Monarch of Evernight: Forty-five War of Attrition

bsp;In Baicheng, Qianye’s eyes had not been closed for long before he was awakened by the rumbling sound of cannons. He stood up and looked out from the half-broken wall, and saw a group of vampire swordsmen rushing over silently and quickly like ghosts.

Qianye stood still. Under the lurking bloodline, the team of vampire warriors turned a blind eye to Qianye who was so close and rushed past the wall. After they all passed by, Qianye stood up straight, took out the illusory Manjushahua, aimed it at the back of the head of a vampire knight, and shot it out. Then disappeared without a trace again.

Sir Blood screamed and fell to the ground. He immediately held his head and rolled on the ground in pain. The vampire warriors immediately stopped, partly guarding the surroundings, and partly trying to find a way to rescue the commander. Blood Siren was the leader of this group of warriors. He was seriously injured, but there was no hope of survival. In the end, in desperation, most of the Blood Tribe warriors used their hands to carry Blood Siren out of the battlefield, while the remaining few became cautious. Be cautious and search deeper into Baicheng.

Qianye glanced at the follow-up, and the figure disappeared from the place. When he reappeared, he was standing on top of the ruins a few blocks away. He threw the half-cut spear in his hand and nailed a werewolf baron to the road. .

The baron had two more retinues at the other end. They were about to help their master, but suddenly all the corpses on the roadside stood up. Bullets rained down on them, beating the two retinues into sieves. Several mercenaries then dispersed and ran away, then lay down in other places and continued to act as corpses.

The entire Baicheng has already turned into purgatory.

Bullets or daggers may be fired from any dark corner, and each corpse must be judged to be true or false. Even the pile of masonry and tiles cannot be confirmed to be safe. Several mercenaries may rush out from it at any time, or it may suddenly collapse and turn into a trap.

Underground in Baicheng, many tunnels have been dug by the dark defenders for war preparation and storage of supplies. After Song Zining took over, he expanded the underground into a huge maze with several floors. At this point in the war, all these arrangements showed their effectiveness.

After suffering several losses on the ruined battlefield, the dark race also discovered underground secrets, but they did not have a good way to deal with them. They have discovered several entrances to underground passages, but once they enter, there is no return. No one knows which are real passages and which are just death traps to lure opponents.

The entire city is a battlefield above and below ground. The two sides are intertwined with each other, and dangers may come from all directions.

In the entire ruins, there are two most dangerous enemies, Qianye and Song Zining. The illusion created by Song Zining's Three Thousand Floating Leaves Domain is as real as an illusion. It often simulates the image of a mercenary between two groups of enemies, causing the two groups of enemies to kill each other. Qianye, on the other hand, is the nightmare of all powerful men. On this battlefield, his lurking bloodline makes him look like an ordinary mercenary. Those strong people who are accustomed to using perception, even if they see Qianye, will subconsciously regard him as an ordinary mercenary, and then nothing will happen.

After killing another Spider Demon Viscount, Qianye finally felt a little tired. Before I knew it, I had been fighting continuously for a whole day. Counting it all together, how many times has this been fought? Even he himself couldn't think clearly for a while. Twelve or thirteen?

The sky was dark, the moon in the sky was glowing dimly, and a line of blood was outlined on the edge. Occasionally, two moons can be seen on the floating land, but the position and shape are very different from those seen on the continental masses. When I look up from the heat of the battle, I feel like I'm in a foreign land.

Several long whistles sounded in the distance, shrill and lonely. This was the signal to retreat. The dark race warriors rushed out of the city like an ebbing tide. Many fell to the bullets from behind. The mercenaries' resilience and bloodlust were completely aroused, and they did not stop killing just because the opponent retreated.

Qianye climbed to the top of a ruins and looked at the entire White City. In his field of vision, the light spots representing the flesh and blood of creatures were obviously much sparser. This means that many mercenaries turned into corpses in this battle. Although I don’t know how many people are still hiding in the tunnel, I guess there won’t be many.

He felt something in his heart, jumped up, and landed on the ruins of another neighborhood. Song Zining was sitting on the stone, panting. At this moment, Song Zining's mask has disappeared, and his eye-catching white robe has also been thrown away. Only the spear is still in his hand, but it is also covered with blood and dust and is no longer shiny.

Qianye sat down next to him, sighed and said, "We don't have many people left."

Song Zining said: "A lot of them died."

“Many people have been with us for a long time.”

Song Zining seemed to understand Qianye's mood, "Qianye, it is normal for people to die in such a war. This is a frontal battlefield between the two camps. Not to mention tens of thousands of people will die, just you and me, and even bigger All the characters are just pawns on this battlefield, even if they are pushed to the front, they can’t help themselves.”

Qianye let out a long breath and said, "Sometimes I really don't understand, what is the war for?"

"Survival, resources, and other things? Ha, that's not what we should be thinking about now. It's true to find a way to survive first." At this point, Song Zining patted Qianye and said, "You have to How can a man who has stepped on the holy mountain be so listless, haha!”

"What about you, what are you doing for?" Qianye asked suddenly.

Song Zining was silent for a moment, and then said: "When my ancestor went into seclusion, I could feel that she regretted it. She regretted not taking drastic measures to clean up the family earlier. Speaking of which, if she hadn't made the final decision back then, , I may not be able to go to the Huangquan training camp."

"Did she decide?" Qianye was a little surprised.

