Monarch of Evernight: The cruel reality of 154

bsp;William took Qianye into the camp and returned to his office.

He went inside and stayed for a while, then changed back to his human form. He came out holding a stack of documents, placed them in front of Qianye, and said, "See for yourself."

Qianye took the document and read it one by one, his expression gradually becoming serious.

After a moment, Qianye suddenly raised his head and said, "She became Yongye's frontline coach. Why didn't you tell me? Don't say you didn't know about my relationship with her."

Many of the various pasts between Qianye and Yetong are not secrets, and they are gradually spreading as their respective statuses rise. Now Qianye has a powerful force in Yonglu, and Yetong has become the commander of the Yongye Alliance, and he is even more determined to resist King Xuan without defeat. The past story of Qianye fighting his way out of the empire for Ye Tong has become a legend, widely circulated between the two camps.

Whether it is a human race or a dark race, it is unexpected that many girls have become Qianye’s fans.

Hearing Qianye's question, William sighed and said, "You have nothing to do with her now, right?"

"That's between us."

William shrugged and said: "Anyone who dared to mention her and you some time ago would be killed on the spot as soon as it came to her ears. After killing a dozen talkative guys, everyone We all know that she doesn’t want to hear about the past anymore, at least not in front of her.”

Qianye listened quietly.

William added: "You also know that in the initial stage of the development of the new world, we werewolves were excluded. So how the door is opened, even what the real door of the new world is, and what is behind the door, we are all I don’t know. As for why she became the head coach of the coalition, I can’t know the reason, and I don’t think you want to know about it.”

Qianye sighed, continued to look through the documents in his hand, and asked: "Are these casualty figures true?"

"Of course it's true. If the other three tribes really couldn't hold on, how could they find us werewolves again? It's just that the way the council mobilized troops is really unacceptable to us, otherwise I wouldn't have come here. Here we are, the werewolves alone have lost more than 100,000 soldiers in the past week! Hey, Song Zining and Zhao Jundu are really ruthless!”

Qianye didn’t know how to answer the question, so he sighed, suddenly his eyes narrowed, and he said: "These military exploits..."

William glanced at the document in Qianye's hand and said: "Of course these military exploits are real, and they will all be attributed to her. Speaking of which, she is really powerful. She forced King Dingxuan back with one move, completely Turning the tide of the war and pushing the human race back to the fortress..."

He glanced at Qianye’s face and immediately shut up.

Qianye rubbed his forehead and said, "In other words, at least 100,000 imperial soldiers died at her hands in the past week?"

"You can't say that, he died at the hands of the coalition forces. She was just the coach, how many people could she kill?" William defended Ye Tong, and finally said: "Of course, she killed that guy with her own hands. The other two so-and-so males will probably be disabled for a long time even though they escaped. It’s so hard for you humans to name them, so I can’t even remember them.”

Qianye was silent for a long time, put down the battle report, and murmured: "How... can you do it so cruelly?"

William patted Qianye on the shoulder and sighed: "This is your fault. Our two camps have been fighting for thousands of years, and we have accumulated so much hatred and hatred. How can we say that we can't succeed? She also has Tribesmen, some friends have died in your hands. How will this debt be settled? To be honest, if you hadn't possessed the power of darkness and had the identity of the Son of Darkness, it would have been impossible for you and I to live in peace like this. I've probably fought you to death for a long time, right? You can still show mercy when you meet alone. In a big battlefield, being kind to the enemy is cruel to the tribe."

Qianye said: "I know all the truth, but... I still can't accept it. You don't understand, we lived together for a while, and she liked a peaceful life. Later, that incident happened, and we reached a neutral state. Actually, I didn’t want to take revenge on anyone. Alas, everything has changed.”

"If you are referring to those so-and-so males, then I think they are looking for death themselves. If they don't stay in the fortress and insist on coming out to join in the fun, who will they kill if they don't kill them?"

William's comfort did not have much effect. Qianye said slowly: "I don't know what to do now."

William sighed and said: "I understand. Although I can't help you, if you want to find someone to drink with, I can accompany you now."

"Okay."

Most werewolves like wine, so William immediately ordered someone to bring a few boxes over and start drinking them right in the office. Qianye was in a depressed mood, so he accepted everyone who came. In the blink of an eye, many empty bottles were thrown around the two of them.

"Qianye, do you know, from the first time I saw you..."

"Come and drink!"

"Qianye, don't think so much. After all, we are not kings yet. Even if we become kings, so what, won't we still be bullied?"

"Do it!"

No matter what the loud-tongued William said, Qianye drank it back with a large glass of wine.

A moment later, Qianye staggered out of the office, his figure flashed, and then he disappeared from the spot. In the office, William was lying on his back among a pile of empty wine bottles, snoring loudly and drunk.

