Monarch of Evernight

After the first Atua fighters detonated themselves, several more Atua fighters detonated themselves, each of them hitting the dead zone hard after the detonation, opening a deeper path for subsequent comrades.

Not every Atua fighter has a crystal inside him, only those fighters with obvious strengths have a crystal, and only they have the ability to self-destruct. These conspicuously better fighters are at the forefront and will not hesitate to blow themselves up until they have difficulty moving forward, gaining room for their comrades in the rear for a few meters or even a meter.

A round of self-destruct shocks moved Palocchia, and that high dead zone was shaken.

It has to be said that the Artua warriors have found the most powerful way to use their power, which is to blow themselves up. Only self-destruct can avoid enormous equipment and tactical disadvantages. It's just this way, too sad.

Atua fighters in the attack did not feel that all eyes were focused on Paloccia. They went back and forth just to pave the road to Paloccia with flesh and blood.

It's just, what happens when you get to Palocchia?

“What else can we do?” After the initial shock, all that remained was a grin on the face of the Lord of Maysfield.

Between the turns, there are only a hundred fighters left to fight, none of whom can self-destruct. Without the impact of the self-destruct, Palocchia's dead zone became irresistible again, and many Atua fighters quickly faded away their colours.

Once again, the demonic strongman, who has been waiting for him, harvested the lives of the remaining Atuwa fighters with the power of the dead domain. For a while, the dead zone became a ruthless slaughterhouse.

At this time, the nearest Atua fighter is 30 meters from Paloccia. It's a long way to go, but it's a long way to go.

“Brave ants, too, are still ants.” The demonic monarch made a cold, underground assertion.

The Demonic Powerful is harvesting his life, but suddenly it's dark in front of him, and two very tall figures almost cloud the sky! Two giant gods of war stormed the sky, fitting to smash against the demonic strongman of Palochia.

Most of these demonic strongmen come from the Mesfield family, and many also have fairly close blood ties to Palochia. They have been in battle for a long time and have had tremendous experience. Though loud, the giant gods of war that stormed the sky were all over their eyes.

These mighty men are extremely decisive. They are as powerful as electricity. In between moments, the two great gods of war will cause countless more wounds everywhere.

With a single strike, several experienced demonic strongmen were not happy. Victory seemed too easy, and the great gods of war did not fight back, not even resist.

A Demonic glory Marquis' eyelids instantly saw the hand of the great god of war plunged into his chest. For a moment, his brain was completely blank and he lost his voice: “Hide! ”

Yet it is too late.

The two bloody storms instantly drowned everything and then formed two mushroom clouds in the dead domain, rising in a blast of clouds.

In such a miraculous scenario, all the demonic strongmen involved were torn to pieces and turned into part of a flesh storm. Even within a few dozen meters, the dead zone was swept away!

The blatant self-destruct of the two Grand Ducal Powers cannot be overstated. Just as Palocchia moved quickly, the last great god of war instantly appeared before the demonic monarch, sticking his hand into his chest.

However, a pale, elongated, bony hand rested on his wrist, and the hand of the great god of war stopped and could no longer penetrate. He has touched his crystal, but has always lost the power to crush it.

Parochia stared into the eyes of the nearby god of war and slowly said: "An ant is an ant. You think your sacrifice will make sense? As long as I stand, Maysfield will always be a Demonic Gate, even if it is the last of its kind. ”

The last great god of war barely opened his mouth, but there was no sound. His body was already stiff and he could barely turn his eyes to look around, watching as the flesh and blood of each other broke, and his eyes finally shed two tears.

Though the dead domain was shaken, Parochia's defenses were almost intact, and the great gods of war waited too long for the shocking blow expected.

This battle is still defeated.

Thousands of hands like rocks, the index fingerprint wire on the trigger does not move, it is never pressed down. At this time, it was the weakest time for Palocchia to die, but it was also the time for him to be most alert and physically protective. Even if he was hit, it would be difficult to inflict much damage on him, but next time there would be no similar opportunity.

Parochia suddenly looked up and laughed, “I knew it wouldn't be all that much. ”

A hidden figure appears in the air, falling at incredible speeds, straight to Paloccia!

Parochia's eyebrows suddenly emitted a grey air, like a very sharp grey blade, stumbling straight into the figure. The figure did not escape, but let the sharp and unmatched grey air pass through his eyebrows. He fell like a rainbow, holding a spear with his hands and inserting it on Paloccia's shoulder!

That's Sue.

Parochia lifted her eyes and looked to Suwen's beautiful, bright eyes with admiration: "You hurt me, very good! ”

Suvin's spear penetrated Palocchia's defensive field, pierced his shoulder armor, and approximated a finger in the flesh, that's all.

