Monarch of Evernight

“Everything is probability, there are always opportunities for error, but as long as we insist on making the most probable decision, the chances of making a mistake are smaller than the opponent's, and victory is on our side.” Anwen replied.

“If war can be determined by numbers, that's fine.” Witch Coldway.

“At least so far, my chances of winning are good. ”

“A weak commander like you is rare. ”

Anwen didn't mean it, "Strong and weak, put it in centuries or even millennia. One day, you'll see what numbers mean when you want to explore the depths of the void. ”

“The significance of the numbers is less than absolute strength. No, look over there. How did the spider demon get mixed up with the bloodline? ”

Anwen looked far away and saw that the Spider-Man army was indeed reunited with the clan forces and that the two sides were regrouping according to a certain pattern. Both sides acted skilfully and obviously had plans long ago, not temporarily.

“Let them go.” Anwen Dao.

At this moment, there was a sudden rumbling of fire on the horizon, and the demonic pioneer troops had entered the Imperial Fortress range, and the war had begun.

The figures for Antatsu Week have suddenly increased several times and countless formulas have rolled down, eventually turning into an order that reaches all branches of the demonic community.

A team of demonic fighters acted accordingly, cooperating with each other, weaving heavenly fire nets, pressing down the firepower of the Empire Fortress.

But the Imperial Fortress, though downwind, was extremely tenacious, and no matter how hard it was hit, the counterfire never stopped. As the demonic forces spread to both wings, more fortresses began to spray their tongues of fire, dampening the demonic offensive.

In the other direction, the night eyes solidify in the air, next to the basil.

This spider demon's pride in heaven is very respectful in front of his eyes. “The army has been integrated, look..."

“Attack.” Night vision is always very simple.

The spirit of the basil shook, waved forward a finger, and the horn rang long, and the mixed forces of the spider demon and blood were like rolling floods, rushing towards the Empire's stronghold.

There are several relatively large fortresses in the Empire's second line, which play a central role in supporting and covering the surrounding group of fortresses, as well as motorized regiments within the fortifications if necessary.

Inside one of the largest fortresses, Zhao Jundu was sitting quietly, closing his eyes to support God.

An officer came running and said, "My lord! Dark Ethnic Units have begun to bypass penetration. Do they want to launch mobile units to intercept them? ”

Zhao Jundu Xu Xu Zhangmei, "What's the panic? The real battle has not yet begun. ”

He got up and walked out of the room, rose up in the sky, reached the head of the fortress, looked at the troop movements of the dark races in the distance, and said: "Call me when they are strong. ”

“Yes, my lord. ”

Just a little while after Zhao Jundu left, he walked into his room with an empty figure, took a box of nuclear bullets from the armory, and placed another exactly the same magazine in its original position.

Fighting has broken out in full, hundreds of thousands of armies of the dark races are under control and fortifications on the second and even third lines soon fall into battle. No one noticed this little pendulum in the war.

As the Dark Race advanced comprehensively, the Empire's front-line fortresses began to be destroyed one after the other, and the garrison stationed inside the fortress was killed in a formed battle. To this extent, it is clear to both sides that no one will be able to accommodate prisoners.

Strong men on both sides, both on the ground and in the air, are engaged, and fighting erupts in every corner. There was an unusual whistle in the sky, and you chased me, and you swept through the sky, and from time to time, a brilliant sword or a fragment of a nuclear bomb would rise from the ground and attack the target in the air.

In front of the central fortress of the Empire, a black pillar of fire swept up, involving several counts, and a few white bones were thrown. Black fires are so dominant that, as soon as they swallow a roll, they melt all these mighty men into bones.

Hearing another long scream, Ballard rushed out of the black fire, turning him into a giant spider demon with dozens of black fires on his golden spider body, no trace of his legs, and only half a knife left in his hand.

When he came out of the black fire, he flew to the formation of the Squadron without going back. He was seriously injured. He couldn't even take care of the face of the Spider-Man clan and fled first.

In the distant air, the Lord of the Patriots suddenly appeared and then burst out a bite of blood, his face pale. He looked down and a bloodstain on his chest ribs was slowly soaking up, with black magic in the wound, firmly blocking the dawn force in his body and making the wound unhealing.

Lord Wei took a deep breath, his face was resolute, and when the sword struck, he had to fight again. In front of him, an intense demonic group rolled over, hiding the witch's figure behind him.

Behind the witch, a Duke of the Devil stood in the air, plundering for her.

The Duke of Wei glanced at the Duke of the devil and immediately focused all his attention on the witch. He just missed because he was worried about the Duke of the Devil. At this moment, he was badly wounded, but he was determined to fight death, and the light on his sword gradually caught sight.

