Monarch of Evernight

“One of the twelve ancient clans of the bloodline cannot be overvalued. There is His Highness the Dark Gospel Howard. Even if our pre-installed chess pieces were handled, he was not fully recovered, but a crowned prince, even if not in complete condition, would not be able to cope, I'm afraid, with the average duke. If he escapes, it will be a big problem. So I'd better come myself. ”

Palocchia glanced inside the palace and said coldly: "Looks like those pieces are doing well. I never thought there would be a traitor inside the blood of the strongest and proudest bloodline. ”

The old duke bit his teeth, pulled out his sword and drank: "If you want to go in, step over my body! ”

“Absolutely unnecessary. You're too weak.” Parochia waved her hand at will, and the old Duke was knocked off by an invisible force, knocking him out on the wall of the hall. He lost a lot of blood in order to wake Howard, and he couldn't even fight the Demon King.

Palocchia walked into the palace and slowed down, “Howard, are you still not coming out? ”

Deep behind the palace, the panting and roaring behind the thick door suddenly stopped, and a dark pressure gradually expanded to cover the entire palace. A majestic voice rang out, "Paloccia?! Are you trying to start a full-scale war? ”

“The war has begun.” The darkness swept for a moment, and the main entrance of the palace was immediately held by the invisible hand, torn down directly and thrown aside.

In the inner palace, an ancient coffin has been erected, the coffin lid slowly opened, and Howard's voice came out of it: "When did the Maysfield Gate become so rude? ”

The darkness around Paloccia is not moving, cold-blooded: “This question can wait until you return to the bloody river. ”

The copper coffin cover was blown open and smashed into Paloccia. But Palocchia just split the darkness up against the broken coffin. As soon as the coffin is not in the dark, it dissolves and disappears.

“Don't use such means, as the dark gospel of the past, and return to the bloodbath should have a minimum of dignity. ”

In the open bronze coffin, lying an elderly of blood, he held his chest in his arms and remained asleep. He was skinny, not really sleeping like a skeleton, but there was also a significant gap between fullness and fullness when fully recovered. Obviously, Howard did not complete the process of recovery.

Parochia sneered, “It is said that the Crown Prince of the Blood Nation has no weaker strength than the Great King, and you have a record of facing the Great War King. Now I'd like to see how much strength you have left. ”

Howard opened his eyes and walked out of the coffin, apparently with some bitterness between the movements. He raised a sword from behind him and slowly raised it: "Now that you don't even want your face at least, there's nothing to say. Your Majesty, your sins will not be spared! ”

Come on, there was a sudden wind in the hall, Howard's body swelled up like a blow, his breath rose in a straight line, and as he climbed to the top, he drank loudly, and the stones lit up on the handle of the sword in his hand, emitting countless blood, wrapped around Howard.

Palocchia roared and the darkness gathered, turning into spears that instantly flew all over the palace and nailed firmly into the wall.

Howard disappeared and the entire palace vibrated violently. He appeared on the top of the palace, hitting a wall of deep darkness.

The black wall broke and Howard bounced back.

Outside the palace, many blood clans suddenly fell and bled out of their mouths and noses, apparently unable to live.

That was a direct confrontation between Howard and Palocchia, fluctuations caused by the collision of forces, and not affordable for ordinary blood fighters.

Howard returned to the center of the palace with a slight change of face, "The Spear of the Banned Zone! You even took out the Congressional Holy Art! ”

Parochia said, "What is it, that dreams are not in your blood's hands, as well? Soon, however, the Trinity will be returned to His Majesty the Demon. Save your strength and don't try to escape. ”

Howard's face changed slightly.

The forbidden spear has the power of solidification space and is a star of all the ability to escape by shuttle similar to the scintillation of the void. Palocchia had this holy instrument in her hand and blocked Howard in the terrain of the Hill Belly Hall. Howard could hardly escape even when he was fully awake.

Howard surfaced with a bitter smile and slowed down: "Looks like you did a lot of work to kill me. ”

“The fall of a crowned prince can make it difficult for the bloodline to regain its vitality for centuries, and it is worth it, no matter how much it costs. ”

“Okay, let's go to war! Let me see, Lord of Maysfield, what great skill! ”

Palocchia looked around and said softly: "This is a perfect place to fight. ”

In the talking room, Palocchia's darkness turned into a giant palm, merely a fist grip, vibrating the entire castle, and the horrific waves of magic and pressure instantly turned hundreds of blood families into corpses.

Howard felt the breath of death coming from the blood, and he was shocked and angry, and he drank: "Parochia! You don't even want a minimum of dignity? ”

“Dead are all blood tribes, just cleaned up together.” Parochia grinned.

Even Middle-Castle cannot afford the battle of the Great King. After a great battle, the ancient castle is mostly ruined. The way Palocchia did it, instead of complaining about the convergence of the continental surface, was even more unscrupulous.

As a result, tens of thousands of blood tribes living and fighting in ancient castles will probably fall victim. These are Howard's blood or his children. How can he not be angry?

Palocchia made it clear that it was going to make it difficult for Howard to do it, thereby increasing his chances of winning again. This is really a little tedious. But there's nothing Howard can do about it now.

Howard raised his sword again and said, "Your Majesty will punish you for your sins! ”

“You've said that twice already. ”

Ignoring Parochia's ridicule, Howard focused on what he was celebrating, and his blood condensed into a piece of paper in the air, with a large piece of text appearing on it.

The entire bloodstream passed away, and the black walls around the restricted area did nothing to it, as if they were in another space. The blood letter then penetrated the black wall and went away in the void.

Sending messages to the Queen's Palace, Howard looked at Palocchia with confusion, not at all happy.

