Monarch of Evernight

In the eyes of a thousand nights, there are no races, young or old, some are just people, enemies.

He did not know how many wounds he had sustained or how much blood had been shed, and the pain had long ceased to exist, some only numbness. And his heart is like the ice sea, dead and calm, searching for the most rational and efficient way to harvest life.

In front of him, a beautiful bloodline girl appeared, adding a little light to the battlefield. It just turns dark, and I don't even remember if I fought back at night, how it turned out. Some of his hearts at this moment are just the next enemy.

All of a sudden he snapped, his voice was not loud, he listened in the ears of a thousand nights, but as thunder woke him up. He looked back and saw a werewolf warrior waving a battle axe, chopping on the flagpole of the flag.

A thousand nights of sudden rage!

But before he could do it, a werewolf count pulled the warrior apart, pointing at him for a thousand nights, roaring wildly at him.

Thousand Nights is a little hard to understand, it's a werewolf tribal language, can only guess from a few sporadic words, and the gestures of the Count of the Werewolves, roughly meaning to kill themselves, so that they can properly chop the flag.

The werewolf warrior looked ashamed and went wild. He jumped over and blinked and turned into a corpse.

This little interlude awakened Thousand Nights' somewhat dull will. He glanced around and suddenly stuck Dongyue in front of the ground, spinning countless blood lines erupted, sweeping the whole field!

Just too many Dark Warriors, even if the survival plunder emptied a small half of the peak, still filled with forward and backward movement.

Only this time came the warriors were stunned, spinning into despair.

Da-da-da-da!

The constant gunfire rang on the lonely peak, and the Everlasting Warriors fell like harvested crops in pieces. Normal warriors and countess marquises are no exception.

All the Forever Night Powers are discolored. It's a storm!

This time, the everlasting warrior surfaced to the top of the peak, finally not as fast as the storm harvested, and began to break gear. If it was a battle before, then a storm would be a unilateral massacre.

The Duke of Dominica's face changed and he did not understand why the storm sounded so persistent. Thousand Nights is just a man, he doesn't supplement famous guns with comrades.

The Duke finally moved forward, approaching the battlefield, only to see the storm at the end of the thousand nights, the gunpoint flaming, never stopped. Over his head, floating a black ancient book, the pages of this moment flicker, blood like a waterfall, injected into the body of a thousand nights, turned into the rage of a storm, sweeping away everything.

The Duke made several consecutive attempts, but finally did not dare to face the storm and rush into the battlefield.

I glanced at him for a thousand nights and turned my eyes elsewhere. Dominic was hot on his face, knowing that he was no different from ordinary warriors in the eyes of a thousand nights. No, not even ordinary fighters, at least they dare show up in front of a thousand nights.

The storm's overwhelming power finally destroyed the fighting will of the Eternal Night Force, and for the first time in three days and three nights, there were no more enemies beside it.

Drop the storm for a thousand nights, lift the tilted flagpole and plug it back into the ground.

Suddenly a strong wind blows open the heavy flag, flying like the beginning!

Around the orphan peak, dark ethnic bodies are everywhere, almost piling up a slope beneath the peak. For three days and three nights, the souls of more than 100,000 eternal night warriors lit fireworks and lit the only flag of the king.

Everyone knows that the king of the flag may fall at any time, but no one knows when he will fall. Maybe the next moment, maybe forever.

A perpetual night warrior went to his successors, not to defeat a thousand nights, but to kill the man without damaging his reputation and reputation in the history books. They simply want to prove that the seeds of eternity are equally dignified and glorious and do not desecrate.

But now, the thousand nights stand, and countless eternal night warriors and powerful men are tired first.

Not fear, but fatigue with despair.

Storms never last, and the heaviest eruptions are followed by clear skies.

However, if he is so thankful, then there is only one lead character in this play. Countless strong men of everlasting nights will be turned into backgrounds and companions. Future generations' evaluations are mostly uninteresting, but at this moment they are of paramount importance.

Dominic has finally slowly drawn his sword.

Yet before he went to the battlefield, the battlefield suddenly burst into shouts like a tsunami! Countless Everlasting Warriors kneel on one knee and cry out: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty!”

There are countless dark golden flowers in the air that converge into a light path from the center of the fortress to the summit of the Lone Peak.

The figure of the night eye appeared at one end of the light path and the unparalleled wind suffocated everyone. She dragged the knife to dreams, walked like running water, slowly walked across the shore flower road, and stepped onto the lone peak.

As she stood in front of the thousand nights, the two opposite figures were engraved in the deepest depths of each person's heart.

“Can you still fight?” She asked.

“There's still a blow.” Behind the thousand nights, the two light wings slowly unfolded, with a little ink on the tip of the wing, dyed the entire wing, hectares, a pair of black wings reproduced the world.

