Monarch of Evernight

A moment later, the battle was over. In order not to cause too many werewolf casualties, the sword was also taken into battle at night, and the most clumsy way was to kill the beast one sword at a time.

When the werewolves have cleaned the battlefield, they enter the forest for thousands of nights, lighting the fire of the dawn's enlightened Force, once again sparking a wave of beasts.

The number of beasts is much smaller, with only 3,400 or 4,000 heads and little strength. This time it doesn't take a thousand nights to do it, Askar harvests it clean with the werewolves.

Thousands of nights went into the forest twice more, and it really didn't lead to anything, so that's it.

This does not mean that the entire area has been cleaned up, and there are obviously beasts lurking in the forest, but they also know fear and are hiding in refusal to come out. Knowing fear is a good thing, an animal who knows fear will not rush to challenge the army armed to his teeth at night.

Since the beasts can't come out, they don't want to try hard to activate them in order to get rid of them. In the new world, the most important thing is to master the rules, not the killings that have little merit. He started walking in the woods, exploring the secrets of the forest. The three holy trees are naturally the first place to go.

Many of the exotic eggs that had been piled under the Holy Tree disappeared for several days, leaving only a few extra thin ones soaking in the pool water. The liquid level of the sap pond beneath the tree is quite low, and the rocky island in the pond is enlarged accordingly. The island's stone chairs are left with only one base and a few stalagmites sporadically erected.

The night opens a real horizon and sees those missing scouts buried in the trunk of the Holy Tree.

Nothing prevented him from jumping under a holy tree this time. Dongyue waved and cut open the trunk of the holy tree. The holy tree trembled and cried like an infant, forming a creep under the cracked mouth, then 'vomited’ out a human body, and the sap turned thick, sealing the crack like glue.

It was a human warrior, naked, pale skin, with many small holes, all of which were imprinted by the branches of the Holy Tree. After he landed, he looked horrible, struggled to climb up and wanted to go back to the Holy Tree, but his limbs were weak and he could only struggle to creep in place.

Kneel down at night, lift his face, and watch carefully. The warrior had hollow eyes, cloudy eyes, long gone focal lengths, and his eyes should have lost their effect. With a strange smile on his face, he remained the same, with no physical manifestation of struggle and anxiety.

In the heart of a thousand nights, there is already an answer.

The warrior's body is still alive, but his will has vanished, just a walking corpse. Then the rest of the warriors in the trunk of the Holy Tree, I'm sure.

Rise for a thousand nights because the bad news was silent for a while and then knocked on the trunk of the Holy Tree with Dongyue. The holy tree trembled again, and the bark opened a crack by itself, spitting out the bodies of the people and werewolf warriors inside. Not just this one, but the other two holy trees are exactly the same, spitting out the warriors in the trunk.

As you can see, all three holy trees are intelligent and quite advanced.

The bodies of all the warriors were moved to the forest's outer space at night, waving a flame of power. In the flames of the dawn, these warriors, who had become walkers, were turned to ashes, ending their lives in battle.

And after all this, I went back to the three holy trees, and I said, "Do you understand me? ”

The holy tree stretches out a branch, pointing to the small island at the heart of the lake.

Jump to the island at night and watch carefully. The part of the island that is not underwater is all the rootstock around the holy tree. Looks like the island is made of secretions from the roots of the Holy Tree. The lower part of it is stone, but the protruding shoots have a metallic shine, which appears to be rocky and metallic only at the shoots. This is part of a six-armed biological habit used as a weapon.

The preciousness of stalagmites is thus more than imagined, at least because of the way in which they are produced, which determines that yields will be extremely limited. Thousands of nights decided that it was important to recover all the shots thrown by the six-armed creature of the day.

In the middle of the island is the wreckage of a stone chair, and upon touching the base of the stone chair, there is a wonderful feeling at night that seems to touch three implicit minds. They are vague and fragile and can only convey basic emotions, such as fear, beyond which no more information can be received at night.

These three souls are clearly the will of the Holy Tree, except that the stone chair, which serves as a carrier of communication, has been blown apart by gunfire for thousands of nights, unable to communicate further. But if the stone chair was not broken that night, the rest would face a much stronger legion of beasts, and most would not force six-armed creatures to fight with their hosts. If it's been hiding in the forest, there's no way to take it at night.

From the material, stone chairs are ordinary rocks, nothing special. As for how it can be a vehicle for communication, what is the principle, a thousand nights without knowing. The day he shot the stone chair was just an instinct for years of fighting to settle down, just guessing that it might be important for six-armed creatures.

Every rock on the lake's core island is the secretion of the roots of the Holy Tree and deserves special value. Likewise, the sap lakes where the three holy trees converge are enough to send 100,000 more people into the new world at night. As for other minerals and materials, it is not possible to explore and analyse them at this time.

