Monarch of Evernight

Howard was wearing a hood cape at this moment, and his face hidden in the darkness beneath his hat, he couldn't see his expression. But from his unnatural nuclear pulse, you can feel the mood at this moment.

“It's not war! It's extinction!” Howard suddenly growled.

They were thrown into the bodies of the fire, and there were many children, even babies. Any clan of blood that appears before parliamentary fighters will be massacred indiscriminately. Palocchia chose the ancient castle as a battlefield and intended to destroy directly the backbone of the entire Byrne clan. Even some parliamentary fighters were used to accompany them to this end.

From the outset, this war was not intended to leave any alive. The devil's intent is to destroy the Byrne bloodline permanently.

Had it not been for Night Eyes and Thousands of Nights, Howard would have fallen, and the Baynes, both internally and externally distressed, would have perished.

““ There are still a lot of traitors in your tribe, "said Night Eye." Do you want to spend some more time solving this? ”

Had it not been for these traitors, there would have been insufficient blood supply in the coffin, blood preparation would have been unusable, and Howard would have been unable to recover fully. Neither will they be able to destroy the liaison device and send the grave circumstances of the invasion of the clan castle to the Queen of the Night.

If the situation could not be fully judged by the presence of parliamentary forces at the Mora Castle of the Carton clan, Palocchia's attack on the Byne castle had even exceeded the threshold of jihad. Only in ancient times did the war between the Dark Races reach this level.

Howard suddenly seemed to be centuries-old and tired: “No need. After the war, if they were still alive, they would have understood that the demons had no intention of keeping them alive. Instead of wasting my time getting them out, I feel like I should think about why there are so many traitors. ”

As the sun sets again at twilight, the thin clouds in the sky soften the strong sun and then spill it on the earth.

The ancient castle of Middle is far away, but the rolling smoke column is still prominent. Howard's footsteps on the mountains slowed, and he couldn't help but look back before accelerating and catching up with the night eyes and the thousand nights ahead.

Habs walked into Emma City without looking up at the magnificent city building and the walls full of age.

Stepping onto the ancient streets of yellow sand, Hubbs senses a slight difference in the rules of the world around him, characteristic of all half-sided and small worlds.

Habs, who is only a prince and extremely young, has not had much experience in this area, and changes in the environment have had little effect on him, as well as leisure time to gauge the war cities ahead of him.

The city is typical of the state style of Upper Apenning, a flat small square behind the gates that was originally used for travelers to pause their horses, and is now filled with flat, black, floating boats like fish.

The floating boat was weird in shape, but the hull line was surprisingly smooth and beautiful, and the housing was completely sealed, not even finding where the fire was, as if it were an unarmed civilian boat.

Yet Hubbs saw a slight contraction in his pupils, a figure of the legendary Vacant Beast, but he could not yet see whether the floating boat in front of him was merely similar or was truly made of the Vacant Beast skeleton.

The two Grand Dukes, the one that Habs knew of the Devil, stood on the side ladder of the floating boat, was George of the Dark Abyss, and the Grand Duke of Spider-Man was a woman, and Habs had never heard of her.

When the two Grand Dukes saw Habs, they bowed down to salute him first. Habs had no expression on his face when he saluted him, but there was some confusion in his heart about the two respectful attitudes.

Then after Greetings from Grand Duke George and Habs, the Grand Duke introduced himself as Melina, one of the deputy heads of the Crystal Spider of the Behind Spiders Guard.

When Habs saw the Congressional observation of war in his cabin, Pretty Tic, the Nightmare, was no longer much surprised. The two met in a peaceful and courteous atmosphere.

The two Grand Dukes then briefly presented their reports.

When the townsfolk of the advance forces were heard to be the Duke of Doyle at the top of the crowd, Habs' heart moved slightly. The formation of the strong is not weak, even without the presence of the Great King, the power of the city of Emma is unclear, enough to fight a local war.

The previous Speaker's reference to the limited strength should have been to the absence of any artillery ash units at all. Habs pondered the words in the briefing, and it now appears that the task assigned to him by Parliament is quite normal. It is simply not normal for the Demon Emperor himself to come and ask him to give Parliament a mandate.

After listening, Pretty Tick nods his head and turns to Hubbs, "The half-sided jump will be ready in 15 minutes. Would you like to check around town first? ”

Hubbs shook his head and said, "No need.” He is sitting in a very relaxed position, leaning deeply against the back of the chair, although not yet rude, and not particularly in line with the formalities of this semi-formal setting.

Pretty Tick glanced at him and spoke to the two Grand Dukes, and they walked out the door.

“Don't you really want to see how Emma City works and operates? ”

After only two people were left in the room, Habssoppy leaned her head against the back of the chair and closed her eyes. Listen to Pretty Tic ask a question and faintly reply: “Speaker says I can command? ”

“Yeah!”