Night vision flowed through a little unknown complexity, "Okay! It is the heirloom of the Blackwing King, and it happens to be a sacrificial knife. ”

“Not only that.” Throw down the storm at night, buried the dragon in his hand and took out another magazine. The moment the box lid opens, the dawn of a far-flung world rises!

Night vision slightly discolored, grinning, "The Power of the Everlasting King?! Very well, I can finally teach the power of the king of the nation again. ”

Unheard of for a thousand nights, he focused on pressing the force containing the power of the Everlasting King into the dragon burial chamber, repeatedly checking, everything correct, before looking up to the night eyes.

When I saw her, for a moment, the strong ice in her eyes seemed to melt a little, and she was covered by a thicker layer of freeze and could never see change again.

Night vision didn't do it, quietly waited a thousand nights to complete the preparations, then said: “Is it over? ”

“One last step is still to go. ”

All of a sudden, there was a long, long wave!

The black wings behind him suddenly broke apart and countless light wings buried in the dragon like tide.

On the battlefield, there were countless shouts, and many of the everlasting strong who were certain that they would win became restless. Dominic's sword-shaking hands also grew white at his fingertips due to tension.

At this moment, the original wings, dragon burial and the power of the kings of the people are united without distinction. Thousands of nights this final blow is no worse than that of any heavenly king.

Night eyes are colorful, with knives in both hands, and close to devotional focus. It was the first time since she woke up that she had to do all she could.

In the distant sky, a floating boat suddenly appeared, flying at high speeds. Just for the moment, nobody's paying attention to this little unexpected guest.

Night Eyes shouted: “Do it! The Eternal Night Empire will be a witness to our battle! ”

Night vision appeared in the eyes of the thousand nights, then blue intention appeared, wrapped around the shadow of the night vision.

Night vision also shows the shadow of a thousand nights, dark gold blood like a sword, the instant one cuts the shadow of a thousand nights.

Eyes of control versus eyes of destruction!

No one knows the result of the pupil confrontation, nor do they need to know. At this moment of silence, the night vision could no longer move, enough to destroy everything when the storm erupted, and the bullet finally flew out of the chamber.

This is an unstoppable shooting that gathers for a thousand nights.

Night eyes, the knife light appeared, that razor light, the instant the world was amazed.

In trance, everyone seemed to have the deepest and most beautiful dream. In their dreams, they see the ultimate in strength as strong men and women throughout their lives. That shot, the fusion of night and day, was the ultimate destruction.

The bullet pen went straight into the sky, tearing the clouds apart, breaking the dome and flying straight to the end of the void.

Countless powerful people sigh, to finally see the realm they have been pursuing for a lifetime, and only in dreams.

Then, wake up.

They looked at the void where the dome was closing, and suddenly they reacted, and this final shot, how did it hit the sky?

In the moment, above and below the sky, countless lights returned to the battlefield and beneath the flag of the king.

Finally angry in the eyes of the thousand nights, as if there was a smile, he stood up straight as a flag, with the dragon burial gun pointing into the sky. And the knife was dreaming, and had passed through his chest.

Night-eyed knife gripping hands began to tremble without suppression.

She suddenly let go and jumped over and held him for a thousand nights. "You, why are you doing this...”

Thousand nights softly said: “I am very difficult, there is no way, I can only escape...”

“I know, I know. I won't embarrass you anymore. ”

Looking at her for a thousand nights, she looked softly at Spring Water and said: “I have... I'm sorry about you. Although... unintentionally, I still... don't know what to do with you. Perhaps escape is the only way to break free. ”

Night's eyes could no longer control themselves, holding his hands tight and tight, he continued: “I know, I know. That's not your fault. I never blamed you. We're not gonna talk about this anymore, okay? Don't leave me, please, don't leave. ”

"You are awake and no longer her," she said, stroking her face gently. I just don't want to accept reality... that's the difference... "

“No, no! I'm awake, but I'm still Night Eyes! No change! ”

Yet his hands slowly fell and his voice became a little tranced. In his eyes, there appeared eternal nights, a lighthouse town, and he returned to that dilapidated tavern, where even the sign was only half lit up in Manchetti.

Back where they first met.

“Ah!” The eyes suddenly howled.

With a roar, the sword's indestructible, lonely peak exploded, and after a shocking explosion, only half the peak base remained in place.

Terrorist forces subconsciously lift the Force shield for all the powerful, and when their eyes turn, the orphan peaks are empty, their eyes are empty, and their nights and nights are gone.

The sky sounded a series of low engine roars, and countless floating warships appeared on the skyline. As can be seen from the crest on the battleship, the Imperial Guard One, Two, Three fleet has leaned out of its nest without reservation.

The commanding ship headed by him arrived at an alarming high speed, dumping all the warships behind him, in total disregard of the myriad everlasting strong gatherings ahead.

At the bow of the ship, Song Zining stood by the fence and saw only the lone peak of the roots, suddenly his hands and feet were cold.