By the time he returned to the Grand Duke's Mansion in Bibo City, Qianye was no longer drunk. He immediately gathered his troops, boarded the battleship, and went to explore the new world.

Only in the new world, dealing with the Holy Tree and the Legion of Alien Beasts, will you not have so many worries. William was right about one thing. Even if Qianye became the Great King, he would not be able to resolve the conflict between the two camps and would be unable to resolve the dead situation at hand.

Yong Lu’s paradise-like current situation is a special case. Qianye has always been aware that if he were not in this period, in this place, it would be impossible for him to exist. Even now, if he makes a mistake, the peaceful land will soon usher in a new storm.

He could only hold on to a faint hope that Ye Tong and Song Zining and Zhao Jundu could hold back a little, and not have to put each other to death.

But Qianye couldn't deceive himself. The heavy casualty figures in the battle report and the names of those who had been killed in the battle all hinted that this war had reached a life-or-death moment, and there was no room for change.

No matter Ye Tong or Song Zining or Zhao Jundu, who wins or loses, Qianye doesn't know how to face the living, nor does he know how to face the dead.

He can only escape.

In the central fortress of the empire, there are many more markers on the large map in the command room. The area around the central fortress now has dozens of symbols representing the steel fortress. These fortresses seemed to pop up out of the ground overnight, and as the war progressed, more and more of them were fought.

Song Zining stood in front of the map, his eyes were sunken at the moment, and even his god-level Force cultivation could not stop his fatigue. He rubbed his face vigorously, cheered up, picked up a few symbols representing the new fortress, and was hesitating where to put them. Each symbol dropped means a new fort will be built within days.

After a short period of actual combat testing, mobile fortresses like the Empire can be equipped in batches. If it is quick, it can be built overnight.

The roar of gunfire could be heard faintly outside the window. This sound continued day and night, and everyone was used to it.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Zhao Jundu walked in.

Seeing that it was him, Song Zining perked up and said, "You are here. It seems that the battle ahead is going smoothly."

"It's okay. Today's troop casualty rate is only one quarter."

"This is good news."

Zhao Jundu said: "I came to you to discuss something. You must know that too."

Song Zining was startled, then understood, nodded and said: "It's time to discuss it carefully."

Zhao Jundu said: "I will face her head-on on the battlefield soon. My idea is not to make a killing move first and see how she responds."

Song Zining was silent for a moment and said: "You are kidding with your own life."

"She is Xiaowu's woman after all, and I can't do anything. If she really kills her, then I can let her go and fight." Zhao Jundu said calmly.

Song Zining said: "With her current strength, if she really attacks with all her strength, you... you may not be able to catch it."

Zhao Jundu said calmly: "It's no big deal. If I really die in the battle, tell Xiao Wu not to avenge me."

"You..."

"I'm just telling you my decision, not asking for your approval."

Song Zining smiled bitterly and said slowly: "Do you think she can still remember the friendship from back then?"

"If no one is doing it secretly, she will."

"Okay..."

The sound of gunfire outside the window suddenly became louder, and even a turret at the central base began to roar. Luminous bullets roared across the sky and hit a floating battleship in the distance.

A staff officer rushed over and shouted before he even entered the door: "Sir, the dark race army has arrived!"

Song Zining frowned and said, "Why panic! Haven't the dark races been here long ago? Who are we fighting these days?"

The staff officer calmed down and said: "This time is different. The real main force is coming. At least, there are at least 200,000, no, 300,000. There are people from all races!"

Zhao Jundu and Song Zining looked at each other and said, "They are finally here. It was a thunderous strike. She is indeed the woman Xiao Wu has chosen."

Song Zining had a hint of worry in his eyebrows and said, "Aren't you going to think about it more?"

Zhao Jundu said: "I think people can't make mistakes." He paused and then said: "If you make a mistake, I will take full responsibility for it."

Watching him walking away, Song Zining almost knitted his eyebrows together, and finally he could only let out a long sigh.

On the land of the Black Sun Valley, the army of the dark race is like a tide, flowing over the land and rushing towards the imperial fortress.

In the sky, countless aerostats shuttled back and forth, dropping countless soldiers and heavy equipment onto the front line. Judging from the aerospace ships used, the dark race has spent a lot of money, as if they want to finish the battle.

On the ground, the four dark races arrived together, and the four armies were like four sharp swords, slashing towards the empire's fortresses. In the sky, there are many figures standing, each of them famous.

Above the demon army, An Wen stood on the deck of the floating ship, staring at the fortress group ahead. Around him, countless numbers are clearly extinguishing and regenerating. Every movement of the demon army below will be reflected in the numerical formulas around him.

A massive amount of data continued to surge in Anwen's eyes. He was obviously serious and serious, and the worry between his brows was getting thicker and thicker.

"Is it really okay for you to command like this?" The witch's voice suddenly sounded in Anwen's ears.