Monarch of Evernight: Fifty-six, steady and steady

bsp;The helmets of those Eternal Night heavy-armored warriors are of excellent quality and are not afraid of ordinary gunpowder weapons and shrapnel. They can only be shattered by force bombs, leaving no room for trickery. But even senior officers have a limited number of force bombs they can use.

Taken together, the actual combat power of these heavily armored warriors is astonishing. A group of ten can compete with the Empire's generals. Their individual and battle strength are not among elite legions such as the Empire's Red Scorpions and Winged Angels. Down.

No wonder Zhao Jundu and Song Zining want to go into battle in person. Qianye used a sniper rifle to hunt down powerful men of nobility, which actually cost a lot of money.

The truly powerful members of the Eternal Night Legion have not yet moved and have not really exerted their strength.

But after Qianye, Zhao Jundu and Song Zining went out to fight with all their strength in person, the battle losses of the legions directly under the parliament began to rise sharply.

Teige couldn't help it again and said: "Sir Doyle, this is a force directly under the parliament. I'm afraid it won't be easy to explain when you go back."

Doyle said calmly: "How you explain it is my business, Lord Teague doesn't have to worry about it."

"Okay." Having said this, Teague said no more.

Doyle stood quietly, watching the fighting in Baicheng. This looks like an hour.

A whole hour of continuous fighting, even the werewolves and vampires who were known for their physical strength couldn't bear it. I really don't know how those human mercenaries and Zhao clan warriors persisted.

Doyle suddenly asked: "How many more of them are there?"

A werewolf elder said: "According to my observation, there are only a thousand ordinary soldiers in the city."

Doyle nodded slowly and said: "That's right. The so-called Empire Twin Stars must have consumed a lot of Force power. Let's rest and continue the attack after half a day."

Doyle did not wait long as the second batch of transport ships roared in. He immediately overturned his previous order to rest for half a day, mixed the troops with the newly arrived reinforcements, and attacked Baicheng again. And this time, Doyle sent an earl-level warrior to fight for the first time, and he was led by a werewolf marquis.

And he and Teague also moved the headquarters forward, no more than a thousand meters away from Baicheng. At this distance, it is already close to the edge of the theoretical range of a high-level sniper rifle. A sniper only needs to sneak a short distance to pose a threat.

The attack started again, less than an hour after the Yongye army had just retreated.

The battle has reached a climax since the beginning, and the addition of many new troops and strong men has made this attack even more powerful than before. In the blink of an eye, several groups of attacking troops rushed to the center of the city, intertwined with each other, and began the most brutal and **** street fighting.

Many viscounts and counts would be massacred against ordinary mercenaries. This time, they immediately forced Zhao Jundu and Song Zining to intercept, while Qianye wandered around the battlefield, sniping and killing powerful men from time to time.

The werewolf Marquis responsible for holding down the formation couldn't hold back his anger, let out a long roar, and rushed towards Zhao Jundu. Zhao Jundu's expression remained unchanged and he held his sword to face the enemy. The long sword in his hand glowed with cyan light, leaving patches of splendor in the air.

The sword moves used by Zhao Jundu were mediocre, they were simple cuts, stabs and cuts, but the werewolf Marquis couldn't dodge, and blood splashed continuously on his body.

As a marquis, the werewolf is extremely ferocious, his attacks are like lightning, and he weighs more than mountains. Most of the ruins of the White City are now connected to the foundation, and are all made of hard rock. But as long as he is struck by his sharp claws, they will explode immediately. Stone powder has the potential to dig three feet into the ground after a battle.

Werewolves are known for their agility, and their racial talent for close combat. Even the powerful spider demons are often no match for werewolves of the same level in close combat, and their skills are always inferior.

But Zhao Jundu only moved forward and backward within a few meters, easily dodging the werewolf Marquis's violent attack.

Sometimes he would only avoid the most powerful part of the Werewolf Marquis' attack. The aftermath would ripple across his body, and with a flash of purple light, most of the power would be removed, leaving only a few scratches on Zhao Jundu's armor. But as long as Zhao Jundu chooses to take part of the offensive forcefully, the sword in his hand will leave a wound on the Werewolf Marquis.

