Monarch of Evernight

The two smaller forces, moving opposite each other, were unlikely to meet in the vast new world, yet the mother trees helped in the thousand nights, and Medanzo was also interested in fighting, and the two sides soon met on the battlefield scheduled for the thousand nights.

The area is very complex and is covered with stone columns hundreds of meters high. Between these stone columns, there are not many different trees. The landscape itself is also volatile.

This topography is naturally not conducive to long-range sniping, but it is also conducive to ambushes and suited to the characteristics of the battle of Atua tribal fighters. But for King Wu Guangjun, naturally this little inconvenience will not be in his eyes. Instead, he hopes to be able to concentrate enough indigenous people so that he can kill fewer times and save time.

So when he sensed the giant killing machine hidden in silence in the front, he didn't laugh back and led his men straight into the battlefield.

The otherwise silent forest suddenly burst into wind, with high voices and some strange roars, the warrior roars of Artua. The shouts fluctuated, and the waves generally came from all sides, not knowing how many people there were. Some of Medanzo's bloodline marquises have become fearful and subconsciously converge on the King of Nonlight.

For Medanzo, Atua is just some indigenous ants, and the number of them is just a matter of how much time it takes to kill them. But that's not what happened to these guys. Artua is no weaker than any warrior, and the great god of war is far above the Marquis. It's like a hunter with an arrow knife facing a beast, it's hard to say who lives and who dies.

Medanzo naturally saw the poor behavior of his men, but laughed, sounded the waste and suddenly disappeared from the spot. When he reappeared, he had an extra Atua fighter in his hand.

Medanzo strangled his throat and slowly strengthened his hand, warming his face with a smile that made him feel weird and distorted. He watched as the prey in his hand struggled helplessly and fell unstoppably to death.

The surrounding Atuwa fighters appeared, waving their weapons with great anger. But their demonstration was a joke in Medanzo's eyes, and his smile became more exaggerated.

A warrior of Artua finally couldn't help but roar and rush towards him, halfway through, his hand plunged into his chest and held the crystal of life.

Medanzo didn't move, but waited for another moment, until the soldier was close, which was lightning strike, grabbed the soldier and dumped him far away.

The Atuwa fighter's reaction eventually slowed down by half, and when his body exploded, he returned to the position he had left. Instead of injuring Medanzo in the slightest, the fierce sky explosion killed two of Atua's colleagues.

It was also an accident that the frowns of the thousand nights hidden in the dark jumped slightly. It appears that Medanzo has also experienced the suicide bombing of Atuwa in the battle on the front line and has already responded.

But a thousand nights of inactivity still converge, such as an icy stone, quietly awaiting the time of hunting.

The battle turned to white fever. An Atua warrior jumped out of position, pounding on Medanzo, and the great gods of war, their spear was powerful, and even Medanzo didn't want to get hard. The air was filled with spears and bayonets that came and went.

Medanzo glittered, changing over a very small range, easily avoiding all attacks. But his men didn't have the ability to do this. Screaming repeatedly, three blood tribes were shot through the hole between the turns, unable to fall.

“Piece of shit!” Medanzo had no regard for the lives and deaths of these men, just for their incompetence.

He suddenly struck like a lightning bolt, knocking off several Atua fighters who had just crushed the crystal. He was extremely short, and the three soldiers instantly flew over 10 metres and retreated into the crowd of Atuwa fighters, suddenly pausing and then suddenly blowing up. The fierce suicide bombing had no effect on the King of Lightless, but left the Atuwa fighters in the aftermath of the clash dead and wounded.

The hearts of the thousands of nights moved slightly, knowing that the death and injury of the Atuwa fighters was instantly over a hundred. However, he remained still, waiting for the moment.

As in the previous battle, it was not until Suvin's final sacrifice that a thousand nights had come.

The situation changed again on the battlefield, and Atuwa fighters finally learned to adjust their tactics in the face of painful and useless sacrifices. Instead of letting the elite warriors blow themselves up, they gathered up their troops, battled with the great gods of war, and circled with the King of Lightless. The main role of ordinary warriors is to protect the great gods of war. Even Medanzo would not be willing to take a hard hit with a giant god of war equivalent to the Grand Duke.

The glue in the battlefield does not mean that Atua has a slight chance of winning. The shadow of the King of Lightless is uncertain, the realm has already been expanded, and the surrounding air is frayed with purple and black blood. Not only does all the blood become like Medanzo, but it also strikes. These phantoms are almost identical to Medanzo's true body and even had blood fluctuations before the attack. You can tell if it's real or phantom only after you've done it.

Between the turns, there are dozens of Lightless Kings in the realm, it is difficult to tell which is true and which is false. The bloodbeasts that are common in the blood kingdom are all transformed into images of themselves by the King of Lightless. For that reason alone, the throne of Medanzo is a true name.

As they wandered, an Atua warrior continued to fall, and their counter-attacks hit nothing but phantoms, completely unable to threaten the very essence of the King of Lightless. With enough time, even in the face of a thousand Atua fighters, Medanzo can eat them all slowly, one by one. This is not an ordinary Aboriginal, but an entire thousand strong men, at least at the earl level.

Throughout the Battle of Artua, only a giant god of war could barely keep up with Medanzo's movements, but he threw several spears with all his might, passing Medanzo. Fly the spear to Medanzo and it will twist strangely, even bending like a snake, flying over Medanzo's body.

The Gods of War appear extremely angry, yet incomprehensible, and can only constantly increase the power of spear throwing. But no matter how many spears he throws, whether the spears are accompanied by a wind or a thunder, they will distort the offset around Medanzo and then disappear completely.

After failing to throw again and again, the great god of war roared the battlefield in exchange for only Medanzo's cynical laughter.

But in the sight of the thousand nights, Medanzo is not surrounded by empty things, but by thin, almost invisible filaments of blood. These filaments are woven into a mirror that distorts the light around Medanzo. So Medanzo's body is not where the outsiders see it, and the spear of the Great War God is not distorted. It's not the arc that flies, it's just that what he was aiming for is empty space, and the light shadow of the flight trajectory is distorted. So in the eyes of the Great War God, the spear flies out of the curve.

A thousand nights' hearts were like water, and the force boiled for a moment. As soon as he pulled the trigger, Medanzo suddenly turned his head and looked towards the direction of the thousand nights. "I've been waiting for you! ”