Monarch of Evernight: Sixty-five and the final battle

bsp;Habbs's expression was stern, without any expression on his face. His sapphire-like eyes turned blood red at some point, like a long river of blood roaring.

He must have seen in the eyes of the Demon King that this move was already considered rude. The Demon King was neither angry nor angry, and there was not even a trace of offended emotion in his abyss-like eyes.

Habbs finally lowered his eyes and lowered his head.

Suddenly, the surrounding space began to climb up. Similar to the situation of stars in the sky, the tiny spots of light always felt dim and faint. That's because all areas within the scope of the Black Sun will be suppressed, even if the Demon King has been restraining his pressure. In the end, the sunset-like color spread out, strangely giving the stars a halo.

Field "Twilight Kingdom"!

Habbs slowly raised his right hand, the power of blood rising to its peak almost instantly. Dark flames surrounded the entire arm, and his famous weapon, the "Eternal Spear", was condensed inch by inch.

Habbs looked up at Lin Xitang, "Where is your 'Qianmo Yanhua'?" The two of them had fought each other more than once, and both sides were familiar with their weapons.

However, what appeared in Lin Xitang's palm was not the heavy long-barreled revolver, but a spear gun. He stepped back in one step, pointed the tip of his gun at the sky, and made a hand gesture.

Seeing the power of this gun, Habbs was slightly startled and said: "The Passion of Fire? Is this the Song Clan's gun technique?"

Lin Xitang said: "Martial arts all over the world lead to the same destination through different paths. I just think that this style is the most suitable for this moment."

Habbs asked no more questions. All emotion had faded from his eyes, and he was so indifferent that he was almost dead. Only his blood was violently churning, like a trapped dragon about to escape from the shackles. This is a sign that his blood power has been completely raised to its peak.

For a moment, the blood energy roared together like a tide, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into a **** storm in the void.

Lin Xitang shot out first, and the space seemed to freeze for a moment, and then like a prism, people and guns split into more than a dozen figures, overwhelming the sky and the ground, and attacking Habs together.

Habbs didn't dodge or dodge, and shot the shot head-on.

However, half of the "ghost corridor" this time was not a virtual image. In the blink of an eye, Habs was hit five or six times in a row. The deepest wound was also the most dangerous. Blood amber was faintly visible among the texture of the cut open chest. .

There is a notch on the blood amber, one of the hardest materials in the world.

Habbs's face did not change at all, and he pushed forward steadily with the gun in his hand, as if nothing could stop him.

The light of the pale gold spear slid like the light of dusk in the **** storm. Wherever it passed, all living beings were silent until it passed through Lin Xitang's body.

"Sleep of the God of War"! The Crown of Fire is famous as the finishing move in the world of eternal night. Twenty years ago, Habbs had not used this method for many years since he killed the Grand Duke of Evernight, who was at the same level as himself.

Fight with all your strength and send off your opponent with the strongest blow. This is the highest respect that a strong man in Eternal Night can express.

The pale golden light of the "Twilight Kingdom" instantly swept through every star, and the realm of "Star Escape" began to collapse. Above the deep black dome, stars fell like snow powder.

The points of starlight were fragmented and almost too weak to be seen clearly. However, a very faint fragment of light could still be caught in the corner of the eye. Just as soon as he turned his head, it disappeared from sight, making people doubt whether it ever existed.

It seemed vaguely that someone was whispering in his ear, "Lin Xitang, you don't remember." The Demon King's confused sigh seemed to come from a very long distance, "This is the second time you and I have met. I shouldn't have done it back then. Let you leave alive, which will lead to the passive situation of the entire eternal night today."

The black sun shrouding the void suddenly faded away, and the world regained its light. At the same time, the stars were shining brightly, and then I saw the stars falling straight from the sky as if they were endless, covered with hair ends, clothes, spear points and wounds.

The Demon King raised his head, and the stars in the sky fell on his perfectly perfect cheeks, "Habbs, I'll wait for you at the Holy Mountain." Darkness filled the air, once again covering the figure and appearance of the Dark Holy Mountain, and then he Just disappeared from this void.

Lin Xitang held the gun still, with a smile on his face and his eyes slowly closed.

A ray of light appeared at the tip of his spear, flew straight into the sky, and disappeared into the depths of the void in the blink of an eye.

The Song Dynasty's Beacon Fire Spreading Spear regained its highest level in the hands of Lin Xitang. It's just a glimmer of hope, but I don't know where it will end up.

At the same time, the situation in the floating land battle changed in an almost crumbling way.

First, the main mobile fleet in outer space suddenly disappeared, and control of outer space fell into the hands of the empire again. Immediately, the close-ground air combat troops that were deploying troops on several important battlefields withdrew one after another, and even the duke-level figures who were supposed to be commanding the battle situation left together.

The imperial army, which had been fighting fiercely for a long time, suddenly felt relieved. At least the black tide on the front front had a boundary and was no longer endless.