It has been a miracle to be able to harm the Lord of Mesfield and guard the power of the Holy Nation with Atuwa. But the war was lost. Originally, the two sides were unequal in strength and were able to fight to this point, arguably losing Judaism.

But Suvin didn't think so. She shouted, "Artuanin is dead!” Left hand lightning plunged into his chest and the flesh storm drowned Paloccia!

A moment later, the figure of the Lord of Maysfield reappeared, flesh and blood scattered around him, leaving nothing but empty spears on his shoulders, and the girl holding the spear, had disappeared.

None of the flesh drifts on Paloccia. As the Lord of Mesfield, it is a great disgrace to be touched by the flesh and blood of the original Aboriginal people.

Palocchia looked iron and blue, the continuous blow had completely provoked him, he was looking back, looking for those scumbags, suddenly felt something, a long hair suddenly flying!

In an instant, he turned around and looked back and saw a bullet surrounded by a pair of black wings slowly coming.

Palocchia couldn't pull the sword, but raised her hand and blocked the strange nuclear bomb. A burst of muffled noise in his ear penetrated directly into his palm at the expense of the disappearance of the black wings surrounding it.

The force bomb continued forward, penetrating Parrocchia into the field of defense at the bottom of the valley, piercing the chest armor, never stopping in the chest and penetrating from behind.

Palocchia's body suddenly swelled, as if it had blown air, several times larger than it should have been. But his face was grey and dark, and his swollen body was pressed back one by one, gradually returning to its original state.

Another burst, the wound on the back of his chest exploded and a burst of grey air erupted. These are the chaotic forces contained in the atomic bomb, forced out of the body by Parochia in an astonishing demonic atmosphere.

Looking at the slow fall of a chaotic force, Palocchia subconsciously reached out to pick it up, and when she got there, she realized that it was an amazing heavy force. Extremely heavy brings with it the ultimate sharpness, a strand of chaotic force that directly slices Palocchia's palm, falls to the ground and cuts a fine fissure in the ground, which disappears.

Palocchia's faceless expression suddenly swept up and flew to the distant sky.

He actually escaped, despite the fact that there were more than twenty surviving men.

It all happened so fast that when Palocchia rose to the clouds, Sushi shouted his heart and lungs out of his throat: "Don't!! ”

Thousands of nights also jumped and flashed, appearing directly in Palocchia's original location. It's just that he didn't expect the Lord of Maysfield to be so resolute that he didn't hesitate to just walk away and let a thousand nights of follow-up chase fall apart.

Thousands of nights turned up, looked closely at the clouds and quickly went away to Paloccia, not to chase, but to look at the everlasting strong who remained where they were.

All the Night Strong did not have time to react until the Thousand Nights appeared, and only a few understood what was happening. They turned around and fled, leaving no idea of a war behind. Even the Lord of Maysfield is gone. What are they, the Duke Marquis, doing here, dying?

Others who were always strong at night, though slow, reacted, breaking apart instantly.

It was a sudden surge, famous for thousands of nights, and these everlasting strong men instinctively chose to flee. The power of the Thousand Nights has long prevailed over the Duke and is a consensus. Moreover, his strikes are powerful, often with one blow to see life and death, and against the thousand nights, defeat is death, with little room for survival.

It also turns the thousand nights into the most unwilling enemies in the minds of the strong of eternity. In contrast, even if the power of night vision is likely to be over a thousand nights, they are more willing to face night vision.

Though it is clear to the strong of eternal night that if they stay and fight with all their might, they will lose a thousand nights. But losing a thousand nights does not prevent you from harvesting a few lives before you lose. The Forever Night Strong are long lived, and no one wants the bad luck to be themselves.

Seeing the strong as birds and beasts scattered, there was a thousand nights of abdominal cases, shadows like a movie, traveling back and forth, and in a blink of an eye, seven or eight strong people were slaughtered. The rest of the strong take the opportunity to escape.

The battle was settled. He returned to his place at night and saw Su Shi sitting on his knees in the middle of the battlefield, holding a mixture of flesh and blood in his hands and trembling all over his body.

He had this earth in his hand, and I don't know whose flesh he mixed. There must have been Susan, and there were three great gods of war, and those who were strong. They were enemies of the dead, and when they died, they were one, and I was among you, and it was hard to tell one from another.

Hearing the footsteps of the thousand nights, Su Shi looked up and shouted: “Why don't you go after the Dark Devil? ”

A thousand nights in silence, he said, “This is war. ”