Monarch of Evernight

The tower has been built more than 100 metres, and at least a dozen forever strong people have gathered on the site. Several of them should be earthly in full-body armor, wearing full-closed masks, while the rest are stronger than marquis.

These strong men, although small in number, have made incredible progress together. For example, the giant pot, more than 10 meters in diameter, was moved directly to the top of the tower and installed at once. At this moment, someone reinforced the tower base, a quadrilateral stone weighing more than a dozen tons, which was mentioned by the two strong men and easily placed in the designated position.

It is not the flame of eternal flame that is in charge here, but the old acquaintance of the thousand nights, Lord of Maysfield.

Instead of rushing back into the forest at night, it is simply an observation point built on a particularly tall ancient tree to keep an eye on the actions of the Dark Race. So many strong people, there's always someone out there alone.

The next day, the tower was basically built and equipped, with several strong men carrying exploration equipment on their backs, and seemingly ready to explore all kinds of mineral resources around.

This team has two spider demons and two werewolves each, led by a deputy Duke of Demon Descent.

Thousand Nights estimated the strength contrast and felt that hunting this unit, though a little strenuous, still had a chance to take it. It's just a little hard not to freak out the Lord of Maysfield, have to fight fast and not be too loud.

However, they were not going to be wiped out by the night, so long as they seized the opportunity to sneak out a few, even if it didn't matter if they were escaped half the time, they always bled out the council of perpetual nights.

The plot was made, and the thousand nights jumped from the ancient trees and were about to dive into the area to which the exploration team was headed, and suddenly the mind moved as if an eye had swept over him.

A thousand nights stands still instantly.

He has been running blood lurking, almost like a stone in the perception of the strong. But if a rock can still fly at high speeds, it can't be said.

It's just that a thousand nights of self-awareness has become the world's highest standard, and few strong people come close without being noticed. It is rare that this sight appears without any sign, but it is not noticed a thousand nights in advance.

Slowly turning his head for a thousand nights, his eyes are not deep enough to see the bottom, and he has converged all his active sensing abilities, all in passive exploration, receiving only, not active scanning.

This way it works, and it's caught in the forest all night, and something just flickers away.

Volcanic forces erupted all night, suddenly bursting into the shadow with a whistle. How fast he was, he did his best at this moment, instantly crossed the kilometer, and a faint figure appeared in the field of vision.

The creature seemed shocked, bouncing off a tree, bouncing between giant trees. He was like a leather ball, shooting at a giant tree, bouncing off to another, like repeated refraction, fast and impotent.

The shadow of the thousand nights flashed, pushing the blank flashing with the force of chaos, so that we can keep up with that shadow, no chase.

Now it's clear that it's a humanoid creature, but hands and feet are extraordinarily long and the joints seem to bend bi-directionally. He even has a pair of short wings behind him that allow him to glide around in the air for a short time while ejecting, making him more agile.

He was fast, even in the Duke of Everlasting Night, and made the chase a little hard. In addition, his breath is strange, almost integrated with the entire forest, and has similarities to the thousands of nights of blood lurking, which can be difficult to find by perception once out of sight.

It was with the poverty of a thousand nights that he refused to disappear from view. The closer they get, the more dozens of meters they look at, and one outbreak a thousand nights can get behind him.

At this moment, a strong sense of danger suddenly appeared in the mind of the thousand nights. On one side of his body, he flew up gently, and his whole body exhibited an extremely strange trajectory.

A dark shadow flew silently through the original position of a thousand nights, instantly shooting through more than a dozen giant trees, which disappeared. The tens of giant trees stood still for a moment and suddenly exploded in the middle, bombarding and bursting, forming a hundred metres long corridor in the moment.

In the blink of an eye, it was a long spear, a wooden handle stone tip, bound with a rope to secure the spear tip, pristine and rudimentary. It was such a spear that it cast enough power to strike the Marquis, even a thousand nights, not wanting to be hit.

Thousands of nights look in the direction of the spear and wait.

Slowly emerged from the woods a tall figure, very similar to the kind of human creature tracked by the thousands of nights, but much bigger, five meters tall, surrounded by light dark fog.

Seeing him, his pupils narrowed at night. The dark fog around him was not a natural phenomenon, but rather a dark force that was concentrated to the extreme. The dark forces in the inner world are a little active and extremely difficult to harness. But in this human creature, what we see at night is dark forces cheering, subjugating.

The ability of the Force to produce this life-like reaction has always been the hallmark of kings and kings. Their control of the Force is close to what they want, and they are able to manipulate the Force to produce phenomena that, in the eyes of bystanders, amount to life in the Force.

