Monarch of Evernight

Song Zining was left speechless by the words of the King of the Poles.

For a moment of silence in the room, the extreme king sighed, "The more the superior, the heavier the weight of the national word. You are now a beam of the country, you should experience it. Sometimes you know that something is against your heart, but for the sake of the Empire, for the sake of people, you still have to do it. ”

Song Zining finally said: “I'm afraid that some people are holding the national flag, but secretly they are doing something unseen and self-serving. ”

“Everyone has a heart of profit. What would you do if you were big? Can you protect the world? ”

Song Zining frowned and shook his head a moment later. No matter what he envisioned, there would always be people drilling hollow holes, doing something wrong to the people, corrupting the black heart. I'm more afraid of guys who don't greed money, but use their heads to do bad things. The King of Fingers makes a good point and cannot be prevented.

“What should we do about it?” Song Zining really asked for help this time.

"" Nothing more than two words, one blocked and the other. The so-called complete system, as much as possible, is to prevent micro-duplication, which is to plug in and block the source. But it's not as good as it gets. Actually, it's an afterthought. There are no exceptions. Over time, many people are afraid and naturally will not do those things. If there is a taste for blocking, it will only leave everyone alone and nobody will do anything. ”

Song Zining realized it in detail and just felt it was amazing.

“Let's talk about the Thousand Nights. If you don't tell me, I'm afraid you'll always have a heart in your heart. ”

“Please point it out. ”

"For thousands of nights, this man has great merit in the people, and his heart is in the people. Over the past few years, the Empire has borne a lot of burdens. ”

Song Zining's nose suddenly became sour and hurried to bear it.

“Black Sun Valley, if he hadn't, the Empire would have failed. In the final battle, I also saw clearly that without all the bonds between him and Night Eyes, no one could make Night Eyes. ”

Song Zining suddenly breathed in his heart, couldn't hold his impulse for a moment, and spoke out: “So you want to kill Night Eyes first, and then use the thousand nights to deal with her, is to calculate the thousand nights, want them both to belong together, right?! ”

A moment of silence from the king of the poles, he said: "Sonning, the word of the country heals Taishan. Nothing really matters in front of it. If you say you're ashamed, you are. But all I did was for the survival of the empire, for the prosperity of the people, and I deserve that. ”

Song Zining's temporal plug, I don't know how to answer. A moment later, Fang hated it: “Wei Qiyang, that idiot, I'm not done with him! ”

That day Pei Zijun had screwed things up. If Wei Daotian hadn't gone to Lu, he wouldn't have fought at night.

“If anger makes you feel better, do it. ”

“I thought your old man would persuade me to show restraint. ”

"'It's only when you're comfortable,' said the King of Fingers. Now that you hold the weight, every move has to do with the lives and deaths of hundreds of thousands of generals, can't you ignore it? By contrast, sacrificing a human being is nothing. ”

Song Zining's eyes twinkled. “With your words, I won't be rude. ”

“Just let it go. ”

“I have nothing to do with my country, I just want to settle my grievances. Might as well make yourself a little money. ”

Referring to Wang Guan 'er at the extreme, he smiled. “If it's a big deal, you can do it yourself. You don't have to ask me. ”

By this time, the seats will be almost broken. Some things are not clear, but enough is enough. After all, a thousand nights is half a blood family, with different identities, how can you be a hero who is ready to fall? If we did that, wouldn't the human heart standard of the Empire for a thousand years have collapsed overnight?

The human heart is complex, the human heart is extremely prone to incitement, and the human heart is still easy to provoke.

So, all the sacrifices, all the achievements of a thousand nights, were erased, maybe decades later, no one remembered ever having such a person, that kind of thing. The Everlasting Night Parliament will not be bothered to admit that a people of both descent ultimately did not choose the noble Dark Blood, which is fundamentally contrary to the rules of evolution of mixed descent over the millennium.

After walking out of the king's palace, Song Zining looked up to the sky. He knew the reason, but the tone of his heart was blocked, but he couldn't get out.

Why can't we both be brothers?

He had nowhere to leak and kicked his ass in the door. The officer in charge of the transfer was surprised and rushed up. "What can I do for you, my lord? I'll do it now! ”

“It's okay, go back. ”

Officers dared not ask much and drove Song Zining straight to the place.

On the Twilight continent, there is peace and quiet in the clan castles of the traditional territory of the Spike family.

The strategic mobilization of the new world has long since taken away a large number of young men and women.

Fortunately, however, Prince Hubbs was the first to enter the new world, and although the pioneering period was also a difficult one, with considerable casualties, it was not as tragic as what happened to the Empire.

In the empty lobby, on the throne, Hubbs sat quietly with his jaw resting on his armrest, sleeping. In the past, the hall, which accommodated a thousand people, had been opened only at clan meetings, but lately he had become more and more inclined to spend time alone in a somewhat colder space.

