Monarch of Evernight

As the Marquis of Glory, he was definitely a truly superior figure in the entire camp of eternal nights, and it was a little embarrassing to have eight or nine people to create trouble for the thousand nights. After all, Thousand Nights is now only the Deputy Duke, a short distance from the real Duke.

Yet the thousand nights did not brag. He is not afraid of siege, fearless group warfare characteristic of the wind long ago, the sky flashing combined with many powerful killing, is the nightmare of all those who have been fixed to be less than a thousand nights strong.

But Margot was just embarrassed, and he said, "My lord, don't worry, I'll be back. ”

Thousand Nights is a little unexpected, “Am I that good here? ”

“Nothing good at the moment, but you yourself are the biggest reason. ”

This Margot has a thick face, which makes Minghai a little less self-righteous.

A thousand nights later, a floating boat was ordered to send all the prisoners to the Empire, which then took them to Minami. Tens of thousands of prisoners of war, escorted only by hundreds of imperial soldiers from the sector. The real escort is actually Tatum.

Knowing that redemption was available upon arrival, all prisoners of war broke their undue minds and quietly embarked on a floating boat and left the Black Sun Valley.

Once the remaining troops had been integrated and a new batch of reinforcements and materiel had been received, they had left the secret base and proceeded towards the central area of the Black Days Valley.

With this replenishment, there are only 60,000 troops on hand at night. And the Dark Race hoarded hundreds of thousands of troops in the central region. With this strength, they actually went to hard touch, deeply disturbing old leaders such as Liu Chengyun.

Thousands of nights did not wait for Margot, but for a series of bitter battles.

Dark races continue to amass dominant forces to thwart the night. And this time, even a thousand nights into a struggle. The enemy will no longer confront the Thousand Nights with arrogance, like Largo.

Every time the Duke sits in town sieges thousands of nights with several marquises, they work with each other, leaving little dead end. Every thousand nights you need to continuously use a blank scintillation with powerful moves like the Eight Ways to hurt two or two Marquises.

During long wars, thousands of nights are also injured, especially in order to threaten the Duke, often in exchange for injuries. Once the war is unfavourable, the Duke retreats.

In the face of a duke who wanted to escape, there was nothing he could do. When Largor was wounded like that, he fled the same way. These dukes are now faced with greater caution, with minor injuries and retreats, giving no chance of a thousand nights of extinction.

The fear of death and nature of the growing species is undoubtedly manifested here.

Seven days and five fights defeated five interceptions in a row, and a thousand nights defeated five different dukes. His wounds are getting worse and his soldiers are decreasing. Although the Empire has done everything in its power to replenish its troops, it has not been able to compensate for the enormous casualties.

It's just that the casualties of the Dark Race are nearly four times those of the Empire. Such a proportion of war damage has been caught up in the night. Song Zining beat the Dark Race to bitterness.

This has been a brilliant performance. Seeing the war reports sent back from the front line, the Imperial Army bosses bite their teeth and send the troops, equipment and supplies collected everywhere to the bottomless hole in the Black Sun Valley.

Though the same victory, as Thousand Nights said, he did not win in the same way as Song Zining.

Song Zining counted every detail, the soldier was extremely delicate. After every dazzling operation, people suddenly discovered that another Dark Race unit had fallen into the trap. When Night Eye appeared, Song Zining could no longer rely on Sky Machinery to do whatever he wanted, only a little advantage could be gained through the way of fortress warfare.

And the way of the thousand nights is simple and straightforward, that is, the Chinese army goes straight ahead and slams the enemy master. He will restrain the overwhelming majority of the other strong, and the three gods will be able to release their hands and feet from the periphery, slaughter the special killings and sweep away the enemy Viscount rank of the strong.

Every thousand nights his strength does not prevail, but he always lasts until the end, as a result of injuries, it must be the dark race that falls.

Seeing more and more wounds on him, which are harder and harder to heal, the three gods will be chilly in their hearts. They somehow remembered Zhao Jundu. Zhao Jundu was also like a demon god, killing in and out of countless enemies, his Force fire also turned black from blue, and finally black as a nightmare.

Now the thousand nights, it seems like they saw the original Zhao Jundu.

Perhaps it was too many defeats, perhaps at this moment the Empire returned to the central region, finally welcoming 100,000 armies and a very special enemy. Even in the thousands of nights, even though he has lived and died countless times, this moment has finally gained weight.

Thousands of nights saw the storm.

Of the ten most famous guns, the storm is more famous than the Mansi Salva, which often leaves people's sights because of the lack of operators, but the storm has been in the hands of the Werewolf Peak.

Its unique four-square barrel is stunning, and its reputation has been enhanced by the power of night vision to resist Xuan Wang for some time.

I saw the storm, but I didn't see who I wanted to see. The gaze of the thousand nights fell on the man carrying the storm.

