Monarch of Evernight

The concept of the Holy Mountain is more of a belief for the Atua tribe, who knows what concept of war cannot be expected. Anything involving faith means that there is little room for discussion, even if there is a halo of the Word of the Holy Spirit in the midst of the night.

The idea of withdrawing front-line troops, shrinking the battlefield and fighting a battle in the Holy Land and Medanzo was dismantled at night. But they won't sit around and watch Artua's oil-filling stupid tactics. How can it be too late to rush to this moment? If King Wu Guangjun is really going to be powerful, hundreds of Artua warriors and the great gods of war won't last long.

It was the elders who were caught by night, almost in his ear, yelling: "If you do not want these soldiers to die for nothing, then listen to me. I'm the only one who can handle the destruction of the Dark Devil. Do you understand? ”

The elder stared at the thousand nights, moments later: “I do not believe in you, but in the Holy Spirit. ”

“I wouldn't need you to believe me if it weren't for killing that nigger.” Dealing with this primitive and stubborn group of Atuans also makes me very tired at night. He had just experienced Andoria's goodbye and was in a very bad mood at the moment.

I wonder if I'm aware of my own deficiencies, or if the heavy losses of the previous battle changed the mind of the elder, who slowed down his voice and said, “We will listen to you in this battle. Remember, we, the warriors of Atua, have no fear of sacrifice. ”

“Sacrifice and death are two concepts.” The meaning of this phrase is somewhat too complicated to know if the elderly can understand it.

With command, the troops were immediately reconfigured, bringing together all the troops that could depart and reappointing the commanders. This time he assembled an entire 500 warriors, plus three giant gods of war. When this group leaves, only the old and the sick remain in the Holy Land.

Faced with the integrated troops, he hesitated for a thousand nights. "Crystallized warriors come forward. ”

Around a hundred warriors answered, "When the battle begins, are your tasks clear? ”

“Get as close as you can to destroying the Dark Devil and weakening his defenses.” The warrior led the way out loud. It's like he's talking about a tactic that's just plain ordinary, not paving the way with his life and that of his comrades.

Nodded at night and finally checked their gear. In fact, there is nothing to inspect. Atuwa fighters' equipment is primitive and rudimentary, and nothing new can be developed in such a short period of time.

Pre-war preparations were completed and troops were ordered to proceed along a predetermined route to the battlefield, although he limited the speed of the march, which was expected to lead to the encounter of Medanzo in a relatively complex area. The complexity of the terrain is an absolute advantage for indigenous fighters living in the inner world.

At this moment in the distance, the King of Lightless stood in the air, with pieces of corpses beneath his feet. The two great warriors also maintained their fighting posture and clearly fought to the end. It's just that their death form is the worst, and they can't even keep their limbs.

The blood tribes were cleaning the battlefield, and Medanzo, not knowing what to think, came back to God a moment later and said, "What good can these indigenous people have? No need to pack, just go. ”

The bloodlines naturally dared not question it, but a spider demon marquis said: "Your Majesty, these indigenous forces are not low and they are valuable in their own right. ”

Medanzo frowned slightly and said, “Are you questioning my orders? ”

“Don't dare, just make a suggestion for your information. ”

Medanzo's eyes flashed dangerously deep, and his voice became calm and soft: “Remember, even after the establishment of a new order in the pure world, the Queen of the Night will be the most important pillar. You spider demons are not qualified to take over the current blood clan, let alone your little marquis. It is perfectly normal to die in the inner world. ”

The Marquis of the Spider Demon was not afraid, "I am of the lineage behind the spider. ”

Medanzo's eyes flashed a strange divine color, softly saying: “It seems that inferior species are inferior species, and you will never understand that having descendants of spiders does not make you safer, but only makes you look more delicious. ”

Marquis Spiderdemon's face suddenly changed dramatically, trying to escape, and Medanzo in front of him blurred and disappeared. On the other hand, his chest stood out with a blade.

Medanzo pressed his wrist down and cut the Marquis of the Spiderdemon in half. Blood sprayed him, but Medanzo's eyes were closed and he seemed to enjoy it very much. It was not long before he opened his eyes and said to himself, “The smell behind the spider is truly the best in the world! ”

All blood subordinates do their thing silently, as if they are deaf and blind, can't see anything, can't hear anything.

Medanzo suddenly laughed, "Don't be afraid, don't worry. Spider demons used to be inferior races, simply incomparable with our noble bloodline. In fact, you do not know the history and heritage of the Blood Clan, nor how many great characters the Blood River has ever created. The future, even for the devil, can only be our chaperone. ”

Blood subordinates nodded and looked glorious. But what they think is something else. At least now those who follow Medanzo have surrendered in the battle of Twilight, even before, and this behavior cannot be associated with nobility.

Their strength is there, and they all have a minimum level of self-awareness, and knowing that blood clans, even if they can rise in the future, as Medanzo said, certainly have nothing to do with them.

Medanzo was also reluctant to absorb all the blood from his body with a roll of purple and black blood.

Looking in the direction of the Holy Mountain, he mumbled to himself with an almost insane look, with a voice that no one could hear clearly: "You will never know that the blood tribe once had two holy mountains at the same time! You'll never know...”

All blood subordinates searched as far away from Medanzo as possible, implicitly. They were just small figures who knew neither Medanzo's relationship with the Queen of the Night nor Medanzo's daring to slaughter the spider descendants. As perennial species, especially those that surrendered before the war began, they just want to live and leave this damn world alive.

“No need to pack up, let's go. I think there will be more Aboriginal people waiting for us in the front.” Medanzo said, slowly moving forward, a group of blood subordinates accelerated their footsteps and hurried to keep up.

Just at the beginning, Medanzo suddenly stopped, sprinkled several blades of purple and black blood between her hands and cut off several different trees around her.

“Have you seen enough?” Medanzo grinned.

One of the blood subordinates did not know what King Wu Guangjun was saying. He was just following him in silence. One of them was wary and fearful, and his eyes didn't dare to look around.

In the distance, the will of the thousand nights is still linked to the Mother Tree, looking cold at Medanzo. Several different trees were cut down, leaving several black areas in the sight of the mother tree, but were soon filled by the sight of other alien trees. It is impossible to escape the surveillance of the mother tree unless Medanzo chops up all the different trees in the Caspian world.