Monarch of Evernight

This is green, hungry, floating, if there is none. That breath has an unspeakable sense of clarity and seems not to belong to this popular thing.

It seemed like fire, not like fire, it was like such a blurred green light, floating in Zhao Jundu's brow heart.

When the black flame fades, it leaves such a little blue flame.

Green fire seems to have nothing yet, there is no contest with the world, and the fierce hegemony of black flame seems to be at two extremes. However, that faint appearance, once noticed, has a tremendous presence, and the blue fire is obviously higher than the fierce evil of the black fire.

Night eyes frowned slightly, "I can't believe you still have Phoenix Nirvana, bathing fire is reborn, it's the first day of the Empire. ”

However, her voice turned cold, "But that's not enough! ”

She threw the storm backwards like throwing away a useless thing, not a world-famous gun that all the strong were fighting for. Then the dreams were in my hands, and a dagger lit up and the world was amazed!

The long knife penetrated Zhao's chest and penetrated from behind. No one in this room can see how this knife came out.

“Stop.” A voice comes from outside the clouds, and it's bland and majestic. Many of the top Dark Powers are not new to this voice and have even met it many times in nightmares.

That was the voice of King Zhang Boqian of Qingyang.

Without warning, Zhang Baoqian appeared from the void and pressed his hands into the night eyes.

“Want him? Then give it back to you.” Night eyes laughed coldly and a long knife struck. Zhao Jundu on the tip of the knife had been thrown out.

Zhang Baoqian did not continue to fight. The compressed palm changed to grasp. Zhao Jundu was caught in the hand and turned around and left.

In that instant, the dreams reappeared and the watery knife broke through the time, chopping on Zhang Baoqian's back. In the moment, some people seem to hear Zhang Baoqian hum, but if they do, nobody dares to be sure.

The space opened up like a water wave, and Zhang Boqian disappeared from it with Zhao Jundu, as if he had never appeared.

Night-eye closed the knife, exhaled and opened his voice, “This knife ends the old days of karma! ”

After a long time of silence on the battlefield, the Dark Army suddenly burst into a tsunami-like cheer, spinning without command, the Army automatically, countless Dark Warriors in a state of ferocity rushed out of the battlefield and pounced on the Empire Fortress.

The name Zhang Baoqian, such as a giant rock, has been depressed by countless dark races over the years. Since his rise, many of the long-established Duke princely strongmen have defeated him, followed by the Great Kings who have fallen into the wind in the confrontation, leading to rumours that some of them have even fought and avoided battle.

Despite all factors, Zhang Baoqian had no intention of falling in love, but in any case, he was chopped by the eyes of the night, while Zhao Jundu was defeated without suspicion. Over the years, the myth of Zhao's peers ended.

To this day, every Dark Warrior has gained morale, and even many young men with high spirits do not hesitate to enter a state of ferocity, no longer disregarding life or death, vowing to take down the Empire Fortress in front of them as a sign of loyalty to the eyes of the night.

The black tide overwhelmed the Empire Fortress.

Imperial fortress guard morale had long been low to the bottom of the valley, and Commander Zhao Jundu was taken away by King Qingyang, so quickly broke up, and only a small number of soldiers fled back to the central fortress.

Many of the soldiers in the Dark Army have been sexually defeated, and even though the commanders in the field wanted to pull the formation together, they could not heed orders to chase the collapsed troops of the Empire retreating to the central fortress. Then another fierce offensive and defensive battle broke out under the fortress.

The fierce Dark Warriors, unaware of fear and suffering, burst up against the bullets and blades of the Imperial Warriors, almost rushing to the city with their last survival and inertia, then grabbing a target and tearing it apart, all together.

Waves and waves of Dark Warriors followed, and their madness allowed the longest veterans of the Empire to pass through the sand. Many fighters rely on mechanical action and the will of numbness to hold onto their posts and tear up the impending dark race until they are torn apart.

A dark tide slammed hard on the central fortress of the Empire, and the otherwise solid walls began to twist and transform under constant impulses. Countless bodies filled the trenches and obstacles in front of the fortress. More Dark Warriors stepped on their companion's body and rushed to the head of the fortress, turning it into a corpse.

From the outset, the war went straight into the whiteheat, and the attack came from all sides, with no rules, no rhythm, but bloody enough and fierce enough.

This is what Song Zining wanted before, but not what he really wanted.

The morale of the Dark Race is too high and the chips are too high. When the four tribes set aside their grievances and differences, united in the glow of the flowers on the other side of the night eyes, and unified their actions, the strength displayed far surpassed that of the Empire, and even a new generation of military gods like Song Zining could not breathe.

It's a big bet, but he's got too little chips. It's also a chess game, except that the pieces are not equal.

Night vision is a costless tactic, and the only soft rib Song Zining has been hit by.

Three days later, the Empire's central fortress was broken.

Song Zining successfully escaped the pursuit of the Dark Army by leading the Residual Army out of the Fortress and striking a series of brilliant turns, blockades and ambushes. But the Empire is also bankrupt, pointing to the strategic objectives of the core region of the Black Days Valley. In terms of the underlying purpose of the war, the Empire has lost, but not completely lost hope.

Song Zining did not return to the Qin Lu Gate, but relied on the supplies of the Imperial Organization, constantly guerring in the Black Sun Valley, trying to harass or pull out the strongholds of the Dark Race. But today the situation is different from when the Empire first entered the Black Sun Valley.

