Monarch of Evernight

Su Wen recovered from the dizziness after a long time, shocked: “The Great War God did not see your true strength that day! ”

Thousand Nights said: "You mean the big guy? Naturally, that's not true. I'm not going to kill it, I'm just going to play. ”

Instead, Sue revealed her surprise and became resolute. “Okay! We will cut the Dark Devil's field of defense, at least to a considerable extent. It's up to you. ”

“I don't have a problem with that," said Thousand Nights. "But have you thought about it? What if it doesn't work? ”

Su Shi looked worried, while Su Wen shouted: “That's nothing! Big deal, our Guardian Saint is with it! Even if we give in, can we get him out of the Holy Mountain? ”

When Su Shi realized it, he also said: "That's true! Besides, he killed so many of us, we couldn't give in anyway. Artua will never yield! ”

"Next brother will stay with you as your assistant," said Su Wen. I'm going to assemble the people now! ”

Su Wen turned around and left, but Su Shi grabbed her and said, “What are you going to do? ”

“Not yet. But in any case, I will fulfill my people's promises. ”

Looking at Su Wen's big step away, Su Shi seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't stop her.

Thousand Nights understands that Sushi is left beside himself, and actually has the intention of supervising and supervising. But he doesn't care, either. It's just an opportunity to learn more about the real world, about Artua. He doesn't feel that the so-called alien bloodline can bring himself close to Atuwa.

Though a thousand nights find himself in hidden proximity to the Atuwa, this does not make him let go of caution.

Palocchia is still moving forward, the wounds of the earth are still widening, and the grey black of death is like a tidal wave, spreading. Thousand Nights and Su Shi carefully lurked behind the demonic monarch. Soon, Thousand Nights saw the arrangement of Su Wen.

In front of Palocchia, three giants stood side by side, surrounded by more than 300 Artua elite fighters. All the Artua fighters were waiting in a tight line, with anger in their eyes, staring closely at Paloccia.

Artua's lineup was stronger than ever, but the thousand nights frowned. He had learned from Sushikou about the militarization of the Atuwa tribe. The giant, also known as the great god of war, is a warrior of the tribe who has chosen a special talent, and has been cultivated since childhood. When he grows up, he will be much more in shape and strength than his own people.

There is an intrinsic difference between the power of the Great War God and ordinary Atuwa fighters, but there is no difference in the way they fight. After all, they are essentially the equivalent of enlarged Artua fighters.

The cultivation of the great gods of war is expensive and requires special talents, so the number is scarce. More importantly, the great gods of war must be cultivated by generations from the ordinary Atuans to the great gods of war, who also lose their fertility.

Limitations dictate that there will not be too many Gods of War. The extent of the Great Warrior God directly determines the status of the tribes in the tribe.

Taking a sigh of relief to three great gods of war and equipping them with more than three hundred warriors is a great pen indeed. However, knowing the strength of both parties for thousands of nights, it is not at all felt that the three Grand Dukes who inject water with their strength can compete with the demonic monarch.

Three hundred Artua warriors are many, but Paloccia also brought more than thirty strong men. With the help of these men, it is not easy for the Atuwa to do something. If it's a sneak attack, it's better to put up a head-on battle.

The night was silent, and he slowed down: "Aren't there stronger men in your tribe? ”

“The Great Warrior is our most powerful warrior.” Sushi Road.

“Then let Suvin retreat. It's all about dying.” Thousand Nightways.

“We guard the promises made by the Holy Nation, and they will be fulfilled in any event!” Sushi unexpectedly insisted.

Not much more, silently approaching the battlefield. For a long time, the Thousand Nights thought that there should be more Hidden Powers among the Atuwa, at least one level higher than the Great War God. But now, by contrast, I'm afraid we can only pray for miracles.

Faced with the battlefield of Artua, Paloccia's face showed disappointment, slowing down: “Is that it? ”

The centered god of war is old. Faced with Parochia, he stepped out of the battlefield and growled: “Today, here, is the place to destroy the Dark Devils' burial places! ”

“Why should he destroy the Dark Devil?” A thousand nights from afar ask casually.

“He destroys everything and uses the power of the dark force, which is only used by the devil. That's why we told him to destroy the Dark Devil.” Sushi explained.

Thousands of nights roughly understood. There are few words in the Atua language, and just one word can describe everything. As far as demons are concerned, they are the characters in the legend of their clan who want to destroy the whole world. The inactive dark force is the source of all evil in Atuwa's eyes, giving birth to a life of immense evil. Such forces can only be used after purification, that is, when they become active dark forces, or simply become blood gas, they become good or orthodox dark forces.

It is impossible to comment on the simple and primitive view of good and evil in Artua. After a few sentences, however, Sushi was clearly not nervous at the beginning. Tap him on the shoulder for a thousand nights and say, "You'll be in danger. You stay here. ”

“No, I'm with you.” Sushi is very determined.

