Monarch of Evernight

The doors emerged, and the situation and outcome varied from continent to continent. The everlasting night was well prepared, the first wave of the Legion of Animals was all easily eliminated, the situation of the Empire was much worse, the continent suffered heavy losses, the western continent suffered some sharp damage, while the lower everlasting night continent was a complete disaster, the beasts had spread and flowed deep into the continent.

Beasts have also appeared in the void, although the airspace is vast and temporarily has not had a significant impact.

As the Empire became aware of communication problems and began to intensify its patrols across the land, all of those ghostly hunters disappeared. Once communications had returned to normal levels and intelligence had been consolidated, the Empire had finally concluded that the fog zone was the ‘door’ to the new world.

The new world has arrived, in such a fangy way.

The second wave of alien beasts came out of the door just as intelligence was sent to all the great families and all the continents. This time, the number of different Legions of Veterinary Legions is more targeted and heavily armoured, which significantly enhances the strength of the Legion.

The second attack came so quickly, unexpectedly and unexpectedly.

On Qin Lu, under the auspices of Zhao Jundu and Song Zining, relying on the emergency repair of defense work, layered obstruction, after several days of war, finally killed all the beasts under the fortress city. Although casualties are present, they are negligible compared to the outcome of the war.

The situation in the western continent is good. In the presence of the common enemy, perpetual nights and empires temporarily let go of their grievances and defend the factional front. The everlasting side was clearly better prepared, with more troops mobilized and more fierce fire, and the two rare Dukes of the Weekday were on the line.

Although Zhao Weihuang sat in town himself, his strength was undoubtedly weaker than opposite him, and his military strength was insufficient, and he lacked a targeted arrangement.

Zhao Weihuang is also a general's talent. He has fought many glorious battles on the West Front and the Dark Race for many years. By contrast, he naturally understood that the forever night actually knew the falsity of the beast behind the 'door', so he mobilized heavy troops early to protect against the impact of the beast.

At this time, he understood that there was no solution, but on the one hand, he was desperate to redeploy his troops from Zhao Valve, and on the other hand, he would take down the entire army of Beifu, which had been transferred back to the Qin army order, to fill the gap of the elite warriors. Fortunately, the generals of the Northern Legion still cooperate, so Zhao Weihuang can build enough fighting power to block the impact of the beast tide.

As for Vietnam, the disaster had just passed, and without waiting for reinforcements from the Empire, a new army of beasts had arrived. It's good to be in a place where families gather together and concentrate their forces to maintain the line of defence. But a territory abandoned by all the families will have to live up to God's orders.

And the eternal night continent, already hot, is no more than another havoc, and no one, whether an empire or a dark race, has time to take care of that long-awaited continent.

Only Lu, is a completely different sight. Six hundred thousand armies piled up outside the door for thousands of nights, and the army lined up for dozens of miles, so to speak, across the mountains. The werewolves of the Emerald Sea, the mercenaries of the neutral lands, and the ethnic warriors of Lu Lu may be no more than regular legions by imperial standards, but all are the dead, fearless.

Animal frenzy, elsewhere regarded as the cause of death, but in the eyes of long-standing material shortages of werewolves, it is just a bunch of moving food. When the beast arrived, many werewolves could not control themselves. They rushed up screaming and ignored the orders of the officers. The casualties in the mixed wars will certainly be greater, but the wolves don't care about the casualties at all. One by one, they go back to the next, and they don't want to die.

As an outsider, even a thousand nights can hardly understand the obsession of the Emerald Seawolf with food. As one of the four great dark races, the endless growth of talented potential has to compress the developmental stage, sacrificing the space for future development and potential blood forces, a pain not only physically, but also deeply in the heart, in dignity and pride.

Even though the werewolves were desperate, the second wave of alien beast offense was much stronger than the first wave. They saw casualties rise in a straight line and could not be ignored at night.

In order to maximize the fight against the beast, Junior Junior was blatantly used at night!

Little Juggie exhaled in one breath, and even the strongest beast could not bear it, turning into a jedi within hundreds of meters. The fierce army of beasts, like a flood, was immediately interrupted.

Bringing Little Juggie back to her side at night, she slaughtered herself into the army of the Beasts. His field is completely a natural disaster for flying beasts, where all flying beasts land instantly and are plundered and harvested by living beings.

On several occasions, the face of the thousand nights became more and more ugly, and finally it could not bear to spit a bite of dark green rotten blood. With his sword, he turned his head around, surrounded by no standing enemies.

The exotic blood carries too much heterogeneous force, even the ancient Song scroll with a good appetite, which is considered a scum that needs to be discarded. Too much is a burden on the thousand nights.

At this moment, the beasts rushing out of the fog zone are no longer in battle, turning into a small group of pieces, which only slightly relieves the breath for a thousand nights. He looked at the battlefield, which was still being fought, and decided not to do it again. The fighters solved it on their own.

