Monarch of Evernight: The end of one, one and two
bsp;Wei Potian shouted first: "Wu Zhengnan, you have fallen into eternal night!"
This is one of the signs of the gradual demonization of the human body. Whether Wu Zhengnan has been controlled by the dark force for a long time and only used tricks to deceive the world, or this time he was dominated by the dark force due to his serious injury and the use of secret techniques to suppress it. Status only means one thing, he has completely fallen to Yong Ye's side.
Wu Zhengnan suddenly became angry and said angrily: "If it weren't for practicing military tactics when I was young and damaging my body's fundamentals, would I have to seek help from the dark side to save my life? You are from a noble family, and you have secret knowledge since you were young. Combat skills, how could you know how I felt when I was waiting for a high-level skill to save my life?"
He paused, pointed at Qianye and sneered, saying: "He is also practicing the art of military attack, and he is still a fifth-level military king. Do you think this is a good thing? The faster the process, the shorter his life! No. Within three years, he will feel the pain of various hidden injuries, and will die before he reaches thirty."
Wei Potian became angry and opened his mouth, but no words came out.
Qianye said slowly: "In the Imperial Palace, isn't it possible to apply for martial arts to the military department by accumulating military merit?"
Wu Zhengnan looked at Qianye, his anger calmed down a little, and sneered: "You should also be from the military, and you must know that such special resources need to be queued up. At that time, they said that my military rank and merit were not enough, but if I You are from a noble family, so you barely meet the standard. Qianye, your future prospects may not be much better than mine. You must either become a dog of the noble family in exchange for a low-level martial art, or sell your life for ten years to see before you die. Can you earn enough military merit?"
Qianye was silent. He could imagine Wu Zhengnan's despair when he was rejected that day. The empire's society is very hierarchical, and almost all resource allocations are linked to one's origin. In the Imperial Palace, it is quite fair. Whether you are promoted or apply for military equipment, you only look at your strength and military exploits, but the conversion of military skills is different.
It is not just a book of engraved skills, but the most important thing is a complete set of potions used to repair hidden injuries on the body. Not only is it expensive, but the raw materials are also very rare. The number placed on the military merit exchange list every year is extremely limited. . Therefore, origin is inevitably added to the threshold for the allocation of this special resource, which is why the military expedition is called the cannon fodder technique.
Wu Zhengnan smiled lowly and said, "How can I serve such an empire?"
Qianye shook his head and said in a soft but firm voice: "But nothing should be the reason for you to fall into the eternal night and in turn harm your fellow humans."
Wu Zhengnan was startled, then laughed wildly and said: "You are really a stubborn little guy, then try the taste of my dark force, it can melt away the flesh and blood of your body bit by bit, Until it turns into a withered skeleton! The feeling is no worse than the hidden injury of Bingbingjue."
Wu Zhengnan punched out from a distance, and a black and red mist fire rushed towards Qianye, submerging him in it, so fast that there was no room for dodge.
"Xiaoye!" Wei Potian suddenly stood up with strength that he didn't know where he came from, and there was an extra layer of earthy yellow light on his body. However, the light curtain of Qianzhong Mountain is extremely dim, like a candle in the wind. Even if it is not attacked, it may not be able to hold on for long.
Wu Zhengnan narrowed his eyes slightly and snorted: "You are not overestimating your own abilities!"
He waved his hand, and a ball of mist and fire rushed towards Wei Potian. The mist-like scarlet fire was sticky and greasy, and as soon as it hit the light curtain of Qianzhong Mountain, it stuck tightly, making a sizzling and violent erosion sound.
In the blink of an eye, the faint light of Qianzhong Mountain was swallowed up, and the remaining one or two fell on Wei Potian, instantly eroding big holes in the extremely high-defense armor under his clothes. Then the skin, bones and flesh were glued on. Although Wei Potian's force continued to resist, his skin still quickly turned black and scorched.
Wei Potian was so stubborn that he didn't even hum. He still stood upright, and stars even began to shine on his clenched fists.
Wu Zhengnan snorted, a fierce look appeared on his face, and punched Wei Potian with another distant punch, shouting: "If you want to die so much, then I will help you!"
Wu Zhengnan punched out, and the black and red force pulled out a half-foot-long flame like a whip, came out of the fist, and struck Wei Potian on the head. Wei Potian roared and punched to meet the attack without fear, but looking at how reluctant he was to even stand, how could he possibly block it?
A thin green light suddenly lit up in the sky, and a green leaf disappeared from Song Zining's fingertips, and suddenly appeared in the void, splitting the black and red force flames in half, and the remaining force passed over Wu Zhengnan's body without stopping. forward.
Wu Zhengnan shouted, staggered back two steps, and looked at his body in disbelief. A thin line of blood appeared on his chest and abdomen, and then opened up, turning into a horrific wound. It was a wound that nearly ripped him open!
And Song Zining vomited another mouthful of blood, and an emerald green leaf pendant hanging on his chest quickly lost its luster and became gray and rough. This time he couldn't stand even against the wall and fell heavily to the ground.
Wu Zhengnan looked at his wounds for a while, then looked at Song Zining and said, "You actually have so many ways to protect yourself. Even if we encounter you in the future, I may not be able to keep you. Why are you still here to die?"
Song Zining smiled faintly and said, "You won't understand."