And this giant is different in front of the thousand nights, and the forces around him really have their own lives, spontaneously listening to every command of the giant. This makes every move of the giant powerful, even a primitive spear can throw the power of a near-famous gun.

Face the giant head-on, there is still a constant sense of danger at night. He glanced at the giant with a slight glance and his heart rose.

The giant was too big and powerful, and the restraint of the eyes in control had little effect on him. But the power field of view that comes with the eyes of the master allows us to see the direction of the giant's power at night. Only when the force is so active, the use of the force's field of view is limited.

The forces of life spontaneously react, and these reactions are unpredictable. Because of this, every time the King of Heaven attacks, there will be a pen from God, and it will be elusive. As for the Supreme Three of the Holy Mountains, it is legendary that they can all give the Force near real life, so raise your hands, the power can fall into the sea, or the wind can soften as the spring breeze brings the willow.

The giant in front of him already has a little taste of the supremacy of the Holy Mountain, which, although caused by the special forces of the inner world, can also be regarded as the supremacy of a comprehensively shrunken version.

On the other hand, the giant is extremely poorly equipped and wears more leather pants than armor. The weapon is the original spear, with two more on its back, and the one in its hand has been thrown out.

It is not the King of Heaven who does not need to be equipped, even the supreme of the Holy Mountain, or even the people of Taizu Wuzu, the equipment is equally important. It's just that the number of pieces of equipment that can match their power has become very small.

This giant's equipment is so small, it's almost as good as none, and his battle power is equally well discounted. Conservatively, it is estimated that if he is equipped with the finest equipment in the Everlasting Empire, his battle power will increase by at least 34%.

Giants are the best targets at the moment and can familiarize you a little bit in advance with what it feels like to be supreme. In addition, there is considerable interest in the natural life of the Caspian world. This giant is the perfect breakthrough.

Seeing the thousand nights did not retreat, the giant obviously became angry, and he leaned over and looked at the thousand nights like a kitten, growling at what the thousand nights could not understand.

In response, the sword of green and gold was pulled out at night.

Though the language is incomprehensible to both parties, the meaning of a thousand nights of action does not require language to be understood. The giant roared and was so angry that he pulled the spear out of his back and put it in a battle position.

Thousands of nights with swords and fingers, unspeakable. However, as long as his opponent is familiar with it, the moment of immobility is the most dangerous time of the thousand nights, and no one knows when he will initiate the flickering of the void. Often, at the moment of the opponent's attack, a thousand nights will flash through the attack in a void, straight to the opponent's weakness.

The giant obviously didn't know that, and the surrounding forces were stormy and brewing an offensive.

Suddenly, he spread a pair of black wings behind him!

The wings aren't quite as big as the giant's body. But these wings give a sense of familiarity. At the dawn of the thousand nights, the giant wings stirred, and suddenly appeared in front of the thousand nights!

The giant's speed is close to flashing. The sky can't even flash at night. The two spears have stopped the waist from flashing.

In haste, the blue and gold blood sword was erected in front of him for a thousand nights, hard blocking the double spear.

Sword spears cross, and a thousand nights feel an unspeakable surge of power, like a mountain pressed down with its head. Huge pressure, blue and gold sword bent, hands trembling slightly at night.

Giants have unimaginable forces of terror, and even far beyond what their body size can accommodate, are just some of the biggest beasts. Similar forces, only Sosa, the Werewolf King, experienced himself at night.

The enemy was unexpectedly strong, but the thousand nights were not the thousand nights of the year. His heart burst with war, a roar, his feet on the ground, the Chaotic Force for a moment covered a hundred meters square circle, which is the equivalent of a hundred meters of land around him becoming a standing place for a thousand nights. He roared again, his body transformed by the Chaotic Force erupted with great force, he was born to attack the giant, and then fought back, touching all the forces that attacked him back.

Giant spears bounced voluntarily, bending their arms backwards to a strange angle. If normal people or other dark races had bent their arms and broken their joints, many of the world's biological joints, including giants, would have enjoyed great freedom.

The spears were overwhelmed by two massive clamps, and a bang blew into two segments. The giant's entire body was thrown out, heavily smashed to the ground and slipped out hundreds of meters, clearing vast open spaces between the forests.

Dry giants on the front, fast and unspeakable in the heart of a thousand nights, the accumulation of days is empty. He looked at the golden sword in his hand and thought.

This sword is the sword of the Dark Gospel Howard. It is an excellent sword. It has a higher rank than Dongyue, which blends Cape Hee, and is currently the only weapon capable of assuming the power of chaos at night. The only thing that's missing in beauty is a little light, and it's a little out of hand.

Thousands of nights feel that with their current strength, they don't have to put a few tons of swords, as if they can't be said.