Throughout the process, Palocchia was extraordinarily calm, that is, unstoppable and undisturbed, so she looked at Howard and let the message out, and she said, "Oh," and said, "This is how the Book of Blood Rivers turned out. It takes a lot of blood, doesn't it? ”

“Why don't you stop?” Howard couldn't help but ask, though he didn't think Palocchia would be able to stop the way the bloodline ancestors were summoned.

Parochia laughed low, "Why stop? ”

The message travels so fast in the void that it cannot be calculated by the usual concept of speed, and in Howard's prediction, the kung fu of these two sentences should have approached the Queen's Palace. But at this point, the message's connection to Howard suddenly disappeared.

The instant the message disappeared, the feedback was enough to let Howard know a lot, and his face changed dramatically, "Medanzo! ”

Palocchia laughed out loud, "With the King of Light here, you still want to send the message to the Queen? ”

“Why would he betray the queen, betray the bloodline?!” Howard's furious.

Howard immediately sinks his consciousness into the river of blood, sending out a call from his ancestors to see if anyone else is awake. However, the surface of the Blood River was calm as a mirror, and his summons was like a little stone, jumping only twice on the mirror, disappearing completely, as if it had never existed.

“This, when you return to Blood River, find a way to ask him. ”

Palocchia gathered four long swords in darkness, floating in front of her and slashing Howard like a shock!

Howard hummed and started the sword, opening the four dark swords one by one with the finest sword technique. Just one sword at a time, and he can't help but back off a little.

Parochia smiled, "It's time for you to go back to Blood River! ”

This time, more than a dozen long swords will gather, and the next round of offense will be extremely violent.

In the blink of an eye, countless dark swords were fired and Howard was slashed. Strong as the dark gospel, there is also despair in the eyes. He fought only with the dignity of his ancestors to intercept the blockade and fight to the last moment.

At this point, two top strong men suddenly caught a crisp sound in their ears, a broken black wall of the forbidden spear. Then the dim palace was lit by a floating glow.

This magnificent knife, Parochia and Howard are all very familiar, and no one would have expected it to appear here.

Dream on!

With the holy instrument against the holy instrument, but the spear of the forbidden domain is not long in battle, and the dreams are concentrated in a little bit, so instantly breaks a black wall and chops to Paloccia.

Palocchia calmed down and sighed: "Bold!” His dark demon vaporized into a giant palm and grasped the knife of dreams.

After all, Palocchia is the lord of Mesfield, the king of eternity and night for centuries, even if he has to keep the forbidden spear running, while still attacking Howard, when he sees the sound of the dreams, he dares to harden his hand.

When the knife light falls, the dark giant is almost divided into two parts, but the knife light is also the end of a strong crossbow, falling into the darkness, quickly ablates.

Parochia turned around and suddenly saw herself in one pair of eyes!

In those bloody amber-like pupils, it shows more than just a bunch of darkness, but also the real Palocchian body in the darkness. Parochia was so shocked that the darkness around him was like a pale fire of eternal flame. In fact, it was turned into magic. How could it be seen so easily?

In the pupil, Paloccia's figure suddenly cracked and spinned into countless pieces.

Parochia only felt the nucleus of the demon hit hard, the darkness suddenly dispersed, erasing the little half, hiding the outline of the true body.

“Eye of Destruction!” Parochia's cry fell, suddenly a chill emerged from the deepest depths of her heart, instantly all over her body.

It's a sign of a meteor crisis!

Parochia turns her head and sees a thousand nights standing not far away, the light wings merging into dragon burials, turning into an extremely hot force bomb flying out of the gunpoint. There's a black feather dancing around this bullet!

Between moments, Palocchia thought of the final battle, the final shot.

He was impressed by the power of the shooting into the heavenly dome. But in the face of the gun, even though it was inherently slightly inferior to the Emperor, Palocchia discovered that she had underestimated the power of the gun that day.

The force bounced in Paloccia to see the instant arrived.

In a thunderous roar, the black walls of all the forbidden spears broke apart, but the spears broke, almost immediately reconstituting a new black wall in front of Paloccia. It's just that this black wall collapses, only slightly blocking the castration of the bullet. Almost all the darkness around Paloccia then pounded on the bullet and wrapped it in it.

The force bomb finally exploded, dawn enlightened into the purest light and heat, and the instant room evaporated out the darkness. And that little black feather, out of the darkness, did not enter Palocchia's body.

Parochia snorted, a pair of eagle eyes staring dead at the night, and the killing machine was almost overflowing. Wounded by a duke, it was a real disgrace to him.

Palocchia breathes like thunder, and a breath of darkness reappears around him, gradually covering his body. But at this moment, there is no gap for Palocchia to look for a thousand nights to settle, and in front of him, the dreams and the sword are constantly attacking.

Thousands of nights frowned, I didn't expect such a shot, but it only hurt the owner of Maysfield, did not make him lose his power, the Dark Lord is strong indeed.

At this time, Palocchia has been weakened continuously. This is the perfect time, except that there is no more Dawn Enlightened Force Bullet in the hands of Thousand Nights.

The warplanes passed away in an instant, thinking flawlessly at night, injecting the nascent force of chaos into the dragon's burial and turning it into an unprecedented burst of force.

Without the luxurious power or the chilling smell of chestnut, it has a slightly strange smell that penetrates the darkness and does not enter Paloccia's body.

Parochia stayed for a while and suddenly the darkness surrounded her suddenly disappeared as much as the snow. His face changed dramatically and he shouted and he actually smelled some angry crossing. Then a roar struck Palocchia directly through the mountain belly and disappeared into the fire under the night.

Parochia escaped?

Howard can hardly believe his eyes.