Wu Zhengnan said solemnly: "It doesn't matter. After killing you, I don't need to understand anymore."
At this moment, Qianye, who had fallen down after being attacked by the black and red mist fire, suddenly groaned and struggled to stand up. Some of the sticky mist fire still stuck to his body. It was almost extinguished. But now it was stimulated by some unknown source and suddenly started to burn again. Large areas of flesh and blood began to burn and fester wherever it passed.
However, Qianye's situation was also extremely abnormal. As he stood up, bright red blood like water continued to gush out from the wound, and the rich vitality was surprisingly vigorous.
If you look carefully, the blood flowing out from Qianye's injury is like a living thing. It does not drip to the ground, but climbs and flows on its own. As long as it encounters a little mist and fire, it will spread over it, and white smoke will rise. You can see that the mist and fire are quickly disappearing, and the clumps of granulation are growing at a speed visible to the eyes. In the blink of an eye, the wounds are closed, leaving patches of light scars. Deep in the wounds where bones were visible, thin lines of gold and purple flashed from time to time in the gushing blood.
For some reason, Wu Zhengnan suddenly felt extremely uneasy and frightened when he saw Qianye now, as if he had encountered a natural enemy. His face darkened, and he took a deep breath. The wound on his abdomen shrank until only a long, uneven mark remained. He slowly raised his right palm, and black-red force mist fire appeared on it again.
Qian Yeping held up the twin flowers, and the lines on the gun body lit up one after another. His arms revealed the crimson light of the force, and the golden light spots were floating and sinking.
In order to resist Wu Zhengnan's mist fire, the boiling blood energy in Qianye's body was completely wiped out. All the dark red blood energy and purple blood energy lay languidly in his heart, unable to move. Only the golden blood energy was barely usable. . At this critical moment of life and death, the golden blood once again resonated with Qianye's remaining Dawn Force, and rushed into the twin flowers together.
Qianye suddenly sighed heavily and said, "Wu Zhengnan, what you paid such a high price for is this lowest level of blood?"
Wu Zhengnan was startled and didn’t understand why Qianye said that. But the feeling of danger lingering in his heart was amplified hundreds of times, and his instinct made him choose to take action immediately, so Wu Zhengnan roared and punched out!
Qianye's finger steadily pulled the trigger, and then he heard two crisp sounds in his ears, as if something was broken.
The two-color flowers blooming side by side in the void sway as before, but a new layer of force array appears on the gun body. It is a gauze-like mist intertwined with countless light golden lights, giving the flower of illusion Wear a coat of sunshine.
The bullets condensed by the Force in the twin flower guns are also light golden, like an inconspicuous ray of sunlight shining into the corner through the window. However, when Wu Zhengnan's black and red mist fire hit them head-on, it melted away like spring water breaking through ice.
The light golden force bomb broke through the mist fire without any weakening or delay, and instantly bombarded Wu Zhengnan!
The golden light quickly expanded, covering most of Wu Zhengnan's body, and he suddenly let out an indescribable scream, as if he was experiencing the deepest pain in the world. The steel-like body kept struggling and twisting, but the originally solid flesh and blood melted quickly like wax in the fire, pieces fell off, and the bones also eroded at the same time.
In the blink of an eye, Wu Zhengnan collapsed and turned into a puddle of something that I don’t know how to describe.
"It's over?" This was Qianye's last clear consciousness, and then he knew nothing else.
For a moment, the courtyard, which was almost in ruins, suddenly became silent.
Wei Potian was indeed thick-skinned. He took a moment to catch his breath, then stood up first and struggled towards the puddle of things that Wu Zhengnan had transformed into. It looked like melted wax, with some well-defined internal organ remains solidified inside. Seeing this strange scene, even if he had always been bold, he couldn't help but feel a little creepy at the moment.
While Wei Potian was staring at Wu Zhengnan's remains in a daze, a burst of fire suddenly flew from the side and landed on the pile of things. As soon as it touched the sparks, the wreckage burned violently, and the flames shot out more than ten meters high!
Wei Potian was caught off guard and almost had his eyebrows lit. He took two steps back and looked back. Song Zining had stood up at some point, holding the crystal short spear gun in his hand, and there were still a few sparks floating in the air.
The Song Dynasty’s secret combat skill, the Beacon Fire Spreading Gun, shoots out flames of the Force, which are basically impossible to extinguish. And the pile of debris seemed to be particularly easy to burn, shrinking into a pile of black **** in the blink of an eye.
Wei Potian was startled, and suddenly became a little angry, shouting: "What do you want to do? This is evidence! It is ironclad evidence that Wu Zhengnan has collaborated with the enemy and rebelled!"
Song Zining vomited out another mouthful of blood, but his complexion actually got better. He ignored Wei Potian, walked quickly to Qianye, knelt down on one knee, his hands were cold, and the mist condensed by the Force was like rain, constantly washing away Qianye's scars. Tired body.
There are still some thin streams of blood on Qianye's body that are climbing and extending aimlessly. As soon as they come into contact with Song Zining's fog of force, they immediately shrink back into the body as if they are alive, and those remaining deep It can be seen that the bone wound also squirmed and began to heal consciously.
Wei Potian's expression suddenly changed, he became quiet, and stood there watching silently. Song Zining waited until all the blood on Qianye's body was washed away before he raised his head and said calmly: "Now you can call for rescue, and notify my guards by the way."