Monarch of Evernight

A rubble had been burned in the fortress, a fire fuelled by military fuel, because of the addition of ingredients such as atomic force combustion, resulting in extremely high temperatures and the melting of many steel structures into a cluster of iron water.

The bodies of the dead on both sides of the war turned into a piece of black charcoal, and you have me, and I have you, and you are no longer divided into one another.

Night vision walked silently around the fortress, then settled in the center, cold tunnel: “Somebody explain to me what happened to this casualty? ”

The dark ones look at me, I look at you, I don't understand why the eyes are suddenly angry.

Only a few demonic strongmen in charge of front-line command have a slight change of face. The highest of these is the old duke, the bright rank is higher than the night eyes, but in front of her, is the unrelenting fear of chestnuts.

Night vision fell on him, "There are only a few demonic corpses here, but there are many of them. Especially the Earl of what...”

A blood marquis next to him hurried up to warn: "Count Cyril. ”

“Yes, Count Cyril. You know that he is the descendant of the King of Qing and send him to die. Are you intent on breaking the King's blood or provoking my authority? ”

The old duke's face changed slightly, "How can you care about such a thin bloodline when there are tens of thousands of descendants of the King of Qing? ”

“So you're provoking me?” Night-eyed sword eyebrows slightly flashed.

Before the old duke explained, his eyes turned cold, "I don't care what your orders are or what your selfishness is, I'll let you know now, and everyone else, that the dignity of the superior is not provocative! ”

The old duke's face changed dramatically. He saw the surrounding scenery quickly covered in dark gold. He didn't dare to fight back. Instead, he swept up and ran away!

In an endless world of dark, bloody gold, suddenly a round of dark sun emerges, slowly sinking into the sea of blood.

“Sunset: Binding! ”

The sunset in the bloodstained field accelerates suddenly and sinks into the bloody sea. The old duke in the sky, dragged by his invisible hands, was still dragged down from the sky and landed on the ground, despite his struggles.

“Moon: Chop! ”

In the field of night vision, a circle of lunar circles emerged. Four long knives emerged from the moon and swung down.

The old duke was surrounded by magic and gathered layers of armor, shields and all kinds of shields. However, in front of the four moonlight knives, all the protective gear was cut open, and finally the old duke screamed and all his limbs fell.

Night's Eyes stood backwards and said: "This is just a small lesson for you to learn what it will cost to provoke those in charge. Get some rest! ”

Several demonic strongmen rushed out, picked up the old duke and picked up his fallen limbs, such as flying away.

Before they left, they did not forget to pay their respectful respects to Night Eyes and were the highest etiquette on one knee. So that they dare to stand up and leave.

All those around them are holding their breath, dare not move a moment, the field of night vision is not yet collected, the round of dark gold moon in the air is self-cold radiating glow.

The other two dukes present, although stronger than the Demonic Old Duke, were also very limited. Just looking at the threat of the slash of the moon, they knew they couldn't stop a single note. Not to mention the fact that the night eye reaches out with four knives, there is still room.

Such a terrible area, don't say see, just never heard of it.

Night's eyes swept across the faces of the Dark Powerful. "Do you have any objections? ”

Everybody, who dares say nothing? It's all a rush to shake your head.

"From now on, all my orders must be executed thoroughly, without any discount," Night Eyes said. ”

The strong ones are even called.

Night vision slowly lifted up, flying high. The mighty keep up, but the height is deliberately kept low. The Duke's foresight is right in front of him, and no one dares to anger Night Eyes anymore.

The old duke broke his limbs. Although the limbs were not shattered and his own secrets could be restored when he returned, it would probably take decades to fully restore his strength. How many more decades can be squandered, even for the dark race that grows?

The old duke borrowed the front line to command, massively sent the blood elite to the place of death, and the Night Eyes disposed of him like this, so that if he scrapped the rest of his life, he could say that he did not give it to the Demon King at all. Between the two incidents, some disturbing smells have gradually been noticed with sensitivity.

It was only at this moment that the war with the people was raging that they were forced to fall under the water. But for how long, nobody knows.

Night's eye solidifies in the air and looks out over the distance.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the distance is just a blur, but in the sight of the truly powerful, you can see the vague outline of the Empire Fortress. That is the main base of the Empire and one of the ultimate goals of the Evening Parliament battle.

At this moment, no one knows what Night Eyes is thinking.

Imperial Ministry, the atmosphere is suddenly depressing and heavy enough to breathe. The officers who rushed in and out of the hallway, they all seemed a little panicked. The reports in their hands, whether casualties or supplies needed on the front line, are unprecedented.

Not long ago, when Song Zining's bleeding strategy officially began, many staff officers found it simply unbearable. But now, when the numbers go up a new step, they're numb. Only know how to execute orders mechanically and try to squeeze more potential out of the treasury as well as munitions stores everywhere.

