Monarch of Evernight: One hundred seventy-three falls like night

bsp;In the Evernight Fortress, several large transport ships are landing. They have brought in replacement soldiers and necessary military supplies.

Duke Dominic stood on the landing field and personally inspected the incoming supplies. When he saw several specially marked refrigerated boxes, he nodded with satisfaction. Among these boxes, all were shipped for the fortress. The finest ingredients and wine prepared by the upper nobles.

Now only good food and good wine can make Dominic feel that life in this fortress has some meaning. He silently counted the days and said to himself: "Seven days, wait for another seven days..."

He looked at the time and saw that it was only a quarter of an hour before dinner, which made him feel better again. He began to wonder what kind of surprise the chef would bring tonight.

In anticipation, he looked towards the main building of the fortress.

He is only the supervisor of this fortress, and Nighteye is the highest authority of the Parliament in the New World. After returning Roloni to the Marquis of Glory, no one, not even the Duke, dared to challenge her authority again.

After all, Eternal Flame didn’t react at all after that incident, and the Demon King just pretended not to know. Maybe the demon will find a way to get revenge in the future, but at least for now, the demon still swallows this sigh of relief.

But in Dominic's eyes, Ye Tong completely lived the life of an ascetic. She only eats very simple things every day, never touches alcohol, and only drinks water.

Dominique sometimes really doesn’t understand. Why does she need such strength and power? Shouldn't a long life be filled with eating, drinking and having fun?

After being distracted for a while, Dominic walked towards his exclusive restaurant. The long table there must have been filled with carefully prepared food.

Just after walking out of the take-off and landing field, a viscount rushed over and shouted: "My lord, something bad has happened!"

Dominique's face sank, "Why do you need to be so panicked!"

Viscount said: "You will know after you come and take a look."

Disturbed from dinner, Dominic followed the Viscount with a gloomy expression. If he didn't see a suitable reason, he would definitely punish this ungrateful guy severely.

Ascending to the watchtower, the Viscount handed over a high-powered telescope and pointed into the distance. Dominic snorted, slapped the telescope away with his palm, focused his eyes, and looked into the distance.

At the end of the field of vision, a lonely peak appears. It’s just that the lonely peak that I’m used to seeing now has something extra on it.

Dominique's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly jumped up and flew towards the lonely peak. He wanted to confirm with his own eyes whether what he just saw was real.

In the blink of an eye, he rushed back faster than when he left. Before he could fall, he shouted hysterically: "Assemble, assemble! Call all the troops out to me! Attack, give them all to me. Attack, I must take down that place before midnight today!"

A moment later, a shrill whistle sounded in the base, and groups of soldiers rushed out of their respective barracks. Many of them were still holding on to their armors and equipment and had not had time to put them on. Marquises and counts were walking back and forth in the chaotic school grounds, shouting hoarsely, looking for their troops.

The door of the munitions warehouse slowly opened, and piles of heavy shields and battle axes were moved out and distributed to the werewolves and spider demons.

The scene was chaotic, with quartermasters waving registration slips and shouting in vain. The irritable werewolves and nerubian heavy warriors didn't bother to register. They roughly knocked the quartermaster away, grabbed the equipment they wanted, and walked towards their respective assembly areas.

A large cloud of steam came out of the fortress tower, and the hundred-ton gate slowly slid open under the influence of gears. Groups of heavily armed warriors strode out of the fortress and ran towards the lonely peak in the distance.

Several troops who were on combat readiness duty left the fortress, and the school grounds finally made room, so quickly troops quickly gathered, geared up, and drove out of the fortress.

When he saw that the heavily armored troops who were resting began to assemble, Dominic suddenly remembered something and ordered: "Let the remaining troops be on standby. Just send... 30,000 soldiers over first. Go and notify the demon descendants. Duke Downey, and the Duke of Spider Demon, please arrive before midnight."

"Yes, Your Excellency." The adjutant distributed the orders, feeling a little strange in his heart. He didn't understand the purpose of his somewhat inconsistent orders.

In order to take the enemy's situation seriously, there are clearly more than 200,000 soldiers stationed in the fortress, why only 30,000 are sent? But if you don't pay attention to it, why bother to recall the two dukes from the external branch base, looking like they are facing a formidable enemy. Moreover, why was such an important military situation not reported to Master Ye Tong when it caused such a big stir?

The adjutant was confused, and now the marquis on the front line finally knew the answer.

They saw the big flag flying in the wind on the lonely peak, and they also saw the enemy.

Only one person.

Several marquis stopped in astonishment and looked at the man under the banner. They knew Qianye and how terrifying he was. But what is the scene in front of me? Is this man going to challenge the entire Eternal Night World? Just him?

Is Qianye crazy, or is the world crazy?

The marquis stood there for a long time before they believed they had seen it right. At this time, the troops had already spread out behind them, surrounding the lonely peak, waiting for the order to attack. But they waited for a long time, but no order came.

