Monarch of Evernight: Thirty-eight comes to fight

bsp;The initial defeat did not affect the determination of the dark race to attack the enemy. Although they suffered heavy losses on the first two lines of defense, they had a strong force after all and quickly reorganized their lineup. Dark warriors continued to come from the reserve area and crowded tightly on the offensive position.

The dark race was not idle during the regrouping process. They gathered a lot of heavy artillery firepower here and there and continued to bombard the Baicheng position. And in the artillery fire exchange, how could the Dark Fire mercenaries admit defeat?

In the White City, heavy artillery spit out tongues of fire, pouring shells onto the artillery positions of the dark race. Under the absolute suppression of firepower, the dark race's heavy artillery was constantly silenced. However, this time the dark race was determined. The speed of replenishment was uncharacteristically slow. New heavy artillery kept roaring, and they fought with the mercenaries regardless of the cost. .

The absolute number of human troops has always been inferior to the dark race with a large number of servants. Therefore, the priority target of the dark artillery fire is the opponent's heavy artillery. As a result, the coverage of the gathering dark race troops is limited.

Under Platt's strict order, the dark powerhouse no longer conserved the Force and began to try its best to intercept aerial artillery fire, which also greatly limited the effect of dark fire and heavy artillery strikes.

As the dark army was assembled, a shrill horn sounded, and the desolate and distant sound penetrated the vast battlefield, making every dark warrior boil with fighting spirit.

The horn of attack has sounded, and each dark warrior jumped out of their position and rushed towards Baicheng's defense line.

As soon as the forward soldiers stepped into the shooting range, they felt their eyes light up. They reflexively wanted to close their vision, but then they discovered that it was not a flare, but a continuous line of fire that lit up along the outline of the entire White City wall. When the Force gun bombards, the amount of Force flames spewed out is so large that it will be mistaken for a line.

In an instant, the dark warriors at the forefront seemed to have hit an invisible wall and fell in pieces.

However, the dark warriors following behind ignored him and continued to charge over the corpses of their companions. The fires on the White City defense line kept flickering and extinguishing, always a continuous line of fire. Rows of force bombs roared in like a violent storm, harvesting lives in the rows.

The firepower of the Dark Fire mercenaries was so dense that people could not bear to look at it. In the blink of an eye, the deaths and injuries of the Dark Warriors were so great.

The human race's originally shaky second line of defense turned into a flesh and blood blender after a short rest.

On the battleship, Pratt's face was expressionless, with only a swarm of dark warriors falling in his pupils. In front of the Baicheng defense line, every step the soldiers took was at the cost of their lives.

"Sir, would you like to..." a spider demon count asked cautiously.

Platt said decisively: "That is their last strength! Give me the order to have all the guys below the marquis go to the front line to attack!"

The Earl of the Spider Demon was shocked and hurriedly said: "Sir, Qianye is in the city!"

"So what? Even Medeiros died in the battle, do you guys still want to hide behind? Come on!"

The Earl of the Spider Demon had no choice but to salute and said: "As you wish. But sir, that werewolf has been conserving his strength, why not..."

Platt pondered for a long time this time, and gradually there was a murderous intent in his eyes. He said slowly: "Let the Marquis of Red Fang go to the front line to supervise the battle. His current position is too far back."

"What if Lord Hongya disobeys orders?"

"Then I will personally persuade him."

Count Nerubian took the order and left.

After paying heavy casualties, the Dark Soldiers rushed into the Baicheng defense line twice, but were beaten back each time. After all, the dark warriors on the front line are not all lunatics who are not afraid of death. The battle damage is close to total annihilation, and even the violent werewolves will retreat.

They regrouped outside the range of the Force gun, preparing for a larger offensive.

The third charge began. This time it was obviously different from the previous ones. The attacking troops were mixed with a large number of strong men from the dark race. In the blink of an eye, they rushed to the defense line under the firepower of the mercenaries, and then relied on personal tyranny. Destroy fortifications everywhere.

The siege battle is fought like this on the wild line, which is the stupidest way to play. However, no matter what the situation, using lives to fill the battlefield advantage is the most effective method.

The Dark Fire mercenaries couldn't help but have a little confusion, but most of the defense lines were veterans who had experienced hundreds of battles. They knew that retreating at this time would mean death, so it was better to resist desperately and maybe have a glimmer of hope.

However, due to the large number of strong men joining in, the dark race had the absolute upper hand in close combat. As more and more dark warriors rushed into the defense line, the casualties of the mercenaries skyrocketed.

On the city wall, Song Zining stood condescendingly, looking at the offensive and defensive battle on the second line of defense. "He seems to be an impatient guy. He sent out all the strong men so quickly? I thought he had to go to the bottom of the city to force him out. Where is your trump card?”

He took out the black silver mask from his arms, put it on his face, and stretched out his hand to the side. An attendant had already offered the spear to him.

Song Zining jumped out with his gun, and his figure disappeared in the air in the blink of an eye.

On the battle line, a Spider Demon Viscount was showing off his ferocious power, with a heavy ax in his hand, and he cut three mercenaries in half with one slash. The hot blood splashed on his body, making him roar in excitement. However, at this moment, his laughter suddenly stopped. A spear tip that was neither gold nor jade protruded from his throat.

Song Zining's hand shook, and he withdrew the spear, then turned around, suddenly took three steps in a row, and shot out the spear like a dragon, knocking down a strong dark man with each step.

In the thick darkness of night, Song Zining's long spear in white clothes stood out, and he was invincible wherever he passed.

In the blink of an eye, Xuan Yin's mask was splattered with blood, and his white clothes were completely stained.