However, the Witch's lock on the Lord of Guardians suddenly disappeared, and her eyes had fallen on the black flame columns in the distance.

A wave of magic flared, the witch disappeared from her place of origin, and appeared in front of the black flame column. "Zhao Jundu, the unfinished battle of the city of the day, let's end it today! ”

The blackflame suddenly rolled back, all of it into Zhao Jundu's body, he stood against his hand, and Lang said: “Fine! ”

The two great new generations of camp geniuses are about to start their unfinished war.

Then suddenly they heard a cold voice in their ears: "He is my opponent, you stand down. ”

“What did you say?!” The enchantment around the witch rolled over violently and was clearly extremely angry.

“I told you to back off.” Nocturnal glasses left her no face.

Why have witches ever suffered such humiliation? The massive demonic energy swelled and shrunk, like a rush to breathe. However, when her eyes turned cold, she held her breath and turned away. She did not return to her battlefield, but flew off the battlefield.

“Escape, write it down.” Night Eye told his men to come to Zhao Jundu.

Zhao Jundu added a blue-black force gun behind him, a long barrel, a long barrel, and an apparently original single-shot design to illustrate the ancient nature of the gun. And being able to be taken to the battlefield by Zhao Jundu at this moment is also remarkable enough to see this gun.

“Dark heaven? This gun suits you perfectly.” Night's eye recognized the origin of this blue and black rifle at a glance.

The Dark Dome is also one of several masterpieces that the Empire deliberately built back then. Although it is not as famous as the ten guns or the dragon fountain that was destroyed in Wuzu's hands, it is also only the second largest weapon. This gun is now in the hands of Zhao Jundu, and you can see the importance the Empire attaches to him.

The dark sky, while sharp, also has the obvious disadvantage of slowly shooting and losing a shot.

However, in the hands of Zhao Jundu, who possesses the magic of the Bizheng Dynasty, the disadvantage of the dark sky completely disappears. Instead, the advantages of great power and great range can be maximized. Combined with a special force bomb, the Dark Dome has the power of a near-famous gun, and under one shot, the Duke can also inflict a heavy wound.

Hearing Night Eyes, Zhao Jundu said: “It suits you too. ”

Night eyes smiled softly and said: "Try it. ”

“Where's your storm? ”

“It is only against the Heavenly King that we need it. ”

Zhao Jundu's pupils narrowed. “Fine, I'll take advantage of you. This gun, I'm not gonna do my best. If you can barely take it, go back first. Wait till tomorrow. We're passers-by. Let go of each other. ”

Night eyes nodded, "Okay. ”

She reached out and grabbed, the long knife dreaming was in her hand, waved her hand, sprinkled a piece of luminosity, instantly surrounded by thousands of square meters, almost covering several fortresses on the left.

The light falls, the dark gold floats, the illusory flowers bloom, and countless birds fly among the flowers. Between moments, the field of night vision covered the entire field.

This is a region where the powerful battle, many of whom have fought in a fierce battle, have perished from life to life, and the images of countless light and land departures have fluctuated.

However, as soon as the night vision realm emerged, all realms were completely extinguished with ashes and seas swaying and birds flying. Only Zhao Jundu's black flame is still there, but it is also compressed within 10 meters of the body, and compared to the hegemonic field of the Night Eyes Sprinkling in kilometers, it is just cold and sour.

Night Eyes should deal with the dark sky of Zhao Jundu with realms and dreams.

Zhao Jundu did not panic at all, although he seemed to be downwind in terms of field spelling. He picked up the dark sky and pushed the bomb into the chamber, aiming steadily at the throat of the night eye. Many powerful men on the side of the Empire have a glimpse.

This gun has the necessary hold, and maybe there's a real chance of turning it over.

Night vision stiffness, the distance between the two sides is no more than 100 meters, it is precisely the dark sky that can exert a powerful range, and such a short distance is extremely difficult to evade.

Zhao Jundu's pupils narrowed and the dark sky in his hand suddenly shook, a long force burst out of the chamber. Until then, the crisp gunfire spread far away.

Night-eyed hands instantly hallucinated into void, but dreams set an unspeakable trajectory of beauty in the sky, slashing into the force bomb.

Though almost no one can see the detached bullet, everyone has a hunch that dreaming of it is bound to split the bullet in two.

The Force bounced halfway, and the dreamy knife had fallen, illuminating not only it, but also the bottom of everyone's heart. Like one of the most beautiful dreams, suddenly awakened by this flash of light.

However, at this moment, the flash of glare on the force bomb was like a round of the sun rising, the flash of terror force, and the heart of all stopped beating!

Between moments, no matter which camp, there is only one voice in the heart of all the powerful: Heavenly King!