Monarch of Evernight

Habs awakened from the throne.

In his consciousness, the perennial calm and waveless Blood River sent a little message from King Renault of Youth.

Since the silence of the Holy River, the Kings and Princes have seldom communicated with each other in this most ancient way, because the Blood River often does not respond, does not provoke a single ripple, and cannot communicate accordingly.

Habs felt a little strange, but the position of the King of Qing was still a continent away from Twilight. He thought too much, and when he responded, he walked to the entrance of the main hall.

Suddenly he stopped and flashed, disappearing from the spot before appearing on a seven-story corridor beneath the clan castle.

The corridor also maintains the oldest sandstone walls, with a narrow but extremely high tunnel, with two bronze doors at the end, engraved with ancient symbols.

There was a man standing in front of the door, without the smell of the strong, as if he were an ordinary man.

However, it cannot be just an ordinary person, the blood ponds and altars are all beneath the castle of the blood clan, especially the twelve ancient clans, and regional repression alone prevents the newborns of this clan from staying alone.

The Demon King heard the voices, but did not turn back, still standing in place, slightly looking up at the dazzling portal ahead. He's been standing here for a long time, and he hasn't reached out to push those two doors.

Hubbs slowly moved forward along the corridor.

Although the blood clan is the home in its own clan castle, it is only a small obstacle for the real Demon Emperor. By this time, do not say that the corridor is no longer a safe distance from the entire castle.

“Your Majesty, it is an honor to be here in person. ”

“I just came to see him. ”

Hubbs was silent and the Emperor stopped talking and didn't move. The two were like two statues, more than ten meters apart, standing in front of a bronze door.

A long time later, the two doors slowly opened inward, behind them endless darkness.

The demon emperor didn't mean to go in, he just put his eyes on the past. In his eyes, that darkness of the deep is a hierarchical energy world, a small world that belongs to the dark wildfire.

At this moment, flames darker than darkness, colder than extreme cold, are confined to a glimmer of light, like glaciers that have been permafrost for tens of thousands of years.

The demon emperor can see that the source of the faint light is four floating protocrystals, one of which has a blurred edge and appears to be a little shattered.

Gradually, the slight light seemed to have a contour, as if it were a human figure, half sitting, left hand holding knee, right hand holding gun slanted to the ground. Sometimes a little starlight spills over the chest area and surrounds the back.

But once in a while, there is also a star point that disengages from the light group and drifts into the deep darkness, indeterminate until it disappears.

The Demon Emperor looked at him quietly and could not see half his emotions. Suddenly, his calm face fluttered and he turned his head: “Has his origin completely disappeared? ”

Habs was bowing his head, not knowing what he was thinking, and he looked up and looked stunned. Obviously, he did not understand why the Demon King had asked.

The demon emperor took Habs' reaction to heart, but stopped asking and disappeared.

Hubbs frowned and looked back at the world of the Dark Fiery, which followed. Behind him, the bronze door slowly closed.

The demon emperor stood in the void above the castle of the Spike clan, thinking. When Habs appeared, the Emperor raised his hand and a drop of dark force appeared between the two at extremely high concentrations of purity.

“What you have is the darkest flame in the world, closer to the origin of darkness than any other blood force," said the Demon Emperor. There are said to be some problems with the bloodstain of the last crown of fire, not that it is not powerful enough, but that it is more pure to devour blood relatives. ”

Hubbs, listen quietly, listen to the Emperor mention that it was supposed to be blood clan secrets, and he didn't show half the alarm.

"I can give you a dark rule that, with your abilities, can drastically shorten the amount of time it takes to purify power," said the Emperor. ”

Hubbs bluntly said, "Thank you for your kindness, but I am satisfied with the strength I currently have. ”

The demon emperor, who was directly rejected, was not angry and did not continue to persuade, "In that case, Lord Habs, you, as a member of Parliament, should shoulder your responsibilities. ”

At this time, Habs suddenly had a bad feeling, but in front of the Demon Emperor, he had no energy to distract himself from the anomalies of an unknown source.

He frowned and swung his thoughts away, answering: "I did not reject the parliamentary mandate. ”

"On the Peak Fire continent, there is a parliamentary laboratory at the border with the nation, and it's about to be cleaned up recently," said the Demon Emperor. Markel will come to you with a detailed explanation. ”

Habs couldn't control it, the nucleus jumped hard, and the place sounded too familiar.

"As for his remains, there seems to be something wrong. Even in the permafrost of the dark wildfire, it is slowly disintegrating. We don't have the exact information on the state behind the fallen king of the nation, but the gods of the people will certainly not be like this. ”

"Sometimes I think of things he's said before. Perhaps our world really can't keep him. It's beyond the world that he belongs. ”

Habs didn't fully understand what the Emperor was saying, and he didn't know how to answer, so he still didn't say a word.

The Emperor flew an irregular grey chip in his hand, floating alongside the drop of dark force he had previously released.

"You can manipulate the small world, you should know how to use this shadow fragment," said the Emperor. ”After that, nodding to Habs is goodbye, stepping out, disappearing into the void.