Song Zining never directly mentioned how he got into Huangquan. Qianye always thought that Song Zining's talent test was continuously tampered with, and maybe he was thrown away as an abandoned son of the family, so he never asked in detail. Now it seems that it is true that Song Zining was ostracized by his family, and there is also the shadow of the old lady taking advantage of the situation.

"Underworld is not a bad thing. Think about the people on the Evernight Continent. There is no way to exchange their lives for such resources." Song Zining stretched his body and said, "I'm exhausted. Come and lend me a hand."

Qianye kicked away a piece of charred metal and sat back-to-back with Song Zining. The two began to chat about the past. Huangquan, and the time before the two met.

This is an era where one must struggle to survive, rather than survive on charity alone. Even if you can live on your knees, there are always people who would rather die standing.

Going back to the beginning of everything, the Evernight Garbage Dump, a fragment inevitably appeared in the depths of Qianye’s memory. The silver-haired man leaned forward slightly and stretched out his hand. He was surrounded by a green light rain that had not completely dissipated. At that moment, he seemed to see a heavenly being.

Romil in the distance was holding a long list of those killed in battle, his face was ashen, and his eyes were so red that they looked like they were bleeding.

The only people with enough information to be on this list are those with strong titles. That's why the list is so long and chilling. All the strong men present couldn't help but feel happy that fortunately they were not one of them on the list.

The only person who didn't look surprised was Deputy Duke Pratt, who was the only one sitting besides Romil. He did enter Baicheng and withdrew with military orders. As for what he did in the city, how could an ordinary strong person possibly know? Even if someone knew about it, they would not dare to say anything.

Romil was unable to do anything about it. Now looking at the list in his hand, he finally understood Pratt's mood when he retreated. So far, more than half of the powerful knights in his army have been killed, including one marquis. There are many of his close relatives here. This battle has already crippled Romil's power. Without decades, it is impossible to make up for the losses.

At this moment all eyes are focused on Romil. Romil knew what all his subordinates were thinking. They just wanted him and Pratt to enter the White City together. Only in this way could it be possible to suppress Qianye and Song Zining. To put it bluntly, it is time for the decisive battle between the two leaders.

However, this decision is not easy.

Although Romil rarely engages in camp battles, he will never underestimate the strength of the human race. As a powerful figure in the Mammon clan, he knows many secrets that Pratt does not know. What comes to mind at this moment is the Spider Demon Archduke who once broke into the Hall of Valor. The Archduke broke in alone, was seriously injured and fled in the blink of an eye. He didn't even take care of his fleet, and forced himself across the void. He was rescued by the supporting fleet and was saved from death. But he is still unconscious, so no one knows what happened in the Hall of Valor.

Romil has been thinking about where the strong man who can hit the Grand Duke instantly is hiding? He tried repeatedly at all costs, but failed to find out the whereabouts of the strong man. From the beginning to the end, it seemed that there were only two truly powerful people in Baicheng, Qianye and Song Zining.

Thinking of this, Romil couldn't help but look at Pratt hatefully. The old spider demon just pretended not to see anything.

Romil felt even more resentful. If Platt hadn't given him wrong information, he wouldn't have lost so many soldiers. Now it seems that there are at least thousands of mercenaries in Baicheng. In other words, Qianye gathered more than 30,000 warriors in the city!

Putting 30,000 people in a place as small as Baicheng is simply insane. And what exactly is the dark magic technology of the human race’s defenses? Unexpectedly, after being plowed down by heavy artillery, it can still be used to fight a war of attrition.

Looking at Baicheng in the distance, Romil finally spoke and asked: "How many troops do we have?"

"Sir, there are less than 40,000 left."

Romil's pupils shrank, and after a moment, Fang said in a deep voice: "Send the order, all troops attack! All tribal warriors, as long as they can still move, come to the front line for me. My ship, as well as all the aerial ships, all Retreat, retreat into the void."

All the followers were shocked, "Sir, you must not do this!"

This is a move to cut off the retreat. It is obvious that Romil intends to break the boat and defeat the White City defenders in one fell swoop. The problem is that Romil actually cut off the retreat of the people below. With his strength, if he saw that the situation was not good, he could fly into the void alone and return to the ship. The other Earls and Viscounts who were unable to enter the void just stayed and waited to die.

Platt knew of Romil's plan, but since his ship was also stationary in the void, he was naturally happy to make such an arrangement. And others did not dare to question Romil head-on.

After setting the attack mission, Romil turned to Pratt and smiled: "Lord Pratt, are you interested in visiting White City with me?"

Platt stood up and said: "There is nothing to see there. But since Lord Romil is interested, of course I will accompany you."

"Very good!" Romil walked out of the battleship first and stood in the air. A group of strong men followed him out of the ship, and the huge battleship turned around, then took off and disappeared into the sky.

In the White City, Qianye felt as if not long after he sat down, the sound of heavy artillery shells crashing and whistling sounded in the air again.

By this time, no one would intercept the shells. The force is becoming more and more precious. Even Qianye's recovery speed cannot fully make up for the consumption, let alone others. Anyway, the dark race didn't have many artillery shells left, and the shelling was sparse, but it was just a show, and it was used as a signal to attack.

Qianye and Song Zining looked at each other and prepared to separate. At this moment, Qianye suddenly felt something in his heart and turned his head to look at the sky.

Above the night sky, the figures of the two Dukes of Yongye came slowly, their pressure undisguised, like an overwhelming force!

"It's a decisive battle." Qianye realized something in his heart.

Song Zining looked at Qianye and made a gesture. Qianye thought for a moment and nodded slowly.