All commanders and generals are like this. How dare your subordinates not die in service? For a moment, the mercenaries were all excited and fighting to the death. The originally shaky defense line became stable again.

As another werewolf baron was lifted into the air, Song Zining's originally flickering figure that could not be locked suddenly appeared clearly for an instant. After the continuous **** battle, he also consumed a lot of money, and the territory of Sanqian Piaoye was inevitably a little unstable.

At this moment, the night was suddenly dyed with a layer of red light, and a huge red fang was clearly reflected on Song Zining's back!

Song Zining's whole body was shaken, he drew his gun and turned around to stab back. Without even seeing it, he already knew that he was locked in and could not avoid this fatal blow. He could only force his opponent to give up by forcing them to die together.

No one knows what Song Zining's expression looks like under the Xuanyin mask, but this opponent is able to seize a brief moment of space in the chaos and launch a surprise attack, and his own strength is probably not much worse than Song Zining's. How easy is it to make a comeback when such an opponent takes advantage of you?

A vague figure intertwined with the firelight on the battlefield, and it was almost impossible to accurately capture it with the eyes. The shadow flashed from under the gun, and in an instant it circled behind Song Zining again, and clawed at the back of his heart. .

Seeing that the tip of his claws was about to touch Song Zining's white robe, the werewolf that had turned into a faint shadow suddenly felt a warning sound in his heart. A person appeared in the sky in the distance and stood out of thin air. That is Qianye. And in this fleeting glimpse, the werewolf strangely saw that there seemed to be his own shadow in Qianye's eyes.

A chill suddenly surged into his heart. The werewolf felt that what he just saw was too weird, almost like an hallucination, and he didn't understand what he was afraid of. No matter how powerful Qianye is, he is still thousands of meters away. What can he do?

However, this werewolf's character was firm enough. Even though his mind was turbulent, the killing moves in his hands did not pause at all. His sharp claws continued to move forward, tearing through the white robe, cracking the inner armor, and then piercing the flesh. Finally, he met hinder. Those were Song Zining's ribs.

The turbulent dawn force counterattack crashed into the werewolf's claw blade that could crack the alloy, and then encountered the prepared dark force suppression. In such a close combat, the inferiority of the human race's physical strength was undoubtedly revealed. The werewolf was about to dig out Song Zining's heart in one fell swoop, when suddenly a chill rose from the base of his back and tail. It was so cold that it bit the bones, and he was unable to resist it!

He turned his head desperately and saw an afterimage in the air hundreds of meters away. That was Qianye, but it was just an afterimage.

The werewolf turned around at the same time, and the claws that had been inserted into Song Zining's back were pulled out and slashed backwards. But when he turned around desperately, he only saw a sword light in his eyes. The werewolf's upper body separated from his body and flew high into the sky. It was only then that Qianye's figure slowly appeared.

Qianye looked at the sky, slightly surprised, and said: "So he is still a marquis?"

“Can’t you see?” Song Zining walked over.

"It's a bit weak."

"Weak? I almost died. Is this called weak?" Song Zining said angrily.

Qianye smiled faintly and said: "With me here, how could you die? Is your injury serious?"

Song Zining shook his head, "A small bruise on the flesh, nothing serious, not even a bone."

It was only then that the half of Hongya's body that was flying high fell to the ground with a plop, still struggling to support itself. However, the flesh and blood at the incision area were all charred black. They had been burned into charcoal under the morning light of Qianye. All life was lost. It was clear at a glance that there was no way to survive.

Qianye turned to look at the werewolf Marquis who was unwilling to struggle, with a somewhat confused look on his face, and then said: "That's right, it seems that he is indeed a bit too weak."

"Why do you feel weak? His Force level should be higher than mine, but Shadow Wolf is not very strong in melee combat. Wait, you...turn around and show me."

Qianye was a little confused and looked at Song Zining. Song Zining stared at his eyes carefully for a long time, then said: "I see, your eye skills have improved again."

"Is that so? I don't feel it."

Song Zining glared at him and said angrily: "No feeling? Have you been able to restrain a marquis' actions before?"

Qianye thought for a while and said honestly: "No."

"That's enough. Okay, get ready to retreat. Let's cut off the rear." Song Zining floated into the air regardless of the situation, waving the spear that was neither gold nor jade in the air in several trajectories, and then put the gun away. Stand with hands.

When Baicheng was neutral, another row of flares was fired, and the heavy artillery roared again, blocking the battlefield with firepower.

Only the strong men of darkness can break through the double blockade of flares and heavy artillery, but at this moment Song Zining and Qianye stood side by side, the two of them standing in the center of the entire battlefield.

They are waiting for someone to fight, but the Marquis of Red Fang was killed by Qianye in one blow, who dares to fight?

On Yongye's side, all the attention fell on Pratt in an instant. Only if the Spider Demon Vice Duke takes action personally can he hope to break through Qianye and join forces with Song Zining.

Pratt stood motionless, like a statue, motionless.

After a while, the flares in the sky gradually fell silent, the heavy artillery fire also stopped, and the smoke cleared, revealing the outline of the White City. The second line of defense was empty, and all the mercenaries had withdrawn into the White City. Qianye and Song Zining were hanging in front of the city gate.

Platt stared at Qianye, his pupils gradually shrinking.

Qianye seemed to feel something, turned his head slightly and looked back. The two people's eyes were thousands of meters apart, and they collided in the air.

Qianye raised his eyebrows, sneered, and a thin line of blood shot up. He was full of momentum, just waiting for Pratt to fight.

Pratt suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky. At this moment, there is a full moon in the sky, which is actually shining with light.