Monarch of Evernight

The giant looked at the thousand nights and looked at the broken spear in his hand, and his eyes were incredible. He had no idea that a thousand nights without his legs would be so great.

Whatever he thinks, he thins like an ant at night, and it's humiliating to be interrupted by an ant.

He lifted his huge palm, shot it again, and shot it halfway, which reminded me of something wrong.

But it was too late, with the giant palm falling, an extra protuberance immediately appeared on the back of his hand, just like it was on a nail. His back skin was stretched to the extreme and then broke open, the blood fog blew up, a sword burst out and swords swept up at night.

The Green Golden Blood Sword is incredibly sharp and has been quenched by Howard with blood gas for many years and is indestructible. The giant's two thick trunky spears fell unharmed. The giant's palm skin was harder than the special wood of the inner world, so the result of a thousand nights of shooting was to pierce his hand.

A thousand nights circled in the air, flashing instantly behind the giant, fitting behind the giant's waist like a force bullet. If the giant was hit by a void giant, he flew straight out. But it reacted extremely quickly, spreading its black wings behind it, stopping weirdly in the air, then slipping its back leg and kicking it off at night.

A thousand nights flying 100 meters this time, crashing down many different trees before stopping.

Exchange of blows between the two sides was quite traumatic. Giant eyes have long lost their contempt and arrogance, replacing them with shock and weight.

And the gaze of the thousand nights fell on his wings. The black wings, though short, seem to manipulate a little bit of space to allow giants to make all sorts of fantastic moves in the air.

Looking at these black wings, there is an unknown sense of familiarity.

The giant landed and kept looking at his back. There's an extra blood hole right now, bleeding outward like a fountain. An animal leather coat in the district can't stop the sharp edge of the blue gold blood sword.

After climbing out of the ground for a thousand nights and moving his body, he put away the blue and gold sword and snagged his finger at the giant.

Although the language is incomprehensible, this provocative gesture is common to all communities. The giant had some hesitation. He was furious at the sight and shouted and pounced.

This time the sword was not used for a thousand nights, waved the fist to welcome up. Both sides suddenly had a great battle, boxing to the flesh, killing them in the dark.

I don't know how long it took to beat him. He drank a thousand nights, grabbed a giant's long leg, and threw him all round, like a heavy hammer, smashing a dozen meters of crater into the ground and lifting a dust. The blow was so hard that it threw the giant out of hand at night.

The giant rolled over, not knowing how many giant trees had been broken until it stopped hundreds of meters away. He struggled to get up, but he tried several times, all planted back.

Thousands of nights are slightly pale, and this meat beat is consumed by pure force. But his breath began to climb so fast that he walked toward the giant. With a body condensed by chaotic forces, the power of a thousand nights of continuous warfare is unmatched.

Thousands of nights without a sword, he wants to capture this giant alive. The giant is obviously an intelligent creature, and although the language is incomprehensible, it always finds a way to communicate. When the power is strong enough, it can also be communicated directly in a will-sensitive manner. With this giant, the secrets of the world will be revealed in half.

Seeing the giant's ending set, the night suddenly felt the threat of a needle puncture. He stopped immediately and looked to the left and right.

There was an unusual sound of sand in the forest, and gradually, countless shadows appeared. It's a creature similar to the target of the Thousand Nights, like a shrinking giant.

This time, Thousand Nights finally saw them.

They were about two metres tall, and the excessively long hands and feet and the tiny body were stitched together to look a little funny. Most of them were covered in animal leather armor and had spears in their hands or firearms. Weapons and armour are just as primitive and simple as giants use them.

These little one guys all have two protrusions behind them, and they don't seem to have fully developed wing wings.

They are very fast, despite their modest weapons, and with their speed, spear punctures and shooting flights become extremely powerful, even for thousands of nights. When their numbers reach a certain level, they become extremely threatening.

And at this moment, there are at least hundreds of them in front of the thousand nights.

When they appeared, they did not attack immediately, but whimpered. There were fierce and unscrupulous eyes, waving the weapons in their hands to the thousands of nights, waiting for the number to increase before pushing them one step at a time.

Some of the bigger and stronger ones simply pull out a miserable white dust powder from the leather bag between their waists and apply it directly to their faces. This powder has a strong, stinky odor, and even if it doesn't stand close at night, it feels like it's coming.

They applied white powder and seemed to think they should be scared at night, and they were fast approaching.