These wounds may be deep or shallow. The high-level armor on the Werewolf Marquis cannot block Zhao Jundu's sword at all. As for the fur, needless to say, only the defense formed by the dark force can prevent the sword from penetrating further.

Although the two exchanged dozens of back and forth, the actual time was only a few breaths, and the Werewolf Marquis had more than ten large and small wounds on his body. Each of these injuries broke his defense, but they were not serious. The pain only made him furious and his attacks became more ferocious.

In the battle between the werewolf Marquis and Zhao Jundu, ordinary powerful men with nobility could not intervene. Several viscounts consciously stood on the outside to prevent the strong human race from raiding. Only one earl relied on his combat power and watched Dandan in the inner circle. Want to find opportunities.

Zhao Jundu, who had been playing steadily, suddenly shouted, and four purple qi formed pillars and scattered in all directions. The town is closed in all directions!

The movements of all the powerful men in the field were stagnant. The werewolf Marquis who had been attacking crazily was suddenly startled. When his attack slowed down a little, Zhao Jundu suddenly retreated. The green light of the sword in his hand was so bright that it was almost blinding!

The werewolf count who was looking for opportunities in the inner circle suddenly let out a long scream, and one of his arms flew into the sky! He leapt forward and escaped dozens of meters away in an instant.

All the werewolf viscounts were looking at the long line of blood in the sky, which was the blood spilled by the count when he escaped. What kind of injury would it take to spurt out so much blood?

The werewolf count who had slowed down unconsciously lowered his head and found a wound on his heart. It was an ordinary sword wound, but he escaped with all his strength. With all his strength, his heart had exploded, and the small wound exploded to the size of a bowl.

But even he himself didn't know when the sword was struck in his chest.

Zhao Jundu didn’t even look at the werewolf count, and smiled at the marquis: “Come again.”

At this moment, he has closed down the field and has turned into the young man just now who seemed to have no outstanding advantages except for his good looks.

However, the fighting spirit in the Werewolf Marquis has been completely extinguished. The two men were fighting fiercely, and the Marquis was about to enter a violent state, but Zhao Jundu killed an earl in front of him, as easy as picking something out of a bag. It was not until the Bafang Fengzhi came out that the Marquis realized that Zhao Jundu had never used his full strength at all.

But Doyle and Teague were watching the battle not far away. The pride in the ancient werewolf blood rekindled his fighting spirit. Instead of retreating, he let out a low roar and rushed towards Zhao Jundu again.

The sword in Zhao Jundu's hand flashed with light, and another wound appeared on the werewolf Marquis's arm.

The situation is obvious. If the fight continues like this, the Marquis will be beaten to death by Zhao Jundu sooner or later, and it will not consume much of his force power.

It was only then that Teague spoke slowly and said slowly: "Master Doyle, if we don't take action, I'm afraid your capable subordinate will be handed over here."

Doyle's eyes suddenly opened and he said: "After watching them for so long, I should have a good idea of ​​what they are capable of. Then leave Zhao Jundu to Mr. Teague, and I'll take care of Song Zining. How about that?"

Tiger smiled reservedly and said, "That's it!"

While the words were still lingering, Teague's figure flashed continuously. In the blink of an eye, he had arrived at the center of the White City. The deputy duke unleashed all his monstrous power. The long sword in his hand was like lightning, and he thrust it into Zhao Jundu's head!

Doyle was a step slower to start, but his strength was superior to Teague, and he arrived at Baicheng almost at the same time as him. He looked down at Song Zining coldly from a high position.

Song Zining's whole body shivered, his hair flying. He slowly raised his head and drew an arc with the silver gun in his hand, forcing the surrounding enemies away and clearing a battlefield.

Before Doyle made a move, Teague's territory on the other side was already wide open, and there was blood mist within dozens of meters around him. The blood mist condensed into several blurry figures, and they all rushed toward Zhao Jundu. It seemed that Teague wanted to kill or seriously injure Zhao Jundu before Doyle, so as to establish his authority in this way.

