped than the mercenaries in the full Imperial Elite Army suite. Many of the Dark Warriors, on the other hand, died from artillery fire from the air, apparently without training specifically to respond to air strikes, most of the evasive actions were ineffective and even accelerated, while a small number of the strong responded completely to air strikes.

Thousands of nights are not purposeless wanderings, and wherever the smell of the strong is felt, he goes in which direction. Between the turns, a Viscount and three Barons have died under his command.

But the number of Dark Warriors is huge, and there are stray bombs everywhere, and even Thousand Nights Force Shields fluctuate from time to time, let alone ordinary warriors.

Another dark and powerful man fell in front of a thousand nights. At the last strike, he was unarmed and did not release the realm, but felt the other side's momentum had dropped for a moment and the recession was not normal. Moving in the midst of a thousand nights and releasing the pressure without reservation, the horror of belonging to the Marquis of Glory instantly covered half the fortress.

Countless Dark Warriors, regardless of race or class, clearly perceive the chestnut from deep within the bloodstream, a fear derived from the Dark Source, an innate instinct of every Dark Race.

Between the turns, the resistance of half the fortress disappeared, and almost all the Dark Warriors' intentions collapsed instantly. They dropped their weapons and fled.

This feeling is really good, it stands steady for thousands of nights, tastes like destroying and decaying, suddenly the back of the brain feels like a needle stick.

He turned around like lightning and saw a force entity bouncing silently and silently, pointing his eyebrows straight!

At this moment, a thousand nights saw the warhead's incredibly complex and sophisticated structure, as well as the dark grey with a dot of dark spots. It's a massive black titanium bomb, and it's a killer for the strong.

The Force Bullet first hit the Force Shield at a thousand nights, instantly making the whole shield shine! However, it is like shooting into a thick liquid, compressing the Force Shield constantly, without penetrating it.

At this point, the warhead suddenly cracked open and three thin cicada winged shells popped up. The shell, like a knife, instantly breaks through the Force Shield, while spitting out the elongated core that was buried in the center through the shield, continuing to shoot into the heart of the thousand nights brow.

This is armor-piercing bullet, specializing in force shields and similar defenses, amazing from design to workmanship, pricey, and only a really smart sniper can handle it.

When a warhead is reflected in the eyes of a thousand nights, the trajectory of the armor piercing bullet deflects, dangerously rubbing over his cheek. The warhead has been grabbed by a thousand nights of random sightings.

The warhead was extremely sharp and heavy. It was grabbed by hand for thousands of nights. The palms were pierced a little and a drop of blood beads seeped out. With the toxicity of black titanium, it is usually cut out and this hand is scrapped. But a thousand nights of dark gold and blood, on top of black titanium in terms of grade, how can you be afraid of this? As soon as the blood turns, a drop of grey blood seeps through the wound, it will be fine.

Dropping the warhead at will for thousands of nights, he shook his head. The pressure he had just released was the smell of the ancient blood. This sniper actually used black titanium bullets against him. I don't know if the accident had turned his head or if there were any other types of sniper rounds in his hand. But if you want to come to the werewolf, you can take out no more mysterious silver bullets, and no more human sun bullets.

There is a bit of interest in this sniper, and this is the first slightly more decent opponent since he broke into the fortress.

He looked up in the direction of the sniper bomb, in real view, the faint dark force trajectory had not completely dissipated, and the shadow flash had disappeared in place.

A flashing, thousand nights out, hundreds of meters high, overlooking the neighborhood below. The sniper bomb just came from this area. Unless the sniper fires a single shot, sees or sees an immediate shift of position, the person should still be nearby and not far away.

Snipers who reach this level tend to feel extremely confident about themselves, and many will want to witness the outcome. As long as this person has the same weakness, seeing the horrible power of a thousand nights of hand-to-hand ammunition, I'm afraid it will all fall apart. With this kind of kung fu, that man can't escape the coverage of the thousand nights now.

The neighborhood below is chaotic, with dark ethnic fighters running around in crowds. Just a short distance away, two mercenary squads were covering each other and were sweeping the premises of a building. Each tactical action demonstrates a high level of team combat proficiency. In large battlefields, such teams are often capable of out-of-the-box results, even if their individual battle power is average.

Mercenaries began to join the ground war, exacerbating chaos. Coupled with the atmosphere of the strong at a thousand nights, no one on the dark side stood up against them. Almost all the Dark Warriors were deprived of their will and only wanted to flee. Few seriously resisted.

With blue eyes all over the night, the whole neighborhood is in sight, and the shadows of every Dark Warrior are constantly changing, twisting, and then disappearing. The weak distortion exerted by the eyes of control is like a spider web falling on the body, which is simply not felt by ordinary people, but instinctively resisted by the truly powerful.

The gaze of a thousand nights suddenly fell on a dark warrior. His appearance and demeanor seemed no different, pushing each other with ordinary fighters and fleeing towards another block.

The thousand nights fell from the sky and fell behind him, patting him on the shoulder, saying, "The camouflage is very bright, just doing so, isn't there a loss of identity? ”

The Dark Warrior turned around, his face panicked, even his eyes filled with horror. He pulled out a knife and stabbed it in the abdomen for a thousand nights. This knife is as weak as a Level 3 fighter.

However, in a thousand eyes, there was a very faint dark force floating on the left side of the warrior, with unpredictable trajectories. If a thousand nights have little doubt about his judgment and a little neglect, the power of drift becomes his chance to escape.

“It's useless.” Suddenly the hand of the thousand nights intensified, an irresistible and hard pressure pressed, suddenly softening the soldier's knees and pounding on his knees.

At the moment of heavy pressure, he finally revealed his finesse and burst into great resistance. After all, however, this man was only the Count Gard rank, where he could resist the beating of a thousand nights, or was smashed to the ground.

His face struggled and he laughed bitterly. "Now that you've found him, do it. I have not tarnished the honor of my tribe by dying under the honorable Marquis of the Blood Gate. ”

“You can think of that, that's good.” He nodded a thousand nights, raised his right hand, ready to clap his hands and put an end to his life.

Such a sniper of the Earl of Gard rank is too dangerous, and the Marquis of Common Strength, if careless, could be secretly killed, leaving him without permission.

“Wait!” The sniper finally showed true fear in his eyes.

The hand of the thousand nights hovered over his head, fading away: “What do you have to say? What, are you still planning on surrendering? ”

The sniper grinned, “My lord, why do you lead the troops of the people when we are nobles of eternal night? Even so, in Lu, the war between us for dark honor, if captured, basically leaves the other side with the choice to surrender or pay ransom. Even in the upper continent, as long as it is not blood revenge, it is almost the same rule. Never, not even a word like you, did it directly. ”

Thousands of nights laughed, “I'm not your nobleman forever. Look clearly!”

Speaking, the fingers of the thousand nights lit up a little fierce light, and the morning dawn lit on the face of the Count of the Werewolves, which actually had the effect of burning.

“Dawn Force!” The sniper looked shocked.