The whole castle is so quiet that you can't even hear your breathing. The Prince has been in a state of irritability for a long time, and people try to give him a better rest, both out of understanding and out of fear.

Not knowing how long later, Habs suddenly opened his eyes and whispered, “Leonard, let him in. ”

In the squares outside the castle, among the group of people who were pulling on, the Marquis of Leonard waved his hand after listening and releasing a demonic marquis in front of him, but stopped his followers.

The Marquis of the Devil had protested for a long time because his blood had not informed him, and at this time it was loose. Although he was still angry at the treatment he had received, he did not want to cut off the extraneous branches and leave his entourage outside.

The demons met Habs of the throne of Gao in the lobby, who paid his respects in a regular manner, and said: "I greet you, Your Highness, on behalf of Parliament. ”

Hubbs sat still, fading away: "If the Chancellor is still saying the same thing, there is no point in saying it. I've already answered, he wants something I don't have here. Go back and tell him not to send anyone else. ”

The Marquis of the Devil came twice before he even met Habs, but this time he had to be expelled after only one word. He finally got angry and said, "Your Highness, the Speaker is giving you the honour of putting this in the hands of Parliament and asking you to exercise your discretion. In fact, it is the will of His Majesty the Demon Emperor, there is no reason to think about it! ”

There was no fluctuation in Hubbs' color, cold-blooded: “Then there's no need to think about it. I am blood, the Demon King is not my king. ”

“You!” the Marquis of the Devil jumped up, pissed off the crown, and fingered Habs.

Hubbs' empty blue eyes flashed with blood, and the Marquis of Demons was suddenly crushed to the ground by an invisible force.

His hands scratched powerlessly at the throat, but useless, his face rose red, but his voice made a sound. Soon his struggling force began to weaken and his skin seeped blood all over him, gradually becoming a blood man.

Habs' colour didn't change a bit, he didn't even let go of his hand holding his mandible, he looked at the Marquis of the Demon and broke his breath a bit, like he was looking at a piece of dust.

When the Marquis of the Devil stopped moving, he said faintly: "People are dead, they don't come out? ”

Pretty Tick stood sophisticated at the entrance to the lobby, slowly walking in, stopping by the Marquis of Demons, and then walking to the throne of Habs.

“Long time no see. ”

“Congratulations, Perfect Second Awakening, the Fate of the Nightmare Balance rudder has ushered in a new master. ”

Pretty Tick looked up at Habs for a moment and opened his arms and said, "Dear old friend, won't you give me a hug? ”

Habs was silent for a while and finally got up from the throne and walked down the steps.

After they walked through the ceremony, they left the lobby and went to Hubbs' study, where no one cared about the unlucky Marquis of the Devil.

Leonard serves two people a refreshment, then leaves and closes the door.

Bright red brown with exquisite desserts and quaint but well-maintained porcelain, pleasant to see and smell. If it hadn't been too bloody before, it would have been a great meeting of old friends.

After all, for a perennial species, after a long sleep, opening your eyes may see a strange world.

Pretty Tick immersed himself in the tea scent for a moment, and looking at Habs didn't mean anything to say, he sighed, "Dear Habs, you've changed a bit. ”

“This time the Emperor sent you as a messenger? ”

Pretty Tick shrugged: “I don't know anything yet. That wretched bastard was assigned by His Excellency the Speaker, and His Majesty Kane just asked me to follow him. ”

Hubbs turned the cup in his hand and said, “There's nothing to see. I don't have what His Majesty wants here. ”

Pretty Tick looked slightly more seriously and said, "What is it exactly? ”

Hubbs doesn't answer the question, "When did you wake up from sleep? ”

“After the truce of jihad.” Prettyck thought about it and said a more precise time point, "at the 'Bloody Funeral'. ”

He suddenly realized something, and his face slowly grew a little pale, "Is that... about who? ”

Hubbs stood up and walked to the floor window with a cup of tea, staring at this piece of land he had returned to as an adult, but carrying his clan and blood.

“You go. ”

Pretty Tick suddenly got angry, threw the cup in his hand on the table, and stood up, "Habs! It was an individual race, an imperial marshal, an enemy of the Everlasting Night, even if he didn't die at that time, he wouldn't have lived for years! And I've known you for over a hundred years, and our friendship was interrupted by the death of a people? ”

“Bloodlines and demons are also enemies. ”

Pretty Tick's hand was sharply squeezed.

After a while, Hubbs turned around and his blue eyes were like a clear sky, gentle but without any emotion, "Pu, you should be the most powerful prophet of eternal night by now, don't you see that the wheel of destiny is shifting? ”

Pretty Tick didn't refute it.

“Pupu, let's go. The Demon King himself will come to me. ”

What else does Pretty Tick want to say, suddenly he feels a familiar fluctuation of power just around the corner, his face suddenly turning white.

Habs, though, had no unexpected color, turned his head and looked at the Emperor's figure condensed in the void.

