Monarch of Evernight

Within the Fortress at night, several large transport vessels are landing, transporting warriors on rotation as well as the necessary munitions.

The Duke of Dominica stood at the take-off and landing site and personally inspected the shipments. When he saw several specially marked refrigerators, he nodded satisfactorily, all of which were loaded with fine ingredients and good wine for the upper nobility of the fortress.

Only good food and wine now make Dominic feel that life in this fortress is a little more meaningful. He silently counted the days and said to himself: "Seven days, wait another seven days...”

He looked at the time, only a minute away from dinner, which made him feel a little better. He began to wonder what a surprise the chef would bring tonight.

In anticipation, he looked at the main fortress building.

He is only the director of this fortress, and Night Eyes is the supreme power holder of parliament in the new world. After striking Roloni back to the Marquis of Glory, no one dared challenge her authority, not even the Duke.

After all, after that incident, the Flame of Eternity did not react in the slightest, and the Demon King only assumed not to know. Perhaps in the future the demons will find a way to avenge their return, but at least now the demons still swallow this breath.

Just in Dominic's eyes, night vision is the life of a painstaking cultivator. She eats only very simple things every day, never touches alcohol, only drinks fresh water.

Dominic really doesn't get it sometimes. What does she need so much power for, so much power? Long lives, shouldn't they be filled with eating, drinking and having fun?

After a moment of God, Dominic walked to his own restaurant. The long table there must have been filled with carefully prepared food.

Just out of the takeoff and landing field, a Viscount came running, screaming, “My lord, something is wrong! ”

Dominic had a heavy face, "What's the need for such panic? ”

"“ You'll see, "said the Viscount. ”

Interrupting the dinner, Dominic followed the Viscount with a gloomy face. If he doesn't see the right reason, he's going to punish this unknown bastard.

Climbing up the lookout, the Viscount handed over a high-magnification telescope and pointed away. Dominic hummed, slapping the binoculars apart, gazing away, looking away.

At the end of the horizon, the orphan peak appears. It's just a lonely peak that I'm used to seeing, but there's a little bit more on it at this moment.

Dominica's face changed slightly and suddenly rose to orphan peaks. He had to see for himself if what he had just seen was true.

Between his eyes, he rushed back faster than he had gone. Before he could fall, he cried hysterically: "Assemble, assemble! Call out all the troops! Attack! Attack! Attack! ”

A moment later, a thrilling whistle sounded inside the base, a team of soldiers rushed out of their barracks, many of them still grabbing their armor and not having time to put it on. A Marquis Count traveled back and forth on a messy campus, mute his voice and look for his own troops.

The doors of the munitions warehouse slowly opened and piles of heavy shield axes were removed from them and distributed to werewolves and spider demons.

The scene was chaotic, and the munitions officer waved the registration documents and screamed in vain. Ruthless werewolves and spider demon heavily loaded warriors can't even count on registration. They brutally smash their Quartermaster Officers into each other, grab their proper equipment, and head to their assembly areas.

The fortress city building burst out of steam, and the door, weighing up to 100 tons, slowly slipped away under gear. A team of armed and reassembled fighters stepped out of the fortress and headed towards the distant orphan peak.

Several troops on operational duty opened their fortresses and the campus finally freed up space, so a rapid force was assembled, assembled and left the fortress.

When it was seen that the heavy armed forces, which were supposed to be resting, had also begun to assemble, Dominica suddenly remembered something and said: "Stand by for the rest of the troops. Send 30,000 warriors first. Tell the Duke of Downey of the Devil and the Duke of Spider-Man that they must arrive before midnight. ”

“Yes, Your Excellency.” The deputy distributes the order, which is somewhat strange in his heart, and does not understand why he has some contradictory orders.

If you want to pay attention to hostility, how can you send only 30,000 soldiers with more than 200,000 stationed in Fortress? But if you don't pay attention, why do you have to recall the two Dukes from the outside sub-base as if they were enemies? And the military intelligence is so important, so much movement, why didn't you report it to Lord Night Eyes?

The deputy wondered, at this moment the Marquis on the front line finally knew the answer.

They saw the flag flying in the wind on Lone Peak, as well as the enemy.

Just one person.

Several marquises stood stunned and gazed at the man under the flag. They know a thousand nights, they know his horrors. But what's the scene? This man, is he going to challenge the whole eternal world? Just him?

Are you crazy at night, or is the world crazy?

Several Marquises stood for a long time before believing that they were right. At that time, the troops were already behind them, surrounded by isolated peaks and awaiting orders to attack. But they waited a long time, but they did not wait for orders.