Not to mention the thousand nights, move quickly towards the battlefield and seize a favourable position. Su Shimmer follows, and can keep up with thousands of nights, plus the natural cover of active force, not afraid to be discovered by Palocchia for a moment.

In the middle of the battlefield, Palocchia's disappointment became more and more obvious, sighing, "If you can't give me a new surprise, you can all die here. ”

Nor was he seen using his weapon, not even doing much, just flying over to the battlefield of Artua, where the grey and black realm pressed directly against his opponent.

The Lord of Maysfield wants to solve his opponents by doing everything in his field, saving him even his hands.

The front-line Atua warriors did not shy away, and the individual seemed to be burning a pale black flame, rushing into the realm of Paloccia and rushing towards the demonic monarch.

Parochia shook her head slightly, "Stupid. ”

As soon as the Atua fighter enters the field, like rushing into a sticky oil, the movement slows down several times, like moving forward in slow motion. Although the distance between the two sides is less than 100 metres, it will take quite some time to reach Palocchia at the rate of the tortoise of the Atua fighters.

The black fire burned on the Atua fighters, encountered the grey and black magic, and quickly dimmed, and was extinguished. Once the black fire was extinguished, they immediately became painful, and several fighters voluntarily threw down their weapons, strangled their hands and gasped desperately. But no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't breathe a breath of air. They fell to the ground in the blink of an eye, their bodies twisted a few times, and they stopped moving.

They burn black fires, which are actually the active dark forces that control them. Normal Artua fighters are also able to manipulate the active dark forces to a limited extent, thus reaching the threshold of the eternal glory of the Marquis and the Imperial God in advance.

The field of burning black fires and Palochia can barely be fought and not directly crushed, but the difference in the number of forces between the two sides is too great. Under consumption, the Atuwa fighters could not hold up first and fell.

The warriors who led the way into the field were also extremely determined and rushed to Paloccia with pain. However, the demonic monarch did not look at them, and naturally several of his subordinates rushed out from both sides, killing the brave fighters.

The three great gods of war who were still calmly watching were all shocked at this moment and their faces became incredibly ugly.

Paloccia's field is the dead domain, everyone knows that. In the past, even other demonic strongmen did not dare to go into his realm at will, let alone close to themselves. This time, however, several Marquises of Demonic descent, all dressed in special armor, with intricate and beautiful lines of the array of forces above them, shed light and isolated the realm power of Palochia.

How can you fight when there is close protection next to the Demonic Monarch, who was already working very hard in Palochia's dead zone?

Drop the dragon burial for a thousand nights and say: "Wait for the next chance. ”

“But they went forward, it was the holy mountain...” Su Shi was in a hurry and held on for a thousand nights.

He looked at him calmly at night and said, "No, but... If this battle continues, your tribes will die, and not necessarily succeed. That is, they will be slaughtered. ”

Su Shi's hands trembled and slowly let go. Between the glory of Mount Holy and the life of his people, he really didn't know how to choose.

On the battlefield, the three great gods of war looked at each other. As the supreme force of the Atuwa tribe, their wisdom is also far superior to that of ordinary Atuwa fighters.

The centered god of war instantly made up his mind, lifting his fists and smashing them to the ground, then a thunderous roar!

As a result of the roar, the black flames on all Atua fighters soared and the flames soared.

The warriors saw resoluteness and fanaticism in their eyes, shouting high and high, like a furious lion, rushing towards Paloccia.

Palocchia lifted her left hand slightly, singing in a singing voice: "There are no more ants to stop the giants. ”

As his left hand collapsed, the power of the dead domain rose again, and several of the Atua warriors who had rushed into the dead domain instantly faded away, unable to land.

Yet more Atua fighters were stirred up by the death of their peers and rushed back into the dead zone. Some of the strongest fighters rushed to the forefront, while others followed them, forming a shock formation, with the determination to die, to the demonic monarch.

But the power of terror in the dead is not a substitute for will. The greatest pressure was also borne by the warriors at the forefront, who were shaken by the blazing black fire and then extinguished. Without the black fire, they have to use flesh to resist the erosion of the dead domain.

The warrior in front took a few more painstaking steps and suddenly burst into a high cloud roar, inserting his hand into his chest, holding a fist-sized crystal and crushing it!

As the crystal broke, the warrior's body swelled rapidly and then burst into flames, with a mixture of active forces pounding into the dead domain. In a moment, the grey and black of death fluctuated with uneasiness, shaking a layer of waves, and under severe impact, the deceased area around him was somewhat unstable.

The other Atua warriors sang a song of tragic battle, stepped over the flesh of the pioneers and continued to fight!