In the void on the edge of the Twilight Continent, the Speaker, accompanied by several entourages, is waiting.

“Dear Marker, when we went to check out the fall of Lin Xitang, there was something unusual about the floating ethnic forces. ”

This sentence is a little out of your mind, the Speaker asked: "Your Majesty, you are referring to an anomaly...”

"'I'm just a bad hunch,' said the Emperor. ”

The Demon King's hunch cannot be ignored, and the Speaker thought about it and said, “I understand. Let's start with their gods descending in rank, and then probe down. ”

After that, everyone goes into the void together.

And above the castle of the Spikes, Habs looked at the two things in front of him.

That grey chip looks flat, but if you touch it with force, you'll find another world inside. Its properties are peculiar and belong to the area where the spider demon is located on the dark power spectrum, but there will always be a feeling in the mirror when you probe into it.

Habs heard about it, and it was said that the ancient spider demon had a big world of shadows, and that falling fragments would form a small world of shadows, a sacred object that the spider demon had fought over on the underground black market. I wonder where the Demon King got one of them.

The permanently frozen properties of the dark primitive fire can set space and almost set time, but ultimately it is not completely set, so the collapse of Lin Xitang's remains cannot be stopped. Although this disintegration is extremely slow, it may take hundreds of years to completely overflow a primitive crystal.

But with the shadow of a small world, the underlying rule is that it belongs on the back of the world, blocking matter that is positive in the world.

Habs stopped thinking about it and reached out and took the shadow off the little world. Then touching the dark force gently, the Emperor's breath spread gently to reveal an image.

A teenager-like tribe looked this way, with long black hair slightly tumbling across the chest and a forest background.

When he touched his eyes, he realized that the teenager was not as young as he looked, and that the nebula flowed between them as if it were a reflection of the world.

“Starry skies outside the world, vast and gorgeous, I still can't see the edges. ”

“I see my world as marginal, 60 years old. ”

“For short-lived species, it actually exceeds the life expectancy of the majority of civilians, enough to allow me to do a lot of what I want to do. ”

“Yeah, so I can't go exploring with you...”

The image came to a halt, and the dark force had been diluted into fog and slowly dispersed.

This is a memory belonging to the Demon Emperor, about Lin Xitang.

Yet the man who, even with a smile, faded almost heartless, did not finish the whole Koshi seniority.

Habs regained his mood, overlooking the traditional kingdom of blood beneath his feet, and his eyes slowly glimpsed from nearby, and everything seemed normal. But he hasn't forgotten what he just felt for a moment.

Habs will perceive sinking into the long river of blood, the river is calm and waveless, tranquil as a mirror, before the summons of King Qing left no trace. His perception extends to the source, with twelve bloodstains gradually appearing, loaded and floating, semi-minded and half-destructed.

The one belonging to the King of Qing is not the brightest, because it is not his normal period of activity. Habs looked at it for a while and still wasn't sure if the mark was unusual. He thought about it and decided to still go to the place where the King of Qing sent his message.

By the time Habs had arrived in the land, the ancient castle of the King of the Greens had left nothing but ruins. The landscape of the valley has also been altered, with free and intense dawn forces everywhere, even Hubbs, finding no worthy clue.

There was only a ray of purple and black blood pointing in one direction. That's the mark left by King Medanzo of the Lightless.

Hubbs stirred up in the air and looked down at the rubble, his eyes slowly locking. After pondering, he glanced in the direction of leaving his mark on the King of Nonlight, not following him, but returning directly to Twilight.

The Black Sun Valley is no longer a battlefield, and the Empire and Everlasting Night are each building fortresses with buoyant civil engineering. Though not far apart, they are diverse and do not interfere with each other. The patrol forces on both sides also deliberately kept their distance and were not close to each other, nor were there any possibility of guns being fired.

But in terms of the scale of the fortifications built by both sides, peace is only temporary.

The Fortress of Everlasting Night was huge, and today it is even more buoyant than it was. After experiencing the overwhelming situation of the Imperial Guard Fleet, the Everlasting Night Council began to madly increase the fortress's anti-aircraft fire. An air defense turret rises from the ground, dense and numb as a rock forest, even with a more powerful fleet, and sees so many air defense guns, it will have numb scalp.

And the empire refuses to show weakness, and although the fortress is new, the number of turrets is not much lower than it is forever. Perhaps because of its own aerial superiority, the Imperial Fortress contains more ground-to-ground assault rifles, as well as tracking crossbows dedicated to bombarding the strong.

In this way, the two sides will build on each other's strengths and soft ribs, and the war could erupt at any moment.

In the fortress, Song Zining is the clearest one. There's nothing better to do every day than turn over the war papers. From his window, you can see the black flame columns in the distance, diminishing every day. Perhaps it won't be long before it's completely gone.

According to the agreement reached behind the scenes that day, a new round of fighting would begin when the black fire was extinguished.

At this moment, the door rang and the voice was in a hurry.