Tens of thousands of foreign beasts, which pose little threat to hundreds of thousands of armies, were cut clean a moment later.

Askar was covered in blood and rushed over, "My lord! This battle is so much fun, with all this meat, you won't have to worry about it for at least the next three years! ”

He looked at him for a thousand nights and reached out and patted him on his shoulder. “Why don't you heal yourself?" ”

At a glance, Askar found a huge wound on her shoulder, deeply visible. The beat of the thousand nights sent a ray of dark force to seal the wound, which stopped the bleeding.

Escar cares nothing about the tunnel: “For us werewolves, this little wound is nothing. I don't know how many times I've been hurt more than that. It's just a small mouth. ”

Call a doctor at night, ask her to medicate and strap the wound on the spot, and then ask, "How many casualties? ”

“Around 10,000, less than 20,000. Most of them were werewolves, with few casualties. ”

A thousand nights frowned slightly and sighed, "That's enough. ”

Fighting the army of more than 200,000 beasts is the only casualty, in fact, very little. Had it not been for the release of Juggie at a thousand nights, her own field would have been a mass killing instrument, and with a clear quantitative advantage, casualties would have at least doubled.

Instead of feeling heavy, Askar was filled with joy and said, "By this time in previous years, we werewolves had come to decide our destiny. The Emerald Sea is to pick up a section to be sent to the Great Corridor or to attack the people to the south. The Great Corridor is about to select a part to attack Zheng Guo. It doesn't matter if they can beat it down. What matters is that they must die, otherwise the rest of the people will not survive. There are fewer casualties than in previous years, not to mention the output! ”

The situation of the werewolves was known for thousands of nights, but at this moment, watching the werewolves embrace the beast and rehearse the words of Askar, the nights still feel heavy.

Unconsciously, a group of werewolf chief sacrifices gathered around the thousand nights, and suddenly they knelt down and recited a prayer that they could not understand. Slowly, more and more werewolves knelt down, turning their eyes, and if hundreds of thousands of werewolves lay on the ground in the great battlefield, praying with piety. The ethnic fighters stood alone and were somewhat overwhelmed.

Song Lun quietly squeezed next to Song Hui. "The werewolf is sincerely submissive! ”

“Is that what you're saying? ”

“You say grownups aren't really going to be dragged to the everlasting night? ”

“Bullshit! My lord is...” Song Hui suddenly shut up, she also remembered the identity of half the blood tribe of a thousand nights, and she couldn't help but worry.

Song Lun added: “I heard that the adult's wife was also of blood, and it caused a big wind back then. Alas! ”

Speaking of this, Song Hui's eyes lit up. "He killed one back and forth in the City of the Unfallen, just to save Night Eyes, think about it and be excited! Oh, I envy her! ”

At this moment of the thousand nights, there was also a little overwhelming, pulling this, lifting the other, but once the hands were released, the werewolf nobles would kneel down again. It seems that they will not be allowed to finish the ceremony, and they will never stop.

Thousands of nights have to stay where they are and continue to play their role as totem columns. The ritual of the werewolf is particularly long, and prayer words are made up of ancient languages that are completely incomprehensible at night. But after all this time, there's not much repetition, and it's hard for them.

The werewolves performed the ceremony in a sombre manner, and the ethnic warriors knew that they could not be disturbed, but could only stand and wait.

Thousands of nights are a bit boring, all of a sudden his body slightly shook, feeling that an unspeakable force fell on him. This power is invisible, it's not a force, it's not anything else, at least a thousand nights have never experienced it. Like an ice line, it slowly penetrates into the body for thousands of nights, swimming into the nucleus.

A thousand nights of shock, trying to stop it, can't do anything. Neither flesh, force, nor blood gas can block the ice line in the slightest, allowing it to swim into the nucleus and disappear.

The ice line disappeared for a moment, and the thousand nights were like chewing down an ice block and fighting a cold war on their own. A cold stream erupts from the nucleus of the blood and instantly spreads throughout the body, passing by with a bright and luminous feeling. Thousands of nights are like a glass window, thought to be clean, but wiped by a cold stream, it turns out that there is still a lot of dust on it.

It was an unspeakable experience, even beyond all pleasure, but unfortunately it was too short and the cold flowed in a flash.

When I woke up from immersion, a thousand nights suddenly discovered what had just happened. That mysterious power condensed his blood again!

Although it's just a little bit of a boost, it makes a lot of sense. Thousands of nights of blood has been purified and refined, has reached the ranks of the ancient blood family, and wants to make it even more difficult. But this mysterious power can be purified again on this basis, which means that the ceiling of a thousand nights has been raised slightly.

And this power purifies the body from the inside and out for a thousand nights, raising his blood essence slightly.

How could the world have that power?

Open your eyes for a thousand nights and see that the wolves have finished the ceremony and stood up. He suddenly realized that the mysterious force, I'm afraid, came from the ancient ritual of the werewolf.