Numerous gloomy news spreads across the world as quickly as it flies. When Thousand Nights returned from the New World and heard the latest news from Song Lun and Song Hui, he was stunned.

A long time later, Thousand Nights said: "According to the war newspaper, the commander of the Everlasting Night is Night Eyes? ”

“Yes, darkness… no, the foreman of eternal night is indeed she. ”

“Her?”

“She. A big blood figure, said to have had something to do with you...” Song Lun tried to be polite.

The thousand nights were silent, "What else did the war paper say? ”

“That was it. But the casualties are huge! Isn't that too harsh?” Song Hui couldn't resist.

"'What are you talking about?" said Song Lun. Now adults and she have nothing to do with it. If there is, it's a grown-up matter! ”

“Is there a casualty figure over there at night? ”

“This... I didn't notice. Wait a minute, I'm going to ask the people at the top of the peak, they'll know.” Song Rendao.

At this moment, the emerald sea fish dragons under the rule of the thousand nights are mixed, all races are present, and the city of Bibo has become a mixed metropolis.

With the official presence of the peaks, there has been a marked change in the power contrast between the people and the dark races, which is already at an absolute disadvantage.

However, the position of the native Lycan, who stood on the side of the nation for thousands of nights, was clear, and in the minds of the indigenous werewolf, he had an almost divine identity, thus maintaining a delicate balance among the communities, living in peace with each other and learning to respect each other.

Instead of calling themselves the Dark Races, the Dark Races are replaced by the Everlasting Races; the Dark Races have also removed all disdain for them.

The war in the Black Sun Valley never seemed to have anything to do with the Emerald Sea. If it did, it was that the city of Bibo was in the middle of two camps and served as a transit point for trade.

In this, the tendency of the Thousand Nights itself is evident, with important strategic goods being exported to the Empire, where large quantities of conventional goods are given to the Everlasting Nights and only supplied to the peaks.

However, the dark currents beneath the water, the private dealings of many imperial worlds and dark races, are unknown at night and cannot be banned. Nor is it unique to the land, where trade has never ceased, even on the lowest continent of everlasting night, at the forefront of the fighting between the two camps.

But now the war in the Black Days Valley has reached the end of the night and can no longer be avoided.

“My lord, what now?” Song Hui asked.

He waved his hands at night and slowed down: "Let me think, let's all go down. ”

Song Hui also wanted to talk and was pulled away by Song Lun.

Waiting outside the door, Song Lun Fang lowered his voice and blamed him: “My lord is in a bad mood, can't you see? ”

“But…”

“Nothing, but adults know more than we do. He'll decide. Let's go. ”

Standing alone in front of a window for a thousand nights, silent. At this moment, he really doesn't know how to make a trade-off, one for love and one for brothers, so how does that make him choose?

It was not long before he walked out of his room and came to a separate small building next to the Grand Duke.

This is where the peaks are represented, as are the tribal high levels accredited to the Emerald Sea. The werewolves recognized him for thousands of nights and rushed him into the office of the Chief Representative.

“Where is William?” Thousand Nights Ask.

“Lord William is now personally training the Forces nouvelles and should be in a training base outside the city," said the chief delegate, a marquis. ”

“Okay.” Nodded a thousand nights, his figure flashing, disappearing from where it was.

The werewolf marquis stood for half a day, which only reflected that the thousand nights had gone, and suddenly he was sweating cold.

A moment later, a thousand nights appeared above the training camp at the top of the peak.

The battalion is extremely large, right next to the original Forces nouvelles training base for thousands of nights. Depending on the size of the camp, 30,000 or 40,000 fighters can be trained here at once, while 20,000 are now trained on the campus.

The peak of the crowd was truly incredibly efficient in this matter, and their eagerness to train troops was evident.

Slightly revealing the scent of the thousand nights, a golden light soars beneath, and a giant wolf, lightly golden throughout, leaps gently into front of the thousand nights.

Measuring the hair of a giant wolf at night, the wolf still has a silver color underneath it, while the pointy tip turns pale gold, and with the action of a giant wolf, there will be a rolling wave of pale gold on the body.

Thousand Nights pointed to him and said, "You want to show me your new hair? ”

“How's it going, pretty? Very noble at first glance!” William was proud of himself.

At this moment, he was not in the mood to joke, "Let's get down to business. ”

“Well, you came to me all of a sudden. What's the matter? ”

Thousands of nights went straight to the local road: “I want the latest war paper of the Parliament forever and ever. ”

“There are many wars, you...”

“I want you to see. ”

William sighed, "We werewolves now have very limited access to war stories. I didn't want to tell you, but... now that you've spoken, let me show you. ”