This is an extraordinarily handsome bloodline, very young in appearance, as if he had just grown up, with an almost perfect appearance, an extraordinarily tall nose beam showing his noble lineage, while a young appearance means that his power is at its peak and there is room for ascent.

From the bat's crest on the armor, it can be seen that he comes from the Movi clan and is most likely descended from the King of Qing. Otherwise, I'm afraid it's rare for Night Eyes to trust and take charge of the storm.

The night suddenly remembers a rumor heard in the Empire that Night Eyes is said to have been awakened by a mysterious big man of the ancient period. In that era, he was closely related to the King of Qing.

Somehow, looking at this young handsome, as if he were the blood duke of the young king, suddenly there was disgust from the bottom of his heart. This feeling came out of nowhere, it didn't make any sense, and I couldn't say why I hated him anyway.

The Thousand Night Troops slowly moved forward until they approached the outer edge of the Dark Race range before lifting their hands and stopping the troops and arraying them on the ground. He lifted himself up and flew all the way to the front of the Dark Army position before stopping. He saw 100,000 Dark Warriors with nothing.

“The storm is here. Where is she? ”

The Duke of Blood was arrogant: "Are you qualified to ask about His Majesty, too? To hear from His Majesty, beat me, Sanyon! ”

"What about the dreams?" she glanced up and down at Sanyon. ”

"You know a lot," said Sanyon. Dreams are one of the three holy instruments of Parliament, naturally held by His Majesty himself. ”

Thousand Nights faded: “Yes, you can't use that knife. In fact, this storm is hard for you to use. ”

Sanyon's fame, though not too long ago, has risen for decades, although he is quite young compared to other blood dukes and is actually a hundred years old.

Hearing the sarcasm of a thousand nights, he could no longer hold back his anger and drank: “I'm not fit for a storm, who is? ”

“Me.” Thousand Nights.

“On your own? …… ”

Sanyon was just about to laugh out loud and suddenly felt something wrong, stunned: “What did you just say? ”

Before his eyes, the shadow of a thousand nights suddenly blurred.

The void flashes! Sanyon just thought it was impossible, and the thousand nights had come before him!

Sanyon just wanted to shout out a thousand nights of madness, abandon his three colleagues and God will flash directly to his Chinese army later?! Can't you see how many strong men he has here, can't see the ranks of his duke, can't you see the storm behind him?!

So many questions flashed by, there was no time to go deeper. Thousands of nights, thunder sounded, one sword then cut Sanion in the head.

Sanion instantly held his sword in his hand, weaving it like a waterfall rain, stopping all the swords of the thousand nights. However, every time he took a sword, he felt a little weak, and when he got to the sixth sword, the seventh sword, he was already slightly shaking his hands.

Thousands of nights are like hiding an adult void beast beneath a slim appearance, raising hands and throwing feet with horror and power, making Sanyon mistakenly think he is facing a spider demon prince.

All of a sudden he remembers, the Eighth Sword!

“Help me!” Sanyon couldn't stand the look on his face any longer and shouted.

There are more than a dozen marquises in the ranks of the Chinese Army, of whom there are four marquises of glory. The strong at this level have been able to participate in the battle between Thousand Nights and Sanion.

They only knew their commander well enough to start out worrying about Sanyon's face and didn't dare to help him until he didn't say anything. Thousand nights were too fast and too heavy, and the eighth sword came to life and death.

The sight of a thousand nights suddenly changed, became faint, obscure and unpredictable, even the scenery around him began to distort, Sanion and the powerful with eyes knew that the power of the thousand nights at this moment had risen to another realm, and was already distorting space without a trick. How horrible would it be if such a horrible force erupted?

Sanyon suddenly doesn't want to take the eighth sword. He now fully understands how the wounds on Largo came about. He also felt that Largo was too worthless, and now he sees how difficult it would be to escape the day of birth under the eighth sword that destroyed the heavens and the earth.

At this point, all the Marquis of Glory see that the key is that the eighth sword must not be issued at a thousand nights. They attacked the Thousand Nights body with all their strength. In the flash of light, all kinds of Force Bullets and swords came to the surface and attacked the Thousand Nights together.

A thousand nights flashed and disappeared in place, leaving all attacks empty. Sanyon suddenly turned around and saw the thousand nights behind him. The eighth sword was ready!

Dongyue finally fell, instantly Sanyon was 100 meters away, and he had the ability to escape, but not as tough as the void flashed.

But when he appeared in the distance, he realized that the sword of the thousand nights had changed direction halfway and was not coming towards him at all. In Dongyue, a spider demon marquis screamed and his vast spider body was divided into two parts. His pivot can be seen at the incision, and even the spider demon will surely die.

Sanyon, who had just escaped from his birthday, was lucky enough to slaughter important subordinates in front of himself, and a blood nucleus filled with shame.