Thousands of nights just don't know what these original warriors of the world meant. Do they think they can smoke themselves away with the stench? There is no problem with not breathing for the most part of the day. It is not impossible to do so for a longer period of time. Just swallow the Force.

Though Thousand Nights doesn't understand what the stench is, the number of opponents is really high.

His eyes approached each other within 100 meters, his eyes flashed with light, and suddenly one scintillation burst into the samurai, one holding one of the samurai in his hand, and then flashed continuously, disappearing into the distant sky.

The samurai suddenly became chaotic and desperately chased in the direction of departure for thousands of nights, ignoring even the unharmed giants on the ground. However, how fast the sky flashes at night, it disappears without a trace.

The samurai below say that they refuse to give up anything and chase it desperately, even if they don't know where the thousand nights are, they chase it constantly.

Half a day later, a thousand nights appeared in a natural cave, throwing the samurai in his hand on the ground. He was motionless, paralyzed to the ground, his eyes closed.

“Come on, don't play dead. I know you're awake.” Thousand Nightways. When he speaks, he is accompanied by a direct impact of consciousness, so long as the other person is an intelligent race, he can broadly understand the meaning of the statement. This is the means of communication between the Empire and the Night Strong in the face of the unknown intelligent race, first learned from the Vacant Beast.

The samurai actually understood the words of the thousand nights, was shocked, bounced off the ground, directly onto the top of the cave, hands and feet of the joint reversed, so hanging himself on the top of the cave.

The thousand nights are a little impatient: “Come down, don't say this is a cave, it's a forest outside, I want to catch you, you can't escape. ”

The tension and will of the samurai slowly eased, falling from the top of the cave, bowing all over his body, maintaining a state of constant escape, albeit pointless.

He stared at the night and suddenly said, "What do you want… to do? ”

Thousands of nights are amazing, and I didn't expect this guy to use his will to communicate. He clearly speaks the language of his clan, but is fluent in his expression, and is no longer under a thousand nights in terms of the secret of communication alone.

Such secrets can only be mastered by the stronger than the Duke. And in front of a thousand nights, this guy's combined strength is barely the Marquis. In other words, he possesses a very high level of communication secrets and is still secretly handed down throughout the night.

But since we can communicate, that's fine. Sitting in front of him at night, he said, "I want to know everything here. Like where you are, who you are, how you usually live, why the sun is black, and so on. ”

This series of problems was obviously too complicated. The samurai's eyebrows twisted together and gave a painful expression, his hands held his head, and finally understood the meaning of the thousand nights.

“Here, here...” He doesn't seem to know how to express it.

Think about it for a thousand nights and you'll see. For this native warrior, the inner world, like the eternal world of a thousand nights, is naturally there, to say what the characteristics are, rather than being able to say.

“Okay, let go of the question first. Who are you people? ”

“People?”

“Man is what we call ourselves. ”

He understood and said, "We are Artua, the Son of Darkness and Dawn. We have thirteen tribes, corresponding to thirteen stars between darkness and dawn. I am the son of a second tribe chief. ”

Walk out of the cave at night and look up into the sky. In the sky a round of dark sun hung high, just without the surrounding halos, so now it's night. It's just dark in the sky. How can there be half a star?

“What do you mean by stars?” Thousand Nights Ask.

“The stars are the stars, they only appear at night, emitting light, pointing the way for the lost traveler…" said the son of the chief of Atua.

Thousands of nights also understood that the son of the chief was talking about the stars in the usual sense. Of course, there are other titles and calligraphy in Atua, but in the secret of communication of will, it will translate itself into a meaning that can be understood at a thousand nights, and there is no significant deviation.

Thousands of nights I looked out into the hole and still didn't see any stars in the sky. If you look at the dark red pupils that are characteristic of the Atuans, you start switching between different visions.

But no matter what the force spectrum is switched to, no star is found in the night sky, just a black sun overwhelming everything, where the unseen rays of force are constantly emitted.

Thousand nights without looking, he took the son of the chief directly to the hole and pointed to the night sky. “Where are the stars? ”

The son of the chief pointed to his head and said strangely: "Of course the stars are in our hearts. Why did you go to heaven to find them? ”

“In your hearts?” A thousand nights of hidden anger gushes.

“Of course, where else could it be without us?” The Son of the Sheikh is not afraid, but takes it for granted, "he said." The Thirteen Holy Stars are very far from our world, invisible, but if you feel them with all your heart, you can sense their existence. ”

Go ahead, he added: “Tribes of different bloodlines can perceive holy stars differently. ”