Monarch of Evernight

Through the mother tree, she stared at Medanzo at night, almost uncontrollably. Why did Medanzo suddenly enter the inner world, whether the blood clan outside has been thoroughly subdued, and whether there will be strong blood clans to secretly contact the Queen of the Night is no longer a matter of concern to the Thousand Nights.

All he knows is, since Medanzo's here, don't ever leave again.

Perhaps a great opportunity for Medanzo to enter at a time when Palocchia was badly hit by a thousand nights of sneak attacks, and the central power of the Duke of Parliament, the Marquis, was severely lost, leaving him with very little manpower to use.

At this moment, there is not even a Duke with Medanzo, the most powerful being only the Marquis of Glory, but also the bloodline. Either blood family will be suppressed to death by a thousand nights of dark gold, and ten percent of the battle force will not be able to play 70%.

Though the intention was to kill, the night quickly calmed down. How could Medanzo fail? He is also a centuries-old monarch. There must be many means to save his life. In addition, if he raised his hand, he would be very powerful, and if he touched it firmly at night, he would be seriously injured on the spot.

Just like Palocchia, a thousand nights knows you only have one shot. Otherwise, it won't hit, and Medanzo won't necessarily be hiding anywhere.

Elder Munro also watched it through the consciousness of the mother tree. When he saw Medanzo, he was clearly in shock and asked, "Is this also the destruction of the Dark Devil? ”

In Atuwa's semantics, destruction is essentially the distinctive title of the Eternal Night King. Only a monarch can defeat the Atua tribe and destroy it.

“I'm afraid… yes. ”

It is not good to know this news, especially for the many elite Monroe tribes that have just lost their lives.

Unexpectedly, the elder was silent and said: "If his goal is still the Holy Mountain, then our patron of the Holy Nation will pay all the price to keep him outside the Holy Mountain! ”

“I'll do my best to help you, but it'll take at least three days.” Such a commitment can only be given at a thousand nights.

“If he's not close to the Holy Mountain, then it's not a problem. If he comes towards the Holy Mountain, we'll try to give you three days. ”

After a thousand nights of silence, thinking that the Atuans still needed to know more about the truth, he said: "I need three days to prepare a weapon that will make it possible for this demolished demon to sleep in Atua's land forever. Without it, I'd have to hit him hard at most, and he'd run away, feed his wounds, and possibly come back, just like the last one to destroy the Dark Devil. ”

"Thank you for trusting us," said the elder. No matter how much you pay, my people will buy you three days! It is worthwhile to devote the entire Guardian Saint to destroying the Dark Devil. ”

“Is that necessary? I mean, if you can't really support it, you can give up the Holy Mountain and do something about it.” A thousand nights of euphemism turned to the tunnel.

There is no absolute certainty of a thousand nights against the king. In the event of failure, the sky flashes and blood lurks for thousands of miles at night, while the Atuwa are naturally speedy, and as long as they disperse and flee, Medanzo will not be able to catch a few. But if they guard the Holy Mountain, even if the whole people gather, they will eventually be eaten little by little by Medanzo. By the time you reach the rank of king, you can no longer stack to death in quantities.

Yet the elders were extremely determined and resolute: “We are not only the patron saints of Atuwa, but also the guardians of the world. We Artua warriors were born to protect the world. Those who destroy the Dark Devils, they are the destroyers, the devourers of all things, and the past leaves nothing but a world without life. No warrior of Artua would allow such a thing to happen. Our inner world raised us to fight these locusts of different worlds! ”

The words are generous and exhilarating, leaving the night speechless.

It's just a thousand nights of listening, but it's kind of weird. With his knowledge of the blood, of Medanzo, the King of Lightless is by no means a tyrant who destroys everything without a brain. On the contrary, he enjoys everything from wine, food and beauty.

Such a blood monarch, when confronted with a new world, must have the overriding idea of occupation and development, rather than destroying everything, as the Atuwa believe, leaving only a dry, barren and dead-end world behind.

But seeing the deity of the elders of Artua, this is clearly the faith they passed down from generation to generation, and knowing that questions are useless is no longer much to say.

Three days is not enough for a thousand nights to explore the Holy Mountain. But it's possible to find the secret that Rex left behind, and since Rex let himself go, he must have left a mark.

For another three days, a thousand nights can be filled with three nuclear bombs filled with dark gold. Against Medanzo, who is also of the blood, the dark gold of a thousand nights has proven that the rank is still above Medanzo. Grade suppression of blood gas of the blood tribe is obvious, so against Medanzo, dark gold gas is better than the force of chaos.