Doyle looked leisurely, even a little indifferent, and showed no concern for the war at Teague. He just looked at Song Zining with a long-handled giant ax in his hand.

At the same time, Doyle casually took off his long dress-style coat. Underneath was a fencing uniform, and a Force pistol was strapped to the outside of his thigh. Just looking at the fist-thick barrel, he knew it would definitely not happen. It's a decoration.

"You are outstanding and respectable opponents. It's a pity that I can't see the day when you grow up."

Song Zining was moved in his heart and asked: "So, Baicheng is a trap?"

Doyle said calmly: "As expected, you humans are plotting against us, and we will plot against you in turn. This place was not a trap originally, but now that you are here, it has become a trap."

Song Zining asked again: "Is someone in the empire communicating with you?"

"Isn't it always there?"

Intelligence warfare is a part of war, whether unintentionally or intentionally. Some are intelligence leaks, and some are intelligence deception. In addition, both Yong Ye and the Empire have prophets and divination warriors to observe and correct the general trend. If there is no other inside information, no commander would dare to control the overall situation by relying solely on intelligence.

Song Zining said slowly: "It has always been there, but not many people know this kind of news. Besides, even if you get it, do you really dare to believe it?"

Doyle smiled slightly and said: "You almost guessed the truth. But unfortunately, it's too late."

Song Zining said: "It's not too late to know now. As you just said, this place was not a trap originally, but when we came, you turned it into a trap. As long as we break out alive, this trap will be It’s not a trap anymore.”

"Will the Parliament let you leave alive after paying such a high price?"

"How do you know if you haven't tried it before? Just like before you arrived, you probably didn't expect that we would survive until now, right?"

Doyle said calmly: "There is no need to talk about those two arrogant idiots. Now it's about how you are going to get past me."

"As I said before, how would you know if you haven't tried it before?" Song Zining was so calm that he didn't look like he was facing a life-or-death crisis.

Doyle frowned, looking a little confused, wondering where Song Zining's confidence came from.

Then he looked cold, took off his short gun, pointed it at Song Zining, and said: "My patience has expired. Now, I think it is better to kill you first. As for the questions I want to ask, there will be many opportunities to look for them in the future. Answer."

Song Zining held the gun with both hands, the tip of the gun pointed at the sky. As soon as this spear style was completed, he immediately felt a sense of solemnity. This is the most defensive style among the Beacon Fire Seal-passing Gun, the Seal-Ending Fire Pass. This style is said to be able to find a glimmer of hope in the impossible. This is the first time Song Zining has used the fire pass since he became a master of marksmanship.

Doyle frowned again, he already felt that this style was extraordinary. At this moment, the edges of Song Zining's body suddenly became a little blurry. At first, Doyle thought he was dazzled and saw wrongly, but that was absolutely impossible!

He concentrated his attention, but was surprised to find that Song Zining's body was really blurry, as if he could not see clearly through a layer of mist.

Don't say there is no fog on the battlefield at this moment, even if the smoke is billowing, Doyle can still see clearly. At this moment, Song Zining's figure was blurred, and there was only one explanation.

Doyle said solemnly: "Field?"

"Please appreciate the three thousand floating leaves driven by the prosperity of the world."

Couldn't see Song Zining's true identity, which meant it was difficult to pinpoint him. Although in Doyle's eyes, Song Zining was only slightly vague, this meant that there was a small chance of missing or not hitting the vital point. What was originally a sure-fire situation now has a glimmer of possibility to break it.

What shocked Doyle even more was that Song Zining, who was so much worse than him in cultivation, actually failed to fully understand this field. This kind of talent was really terrifying.

Doyle's eyes became colder and he had real murderous intent. He had never looked down upon these young people from the human race, but it was not until this moment that he fully realized Song Zining's potential. In the past, Zhao Jundu and Qianye were so famous that Song Zining's shine was overshadowed. If he is allowed to grow up, the human race will have another giant who can hold the sky in the future.

With the battle imminent, Doyle did not have the usual violent attitude of a werewolf, and his expression became more and more calm. Thousands of peaks loomed behind him, and one of them was particularly eye-catching.

This is the sign of the top of the mountains!

(End of this chapter)