The Dark Races are no longer divided and mutually dismantled, but at least under the eyes of the night, they become a piece of iron. In this way, the Six Communities work together, their original strengths are strengthened, their former shortcuts cease to exist, and their fighting power is increased by more than one and a half stars.

On the other hand, Song Zining did not return to the past ten thousand miles. She was also a night eye. Her very existence made Song Zining's astronomical technique obsolete for the most part. Song Zining must be cautious, step by step as a battalion, encounter the right time to attack, and it is no longer difficult to present the original heavenly and ghostly soldier.

The simultaneous loss of the dual advantages of fortress and mobile warfare naturally bankrupted Song Zining's strategy of consuming warfare. Even one-to-two war losses are actually unaffordable to the Empire, let alone a lower war loss ratio. So Song Zining must be cautious, he can't lose, and the Empire can't lose.

After sweeping the Empire Fortress herd, Night Eyes changed its strategy again. Instead of paying much attention to the Imperial troops wandering around the Black Sun Valley, Song Zining began to build the Fortress herd with great vigour. The main forces could not be held steady and did not give Song Zining any chance.

In the meantime, the Everlasting Night Parliament has not been idle, and every day there is a huge convoy of transport between the gates of the New World on all continents and the Black Sun Valley. The Empire used all the dark lines and only knew that the Yongnight Parliament had transported a large number of low-ranking fighters to the Black Sun Valley.

It is odd that these low-level fighters, who normally have difficulty adapting to the harsh conditions of the Black Sun Valley, are sent in large numbers to the Black Sun Valley. In the valley of darkness, they will have a life expectancy of only about half a month, and then they will die in batches. Will the Everlasting Night Council just let them stay in the Black Sun Valley for a week or two and then move back?

So volatile, so ineffective and so costly. The loss of the transport fleet alone is astronomical, not to mention the limited output of holy tree sap, which cannot be wasted on these junior fighters.

There are indications that the Everlasting Night Parliament must have a big plan and that it is related to the crater in the heart of the Black Day Valley. But if the Imperial Army still floats on the edge of the Black Sun Valley like it is now, I'm afraid it will never know what the Evening Council is planning, let alone stop it.

Song Zi Ning was worried. He kept fighting the Dark Race day after day. After many successive small victories, it was difficult to change the big picture.

Night vision hoards mainly in the fortress and traffic must rush, like a mountain.

Though there are many newspapers, Song Zining is also losing weight.

Within the Empire, nonrhetorical voices are gradually gaining ground and the military forces are under pressure, and the frequency of questioning the progress of the fighting is gradually increasing. Everyone began to become anxious, and common sense made it clear that what the Yong-night Six Tribes did together, once accomplished, must be astonishing.

On this day, Song Zining knew that he could not go back. Finally, he made up his mind to re-engage in astronomical techniques and calculate the false movement of night vision.

Together, he saw the familiar dark golden eyes deep in the void. At this moment, between heaven and earth, at the end of the void, there are only those eyes!

Song Zi preferred to hum, calculated that there was no wind and spontaneous combustion, instantly turned into ashes. On the other hand, he fell silently and was unaware of the matter.

Suddenly, the Imperial Army generals were surprised. After waiting a day to see Song Zining get better, they had to send him back to the Empire for treatment.

Song Zining is already a unique treasure for the Empire.

At a time when the battle situation of the Empire was in jeopardy, there was still no substitute for Song Zining. Even the large ceremonies held by the astronauts in the "Cabinet” could not produce some results, proving once again Song Zining's strength.

Although no one openly discusses it, many privately believe that the Empire has lost a Lin Xitang. If Song Zining is lost again, it will only shake the foundation of the national transportation.

As soon as Song Zining went, his eyes suddenly leaned out into the nest. The main force split into several independent units and began to look for the empire's main force to fight. Within a few days, the Imperial Army lost many battles, and the commander changed from one to the next without building a tree.

Many people know at this moment how difficult it is for Song Zining to lead the army with those small victories. He is a worthy master of tactics, even if he does not rely on celestial magic.

The Dark Army occupies an absolute advantage in its strength, leaning out and sweeping back and forth in the Dark Valley, putting forth a rush to kill. The Imperial Army, on the other hand, had been defeated, retreating and almost expelled from the Black Sun Valley.

An imperial marshal in command was caught in a state of anxiety, making a minor mistake, and three consecutive supply convoys were destroyed by night vision.

For a while, the troops of the Empire in the new world have lost their supplies and are in despair.

In the Imperial Court, the daily issue is how long can it last, and whether or not to withdraw troops from the Black Sun Valley as soon as possible.

The Empire is no longer a commander-in-chief. But the battle between Daqin and the Dark Camp is all-round. If the new world fails, the local pressure will increase. Dark ethnic probes that used to adopt a contraction strategy across the street are frequent. At this time, if you draw townspeople from the war zone on the mainland, you will be afraid of losing the mainland.

However, the new world cannot be left alone. Now in the Black Sun Valley, there are tens of thousands of troops in the Empire, all of them elite in hundreds of battles, all of whom die in heartache.

Faced with this situation, Hao only asked: "You all say that the Empire will be happy in my hands. Is this Zhongxing? Where is my Zhongxing minister?! ”

No one can answer that.