Song Zining opened the door and looked at it. “General Zhang, what are you doing here? ”

It was Zhang Zheng who arrived. His face was dusty and his eyes were deeply trapped. Obviously, he arrived all the way to sleep. As soon as he saw Song Zining, Zhang Zheng knelt down on one knee and shouted: "Song Xiaoning, help! ”

Song Zining rushed to lift him up. “Get up and talk. What's so serious? ”

As he reached out, Song Zining was shocked again. “Are you hurt? ”

"- [sic]“ A few minor injuries won't get in the way. I can't help it now. I can only come here. Please give Song Shuai an idea. ”

“Anything you want to say, get up.” Song Zining lifted Zhang Qiang up and sat him down. He returned to his seat and looked toward Zhang Qiang and waited for him.

"" The prince sent thousands of elites and dozens of powerful men to lurk in the land, waiting for you. I don't know, we ran into ambushes as soon as we walked into the land, and there were enemies everywhere. In the end, only me and a few colleagues killed it. The rest of the colleagues, all of them... ”

Song Zining said: "Isn't this the King's elite? ”

“Most of them are the kindness of the prince, who pointed them out. This force totalled 3,000 men and lost a third in the first place. ”

“If this force is so elite, how could it escape so little? ”

Zhang Zheng had now set his mind and said: "One thing happened suddenly, we just got off the floating boat and we were surrounded. There were so many of them, and the mountains were everywhere. Besides, there's a duke in there! Commander Yang seriously injured himself shortly after the start of the war. He had to flee, and now his life and death are unknown. ”

Song Zining nodded. "Looks like there's been a leak. What do you want me to do now? ”

"“ The only way to fix the situation now is for you to personally take back Ying Ling Palace. I was informed that the Palace of the Spirit had returned to the city of Bibo and stopped right outside the city. ”

Song Zining stepped up and patted Zhang Zheng on his shoulder. “General Zhang, you seem confused. This handsome man is responsible for guarding the Black Sun Valley. How heavy a responsibility is this? Can't you just walk away? As for what you do to the King, what do you do with me? Don't say you're just a little general. Even if you're a god, what can you do? Still in the eyes of a handsome man? ”

Zhang Zheng shocked, "Song Shuai, what do you mean? ”

“I just want you to know that you can get out, not that you're capable, but that I'm just letting them let you go. I didn't think you'd dare go to see the king, but you came to me. So now that you're here, just rest here. Anyway, you'll have a relapse soon. ”

Zhang Zheng was even more shocked. Suddenly he understood. "You, you! ”

He did not finish his speech, sprayed a bite of blood and laid down on the ground. That's when he remembered Song Zining shooting his shoulder two times, and instantly he understood everything. It's just that it's too late to understand.

Song Zining opened the door and said: "Somebody! General Zhang's wounds are recurring. Come and rescue them! ”

Several relatives rushed in and lifted Zhang Qiang out.

A moment later, one of his relatives came back and said: "My lord, my subordinate is incompetent. General Zhang is so badly wounded that he has already given his life to the nation! ”

Song Zining frowned: “Did he say anything before he died? ”

“General Zhang has lost his mind, just repeating, werewolves, so many werewolves! There's nothing else. ”

Song Zining said: "General Zhang came all the way here, there must be an imperative. Unfortunately, he had already gone before he could say a word. If this is a serious matter, you will be responsible for it, and you will report everything to the Ministry of Military Affairs without concealing it. Do you understand?”

Kiss your ass and hurry up.

When he left, Song Zining exhaled a little, knowing it was another matter of heart. The next step is to wait for the detailed report from the Lu side, and then look at the reaction of the military ministry after receiving the report.

Zhang Zheng is really useless. Being a lobbyist makes a lot of holes. Song Zining is really lazy to leave him jumping in front of his eyes. I hope to send someone a little smarter next time.

After the Empire King of Heaven broke through Tianguan, he went to the battlefield and only sat in the town and was not unified. The thousand so-called Dingxuan kings, if he was a close soldier, this year he would be at least seventy or eighty years old, even if the war generals can't hold knives. If it is a backup soldier, it is one of the Yiwei, not to mention whether King Ding Xuan, who has become the King of Heaven, is interested in guiding a group of soldiers, say the number, the King of Heaven rated Yiwei to exceed the majority of the King, is 1,500.

Shortly after falling back from the Marshal's position like King Qingyang, he had a fully formed elite regiment, of which only 2,000 were members of the Converter Lightly Assembled Guard. After counting the number of people who have been discharged from service in previous years, it is only a matter of reluctance to recruit 3,000 members of the family militia. If that was the day before yesterday's King Yiwei, a breath of war in Lu damaged thousands of people, it would be an interesting and exciting thing.

Song Zining is not in a hurry to find out the truth. It is so good to treat him like this nowadays. On the one hand, there are people constantly coming to give him a head, saving him the strength to trace. On the other hand, the upper continent of the werewolves seems to have changed. The name of the King of Heaven doesn't care if it is true or false, and use it first.