“Well, I'll be in command then. ”

Pretty Tickton couldn't help laughing, but he saw that Habs was not weary under cover, and he couldn't help but flash a little worry in his eyebrows, "Are you hurt well in the new world? ”

“It doesn't matter, I'm just a little tired. ”

Pretty Tick was silent, and he knew that Habs had actually been called in early, spent three days on the nearby island of Sepule, serving as deputy to the Speaker of Parliament and dealing with a great deal of recent military service from the New World.

It's just called a place of miracles. It's not that easy.

The Eternal Palace and its annexed islands are already at the top of the world, with forces, void pressures, and the influence of the Holy Mountains making it impossible to operate normally below the Count. Parliaments are therefore placed here in special buildings and high-ranking institutions.

Habs hasn't left the island one step in three days. He shouldn't have had such an obvious effect on his rank, but his injuries in the new world were not easy. He also fought in the Holy Tree Forest, which inevitably caused some damage.

After a moment of silence in the room, Pretty Tick suddenly found Habs breathing smoothly and breathing relatively faintly, falling asleep.

Pretty Tick stays here, laughs bitterly, and should we interpret this as Habs still has a piece of faith in him? Or is it understood as a silent protest and indifference? Pretty Tick's body was restrained from where it was, leaving space for Hubbs alone.

A moment later, the whole city swayed and the city of Emma began to make the transition.

More than a dozen Dark Race battleships were silently hovered in the void outside the fringes of the Peak Continent.

The flagship of this fleet is a Duke ship, and its shape shows that its owner is a werewolf. Half of the remaining battleships were marked with cross stained bloodstained swords, which were the direct units of Parliament, and the other half in different styles, apparently a combined fleet of ethnic groups.

On the flagship, Duke Doyle, the werewolf, with a Force pistol, is servicing a barrel with a thick fist. He looked relaxed, as if he were not in the middle of a battlefield, but enjoying a rare vacation time.

The door was knocked, the deputy came in with a stack of reports and did not pass them on to Doyle. Instead, the latest developments were read out loud, as was customary.

Doyle kept quiet and listened quietly, and the deputy kept saying it down until it was over.

Doyle nodded, "Fine, they're doing quite a job this time. ”

The deputy was a werewolf count, and he said, “There are no decent strong men in those two provinces, Johnny. If they can't even do this, let's retire to their homes! But, my lord, Da Qin Zhao's valves are too close to each other. Shall we lay a line of defense first? To keep them out of it? ”

Doyle looked at one of the forces on the table at hand and laughed: "No, as planned, when the time comes, regardless of the outcome, we need to retrieve all the troops. Remember my orders to take them all back. In 15 minutes, the adults will be here. ”

Count Werewolf doesn't understand every word Doyle says, but he does know how to obey. The Count of the Werewolves repeated Doyle's order loudly and, after receiving Doyle's instructions, withdrew from the room.

Doyle lowered his head and continued to wipe the barrel in his hand.

The fleet leaned against a battleship with a blood Marquis in the Grand Second Class, who looked more relaxed than Doyle and was reading an ancient book of sheepskin alone.

All of a sudden, he raised his head with a feeling and saw someone in the room quietly appearing sometime.

Marquis Linnard looked surprised, but nothing changed except to sit up lightly with his hands and feet straight and then stand up very lightly. Deeply bow before the projection of his descendants, or elders.

Then Leonard pulled out a mixture of blood crystals and crystals, releasing a simple force matrix of short-acting isolated sounds.

Habs was happy with his response and nodded, "What's going on in the family these past few days? ”

"After you and the Speaker left, we were also called to Parliament's Black Day Sword Holder Base the following day," Leonard said. ”

Habs thought about it and asked a question that was irrelevant to his eyes, "You practiced recently, can you see the Holy River? ”

Leonard said honestly: "Except the last time I didn't know who was going to advance, the Holy River appeared, and it hasn't been there since. If you are around, you will occasionally see the shadow of the Holy River, but you will not be able to touch it or respond. ”

Hubbs nodded: "Next, when you have the chance to perform a ground mission, just get out of line, don't go to any bloodland, and find a neutral place to stay. ”

Leonard's face changed, but he didn't ask, "Aren't you coming with me? ”

Hubbs glanced slightly, “I can't. ”

"You, like me, don't belong there," said Leonard. ”

“But they are all descendants of Sameer.” Habs looked softly at the youth-like lineage in front of him, stubborn in his mouth, and the childhood he had just found.

Leonard asks, "Is it the council, or is the demons already aware of the Lost Paradise lab? ”

"Forget it completely, it has nothing to do with you," said Habs. ”

Leonard was silent again, and after a while, he said, "Okay, Father, as you wish.” Then kneeling on one knee in front of Hubbs, whether or not to make a move, as if it were a last courtesy.

Hubbs' hand touched the young marquis' forehead, followed by a slight sigh. When Habs' projection left, Leonard raised his head and stared at a drop of blood that the elder had left in his palm.