Everyone saw the big flag on the top of the mountain and the word "night". Every stroke was like the edge of a peerless sword, which made their eyes hurt.

Gradually, the troops began to commotion. Some impulsive soldiers felt insulted and wanted to enter a violent state and rush forward desperately. Some people thought so and did so.

A Spider Demon Viscount raised his head to the sky and roared, transformed into a spider body, held a heavy shield and battle ax, almost climbed to the top of the straight cliff, and rushed towards Qianye. Inspired by his war cry, many nerubian warriors went berserk and roared towards the lonely peak.

The next thing that was inspired was the werewolf team next to the Spider Demon Square, which was also furious and went into battle. For them, there is not much difference between a cliff and a plain.

However, none of the vampires moved. The number of demon descendants is small, and most of them are long-range, so their fighting positions are relatively far back.

The Spider Demon Viscount rushed in front of Qianye, with two pairs of limbs raised high, and the battle ax struck Qianye on the head with the force of a thunderbolt!

Qianye finally moved.

He stood up, pulled out Dongyue that was stuck on the ground beside him, took a step forward, held the sword in both hands, turned around with the sword, swept the sword blade across, then returned to the original place, and stuck Dongyue on the ground again.

The upper body of the Spider Demon Viscount suddenly flew over Qianye's head. He still held the battle ax firmly. Pulled by the force of the heavy swing of the battle ax and spinning, half of his body flew far over the peak and fell from the other end. .

The lower half of the body rushed past Qianye, and did not stop until it hit several stone pillars. The jointed limbs were still moving freely and unconsciously, and the blade-like front end drew sparks on the ground, but Not many scratches left.

The death of the Spider Demon Viscount did not frighten the dark warriors who had gone completely berserk. They swarmed towards him, and Qianye finally raised his eyes, stretched out his hand to pull up Dongyue, and rushed towards the front, charging into the army.

In the eyes of the marquis watching the battle from afar, every move of Qianye's sword was so clear and rhythmic, without any unnecessary movements. They felt like they were back in their childhood, watching the swordsmanship instructor demonstrate top swordsmanship.

While each of the marquises was watching mesmerized, a sigh suddenly sounded above their heads, "So...concentrated!"

The marquis looked up and found that Dominic had appeared at some point, standing in the air, staring blankly at Qianye on the lonely peak.

Dominique's vision was different again, and he reminded the marquis that they could see the difference.

Qianye is calm and focused, and every sword move is extremely serious. Even when facing the most ordinary little warrior, he treats him as if he were a lifelong enemy, without making any mistakes or flaws. He just focused on killing the enemy with one sword, as if there were millions of troops in front of him, and he could kill them bit by bit.

Qianye is like the most precise and reliable machine at this moment. From the moment it was built, it was for the purpose of harvesting lives.

Slowly, an indescribable chill emerged in the hearts of the marquises, and they suddenly lost the slightest fighting spirit. They had an intuition that even if they went up, Qianye would only kill an ordinary soldier with one sword strike.

Qianye, who is neither happy nor sad, is the most terrifying thing.

This man, at this moment, is the God of War.

The marquises all looked at Dominic in unison. At this time, only the Duke could block Qianye's sword. However, they saw that Dominic's hand was shaking slightly, but he didn't notice it at all.

Dominic suddenly screamed: "Attack! Everyone attacks! Whoever can kill him, I will give him a drop of source blood!"

The marquis were stunned, and the feeling of uneasiness in their hearts became even stronger. They looked at each other and gave the order for the entire army to attack, but they all stayed in place with a tacit understanding.

Ordinary dark warriors cannot see so many things behind the scenes. What they see is that Qianye is trapped in a tight siege and is fighting hard. Inspired by the Duke's blood, they all forgot fear, life and death, and fought towards the lonely peak.

Dominique glanced at the few marquis who remained behind, his eyes extremely stern. The several marquis just pretended not to see it, all of them seemed to be nailed to the spot, unable to move.

Dominique snorted, and in a flash, he returned to the fortress.

As soon as he returned to the fortress, he loudly ordered: "Assemble the follow-up troops! Go out according to the rotation order, dispatch three divisions every hour. In addition, send people to invite the two dukes, and make sure they arrive in advance. Just say... ...Just say this is His Majesty’s order!”

The adjutant was startled and said: "This... do you want to report it to His Majesty first?"

Dominique stared at him and said coldly: "I think it is necessary to change the adjutant."

The adjutant was so distraught that he hurriedly said: "Sir, calm down, I'll do it now, I'll do it now!"

However, it was too late, Dominic pierced his blood core with a sword. The Duke kicked the adjutant's body away, grabbed a viscount next to him, and said coldly: "From now on, you are my adjutant. Go and execute the order. Do you understand?"

The new adjutant nodded desperately and flew away.

Dominique’s face looks better now. But when he looked at the flying flag in the distance, his face was full of gloom. He wanted to know, of the more than 200,000 dark warriors in the fortress, how many could that man kill?