Medanzo couldn't resist the dark golden air of all three bullets. Even if he doesn't die, there will be a chance to catch up and kill him at night.

In the thousandth of the night, the first priority remains to travel to the Holy Mountain to find the secrets left by Rex. What is the origin of darkness, it is at the heart of everything, to figure out the question, to know what to do next.

When I thought about it, Medanzo's face suddenly changed and his eyes were like electricity, directly in the sight of the elders.

The elder shouted painfully, his eyes closed and tears continued to flow. And the picture of the mother tree is even more distorted, and it's almost impossible to see what's inside.

The elder turned off the mother tree and sat paralyzed on the floor. He walked by the night and said, "Are you all right? ”

“I'm fine, I just may not be able to see anything in recent days. But with the mother tree, I have eyes.” The elder covered his eyes and the springy tears seeped out of his finger seams, apparently painful.

“Can you keep an eye on him?” A thousand nights frowned.

“No problem. He found out we were spying on him, but he couldn't possibly know how we did it. Even if it doesn't work, the ability of a mother tree is not just a tree, a flower grass, a flying bird, or even some rock with a long time to be the eye of a mother tree. He can't destroy everything passing by, so we can still find him. ”

Slightly in the midst of the thousand nights, the elders agreed on the time of return and the meeting point, carrying the food and water specially prepared by the Atuans, to the main summit of the Holy Mountains.

Once out of the sanctuary, the thousand nights are no longer reserved, and the void flashes directly, instantly moving away.

After he left, the two great gods of war came out of the trees and looked at each other.

“He found us? ”

“Impossible? Mother trees give us the ability to merge with ancient trees. ”

“We can't keep up with him whether we find it or not. He's going too fast. ”

“Yeah, I'm still the first to know that there's a faster life than we at Atua. ”

“Go back and tell the elders all about it. ”

The two great gods of war communicated in Artua's way and each blended into a tree.

The millennial night has begun to flash constantly over long distances, spanning several kilometres at a time. It's just that the holy peak is too big to be seen, but it actually flies much farther than it looks. Thousands of nights took an hour to reach the foot of the main summit.

Standing at the bottom of the main peak, we know the magnificence of the main peak. Thousand night vision is completely occupied by the mountains of the main peak, as if the earth were rising here and directly connected to the sky.

A little estimation shows that the main peak mountains also have at least a few hundred kilometres, completely invisible to the end.

Take a deep breath at night and start climbing.

Most of the mountains in the main peak are hidden in cloud mist, and the clouds in the sky are very flat, like the dividing line between the two worlds.

Clouds are less than a kilometer from the ground, and if you're in the middle of the night, it's just a thousand nights of breathing. But in the inner world, everything is different.

The higher you go, the more stressful you feel at night.

Numerous active dark forces flow from all sides to the main peak. But the front seemed like traffic jam, difficult to get through, so these dark forces clumped together, the density was getting higher, and by the time the thousands of nights climbed to less than 100 meters from the cloud, the density of the dark forces was already terrible.

Thousands of nights feel like these dark forces are already dense and textured, grabbing at will, like catching a large swath of cotton.

The problem is that the dark forces in the inner world are not dead, they have their own vitality, they have their own actions. So countless dark forces are trying so hard to squeeze it out, like a bunch of worms that can't see the tail together, making the surrounding environment incredibly scary.

These dark forces are already between tangible and intangible and, to some extent, extremely hard and almost impossible to destroy. Walking in an environment like this, surrounded by a myriad of thin wires, constantly stabbing every inch of your body's skin, trying to get deep.

If it's just a penetration, it's fair to say that those dark forces that are active are no less violent for life than the most violent. Once they enter the body, they instantly transform and even activate the organism's tissues, equivalent to dozens or even hundreds of small, instinctive organisms in the body. Even the Forever Night Strong will be instantly dismembered in this case.

Even the great gods of war cannot survive here. Their large, relatively weak bodies have become just the most lethal weaknesses, devoid of force and speed.

When you get here in this environment, you won't dare to use your body to test the active forces of the crowded drill, even if your body can stop it, armor and clothes can't bear it. So he thought, and the chaos realm unfolded, and the gray chaotic force instantly lined up all the other forces, completely out of my hegemony.

Opening the road to the realm, going up all night, finally penetrated the horrific region of active force and into the clouds.

As soon as it enters the clouds, it's like entering a whole new world, where it's cold and dead and you can't feel a single force. The cloud is a barrier that blocks all dark forces from the cloud.

The clouds were very thin, but only a few more than ten meters away, passing through the clouds in the blink of an eye, and the original face of the Holy Mountain Master's Peak appeared in front of him.