Everyone saw the flag at the top of the summit, the night script, every stroke like the sword blade of the world, stabbing them in the eye and hurting them.

Gradually, the troops began to riot, and a few impulsive fighters felt insulted and wanted to go into a state of violence, regardless of everything. Someone thought so, and so did I.

A Viscount of the Spider shouted up into the sky, transforming himself into a spider body, holding a heavy shield axe, almost climbing from a straight cliff to the top of the mountain and pounding into a thousand nights. Inspired by his roar, many Spider-Man warriors roared and rushed to the peak of solitude.

Immediately followed by the Werewolf Squad next to the Spider-Man Square, equally fierce and outrageous. For them, the walls do not differ much peacefully.

None of the blood clans, however, moved. The demonic population is small and mostly remote, and the battlefield is relatively backward.

Viscount Spiderdemon rushed to the front of the thousand nights, two pairs of limbs raised high, the battle axe pinched the thunderbolt, chopped off to the head of the thousand nights!

The thousand nights finally moved.

He got up and pulled out Dongyue, who was plugged beside him, stepped forward, held his sword with his hands, turned around with his sword, swept across the sword, then returned to his original position, and plugged Dongyue into the ground.

Viscount Spiderdemon's upper body suddenly flew from the top of a thousand nights. He still held the battle axe firmly. Drawn by the power of a heavy battle axe, his half truncated body flew far past the summit and fell from the other end.

On the other hand, the lower part of the body flushed from the side of the body of the thousand nights until it hit a few stone columns before stopping. The limbs were unconsciously swinging, and the blade-like front edge drew a lane of sparks on the ground without leaving many marks.

The death of Viscount Spider did not deter the already fierce Dark Warriors, who flocked, and the thousand nights finally lifted their eyes, pulled out Dongyue, rushed towards the soldiers and killed them into the army.

In the eyes of the Marquises watching the distant battle, every sword wave of a thousand nights is so clear, the rhythm is clear, and there is no extra movement. Back in their early childhood, they watched a swordsmanship instructor demonstrate top swordsmanship.

A marquis looked drunk and suddenly sighed over his head, "So... focus! ”

The Marquis looked up and discovered when Dominica had appeared and stood in the air, staring at the thousand nights on the summit.

Dominic's eyesight was different, and he reminded the Marquis that it was only then that they saw the difference.

Thousands of nights are calm and focused, every sword is incredibly serious, even in the face of the most ordinary little warriors, like the great enemies of life, without making a single mistake or blooming at all. He focuses on killing his enemies with one sword, as if he had a million armies in front of him, and he could kill them a little bit.

The moment of the millennium is like the most sophisticated and reliable machine ever built to harvest life.

Slowly, an unspeakable chill rose in the hearts of the Marquis, who suddenly failed to speak at all. They have a hunch that even if they go up there, a thousand nights is just a sword, and it's no different than killing an ordinary soldier.

A thousand nights without joy and sorrow is the worst.

This man, at this moment, is the god of war.

The Marquis looked to Dominica with the same expectation, at a time when only the Duke could block a sword for a thousand nights. Yet they saw Dominic's hands trembling slightly, and he felt nothing.

Dominic suddenly screamed, "Attack! Attack everyone! Whoever kills him, I give him a drop of blood! ”

The Marquises were stunned and the feeling of anxiety intensified. They glanced at each other and gave orders for an all-army offensive, but remained static by implication.

Normal Dark Warriors don't see so much behind the scenes, all they see is a thousand nights falling back into siege, struggling to kill. Inspired by the blood of the Duke, one forgets fear and life and death and kills to orphan peaks.

Dominic glanced at the few marquises who remained motionless in the rear, looking extremely harshly. And a few marquises just pretended not to see it, all as if they were nailed in place, motionless.

Dominic hummed and flashed, returning to the fortress.

One time at the fortress, he shouted, “Follow-up troops gathered! Battle in rotational order with three divisions per hour. Also, send someone to invite the two Dukes and make sure they arrive early. Say... say this is His Majesty's order! ”

The deputy was surprised. "Should I report this to His Majesty first? ”

Dominic stared at him, cold-blooded: “I think it's time for another deputy. ”

The deputy soul flies away, busy: “My lord is angry, I'll do it right away, I'll do it! ”

However, it was too late and Dominic pierced his blood nucleus with a sword. The Duke kicked the deputy's body open, grabbed a villain next to him, and cold-blooded: “From now on, you're my deputy. You follow orders. Do you understand me? ”

The new deputy nodded desperately, like flying away.

Dominic's face. That's better. But when he looked away and flew the flag, his face was full of gloom. He wants to know how many Dark Warriors the man can kill in Fortress.