This is supposed to be a splinter of the highest of the Holy Mountains, converging without any pressure or breath, but the moment across space still makes all the dark forces in the environment bow down. And the stronger the everlasting night, the higher the rank, the more obvious the feeling.

The atmosphere solidified for a moment.

Pretty Tick reacted and took a deep bow, "Your Highness. ”

Demon King Soft and Gentle: “Lord Pretty Tick, take someone with you, I have something to say to Lord Habs. ”

Pretty Tic's pale face never recovered, he didn't say a word, did another gift and pushed the door out.

The Emperor turned to Habs and said, "Lord Habs, have you ever seen the planetary orbit of a human race? ”

Habs was stunned, not talking.

Nor does the Emperor mind his attitude, he said softly: “I have seen him show me the orbits of the stars, so rich and beautiful. By contrast, the top of the world with asteroid belts is like a desert, and the only comparable is the wheel of fate of our Dark People, which spins slowly over 10,000 years. It's completely unimaginable how a short-lived species with an average life of less than a hundred years could have such a beautiful trajectory. ”

Hubbs slowly said a name, "Chamorro Sky? ”

“Yes, I was there. It was the biggest mistake of my life not to kill him at that time. ”

“He's still dead. ”

“He could have looked down on the star dome, but would have rather burned to ashes in the mud. For those ants' ugly lives. I don't understand.”

“We only respect the strong, but he only agrees with his kind. ”

The Emperor shook his head and looked into Habs' eyes. "Give me his remains. We need to get some information from him. ”

“All those who died in the void were boneless. ”

“Short-born species have no soul rotation, no conscious awakening, and their passing is eternal. ”

Hubbs was silent.

The demon emperor suddenly sighed softly, "Then give me his original crystal. As you know, Lord Habs, the people's plan has been against us forever and night for centuries, but even with intelligence from the King of Everlasting Life, no prophet can accurately analyze the aftermath. He's gone, but things aren't getting better, and we need to trace the fate line from him. ”

He looked down at his hands and laughed bitterly: "If I had done it, I wouldn't have left any fate wire. But in such a beautiful orbit, who would want to destroy it with his own hands? ”

"Sire Kane, there is only one way you can destroy me and this castle altogether," Hubbs said slowly. So it doesn't matter if I'm hiding something I shouldn't. ”

Habs suddenly felt a chill, his blood nucleus sinking sharply, and he saw that even with such a rude answer, the Emperor was still not angry and his eyes were gentle.

But Habs would never think that this supreme was threatened. Even if the Emperor is only a splinter here now, it is almost impossible to destroy the blood prince of one of the twelve ancient clans together with the clan castle, but how long will it take for the Emperor himself to get here?

“I have heard that the emperor of the people is his disciple and has been reluctant to believe that he has fallen. No one was able to sit in his post, and even his salary was being paid according to the state in which he was still alive. This can be seen as a tribute, no one wants to piss off their emperor for a little money. ”

The demon emperor's voice did not fluctuate at all, and it was still soft as home, “But if there were rumors, what if people thought that the imperial hero was not dead, but a prisoner? ”

Hubbs slowly said, "Your Majesty, the Demon Emperor has certainly made me feel bad. ”

Rumors have always been marketable, as all parties have their own considerations. The Everlasting Night Council was in no way willing to create a one-handed heroic image of the Empire, and the jumping clown in the Empire certainly did not want the political enemies to leave behind the glory of history. And blackmailing heroes is an easy thing, because they can no longer stand up and defend themselves.

Habs was not unaware that no one dared to add vinegar and bullshit to the war because of the fierce repression of the Demon King. Otherwise, a battle without witnesses could be transmitted in any way. He did not state his position, nor did he submit a certificate of merit sufficient to allow his opponents in Parliament and even within the bloodline to initiate impeachment.

“Lord Habs, I hope one day you will challenge me to climb the Holy Mountain, not here.” The face and voice of the Demon Emperor are very calm, "and I don't really want to be unpleasant on Twilight and the Queen of the Night. The new world is in our common interest, and Lilith is old. ”

The last sentence does not correspond to the traditionally courteous image of the Imperial Kane, but also reveals the unknown ambition and obsession of this young supreme.

The Emperor's eyes cast on a point in the void, where the ancient blood pool of the clan castle sits, and he slowly said, "You can think about it again, but my patience is not infinite. ”

Long after the emperor left, Habs moved his body, stretching out his right index finger and drawing a line in the air.

The power spectrum jumped out.

From the source of darkness, the endless forces of darkness propelled towards the other side, and gradually changed along the way, revealing deep shallow ashes until dawn dawned through the neutral zone.

That concludes the deduction, which is, to date, the perception of the power lineage by eternal night creatures.

The source of darkness is the source of this world, so what is the end of dawn? Is there a dawn or something? What would it look like if the origin of dawn could also make a world? Whether there are orbits that the Demon King has ever seen.