Leaving the center of the city for thousands of nights, it continued to deepen, and shortly after, deep in the forest, holes were found all over the ground and the underground had become hives. The tunnels are large and small, allowing people to bend forward, and large enough to pass through a heavy-duty truck. Within the tunnel, there are many branches, all similar to the hive. Each area has a different chamber size, while the same area is identical.

So this is the Beast's lair!

Compared to the valley outside the door, the nest is three-dimensional, extraordinarily huge, and is a maze underground. But even on such a scale, wanting to accommodate hundreds of thousands of beasts is a congestion anomaly.

Leaping into one of the biggest passages of the night, prepare to explore the depths of the nest.

Channel tilts downward, with steep slopes in some places and relatively moderate in others. After a moment of walking along the passageway, a branch passageway began to appear on both sides, entering the branch passageway, and seeing the upper, lower, left and right are each a nesting room.

A room was randomly chosen for thousands of nights, and the walls were all made of rock, but carefully distinguished from ordinary rock.

There are several rootstocks on the floor of the room, nothing else. There is no common bone faeces in the beast cave, and no scaly feathers. These beasts look like they don't need to eat or drink laser.

A piece of rootstock was cut off by hand at night, the rootstock was hollow, and a lump of fresh water-like sap erupted at the break. As soon as the tree saw the air, it turned thick and sealed the break.

A rock is cut off from the wall at night, with obvious layers at the incision. The rock is only a few centimetres of the surface and gradually becomes dirt inside. A few more pieces were cut at night, and the rocks were also found to be uneven in thickness. He took a few samples, put them in Andorian space, went back into the tunnel and continued to explore deeper.

Exploring outside with perception is one thing, really entering this maze of underground kingdom, another feeling.

The nest is designed with great rationality, with little waste, and the channel distribution maximizes efficiency, which is, of course, a master pen.

Looking back a thousand nights, he could see the sunlight hidden at the corner of the channel, and he walked the path all the way through his heart, but he didn't find the design for light transmission. Thousands of nights don't pay much attention to these details of the nest, just write them down and continue to explore deeper.

He will remember that day when the six-armed creatures were chasing themselves, there was an ancient will awakening deep in the forest. Whatever it is, none of this vast and ancient existence is anything to piss off.

Now the beast leans out of the nest, the nest is empty, is the best time to explore, even if it really encounters that ancient existence, the thousand nights grasp the escape.

The deeper you go, the clearer your judgment will be in the mind of a thousand nights.

This nest is so rigorously designed that it is not a common gathering place at all, but a military camp designed specifically for optimization. Further down, a special passage suddenly appeared in front of the thousand nights. The other passages are stone, but it is this passageway that is wood and the entangled roots form the passageway wall.

Thousand nights without hesitation, walked in. His dawn begins with a bright fire, but a star of every tree.

The interior of the tunnel is a room, the front room is mostly empty, but the back room is filled with exotic eggs. Every beast egg is embedded in walls, floors, and even ceilings. Each egg is attached to a beard, which seems to be used to deliver nutrients.

This layer should be the incubation room. Thousands of nights went deeper, but the next floor of the room made him a little confused. Each room has a large space with a neatly arranged stone table with rows of concave pits, which look like the place where the exotic eggs are placed, but are obviously a circle smaller than the normal exotic eggs he has seen.

Every room here is empty, nothing, and I don't see any use for it. But there's a whole floor of this room in the nest, and it can't be said to be useless.

Thousand Nights temporarily put the doubt aside and move on to the next level. When he got here, he suddenly raised his guard and noticeably felt a great will awakening.

Thousand nights Dongyue held his hand and slowly moved forward. When he stepped on the ground again, he suddenly opened his eyes and a huge underground space appeared.

It is huge and magnificent and can be described as a giant palace. Below is an underground lake full of sap. In the middle of the lake, there is a huge swarm of spherical objects that are loaded and floating.

It is all gray and white with dark gray lines on the surface and is fluctuating regularly. Standing in front of this gigantic sphere at least 50 meters in diameter, the thousand nights are like an ant.

When a thousand nights came to the edge of the lake, a consciousness touched the mind of a thousand nights, sending a message with a distinct sense of inquiry.

Thousand Nights, however, cannot interpret this message, which clearly does not belong to any language already known to them, nor does it have the ability to communicate directly with them. Unlike six-armed organisms, they can cross speech barriers and communicate directly with the Thousand Nights with consciousness.

Perhaps a thousand nights without a response, the grey giant ball sent another interrogation. Thousands of nights remain unanswered and do not know how to answer. After a few moments, the gray giant ball made its third interrogation.

As such, it sends out interrogations about every minute, each with exactly the same content.

Alert gradually eased in the mind of the thousand nights, and there are signs that this gray giant ball, though huge and ancient, has little intelligence, much less the ability to attack actively, and some are just passive response mechanisms, such as a machine that needs to be operated manually.