Soon after, various armies began to receive the latest strategic intelligence. Although it was impossible to make an immediate comeback based on a plan, in the eyes of the commanders and generals, it was like a cloud had cleared and a new avenue had been carved out of the stalemate.

Baicheng is the calmest place on the continent at the moment. After Teague retreated, no Yong Ye soldiers appeared outside the city.

As soon as Teague returned to the airport, he learned more about the latest situation, and a dark cloud suddenly enveloped his heart. He was still not sure what had happened, but the sword-wielding man did not appear to be strong, and the main fleet was dispatched to perform unknown tasks, which gave him an ominous premonition.

After waiting for more than an hour, he accidentally discovered that Yongye's deployed fleet was leaving the floating land. He immediately ordered all the aerostats in the nearby aerostat base to take off and load everything they could take away. He left Fulu immediately. As for what to do with the other troops on the floating land, it was no longer within their consideration, or in other words, it was not within Teague's consideration.

As long as Baicheng remains, other Yongye troops on the floating land will not be able to reach this aerostat base. After the departure of the Evernight Fleet, the empire will soon gain full air control, and returning home will become extremely difficult. Perhaps seeing this, Teague left very resolutely. As for the punishment he will face after returning, that is a matter for later.

In half a day, the battle situation on the floating land changed. At first, the empire was in a stalemate with Yongye's army for a while, but suddenly the opponent turned from offense to defense.

While the imperial army was seizing the time to rest, it was not without doubts. Even if Lin Shuai had unparalleled strategy, was it too fast? It wasn't until one or two hot-blooded and reckless generals broke into the Yongye Camp that they discovered that the dark race was actually starting to withdraw its troops!

However, the journey home was not easy.

The powerful men at the top of Yongye didn't know whether they knew something or they still didn't know anything at all, so they all remained silent. He just tried his best to gather his troops and try to get rid of the imperial army's pursuit. The direction of evacuation was not Yongye's fortresses on the floating land, but the various airship take-off and landing points.

It seems that this war has returned to the starting point, and Yongye's side is about to give up on the floating land.

After losing the largest airport near Baicheng, other aerospace craft take-off and landing points simply do not have that much transport capacity. There are also various problems with ship types, terrain, roads, etc. In many places, clans and tribes of various races even began to fight each other for positions on transport ships.

But the real journey of death is in the void. Many transport ships are faced with the encirclement and hunting of imperial warships throughout their journey away from the floating land. Yongyefang does not have enough warships to **** them, let alone support them from outer space. So the retreat process turned into a massacre. Every soldier in the imperial guard fleet completely vented the grievances they had been feeling for many days.

The entire floating land sky is burning, and warships are burning and falling every moment. And every transport ship crashing may mean the death of hundreds of dark warriors.

Fulu has been abandoned by Yongye's big shots, and along with these remaining troops, it is not known how many people will eventually return home alive.

Although there are only a few hundred remnant soldiers in Baicheng, there is a duke-level Qianye who is unshakable. While the entire floating continent was burning, not even half of the Yongye army had crashed into this place.

Baicheng spent the first extremely peaceful half-day. Many people are not used to this kind of tranquility and will jump up whenever there is any disturbance. And more people are sitting, half asleep and half awake, but unable to really fall asleep. For them, life seems to be an illusion, and death is reality.

There seemed to be more corpses than ruins in Baicheng City. Under many rubbles, several layers of corpses could be dug out, layer upon layer. The corpses of dark race and human warriors were mixed together, indistinguishable from each other. Most of the people still alive were seriously injured. They were quietly enjoying the tranquility, waiting for the next attack that might come at any time. Only a few people vaguely felt the changes in Qianye.

Qianye sat next to Zhao Jundu and kept sitting, not knowing what he was thinking about, or maybe his heart was just blank.

Song Zining did not persuade him, but fell asleep and threw everything aside. His breath was rising and falling, and he didn't know what he was experiencing in his sleep.

Bai Aotu sat opposite Qianye, also motionless, like a statue. There was a white cloth wrapped around her eyes, and there were blood stains on the cloth.

The powerful Eternal Night warrior who was supposed to come never showed up. This battle may have been won, but at this time, no one had the strength to rejoice in victory.

In the center of Baicheng, it is even quieter. This is where Zhao Jundu sleeps. His breathing is still there, his heartbeat is still there, and he still maintains his original posture, sitting against the wall, enjoying the rare sunshine, although it is already dusk now and the sunshine has almost disappeared.

No matter Qianye, Bai Aotu or Song Zining, they dare not disturb Zhao Jundu. Even though the battle was over, they still felt no joy at all.

They all felt that Zhao Jundu's breathing was gradually slowing down and his heartbeat was also slowing down. This process is very slow, so slow that you can't help but feel as if the end will never come.

In fact, the answer has long been in everyone's heart. Zhao Jundu has already left, leaving when he fired the last shot with his heart. All signs of life at this moment are illusions. This is a phenomenon that only occurs when the grade and cultivation of the Force reaches an extremely high level. The remaining Force will maintain its own vitality and function in anticipation of miracles.

But if miracles happen so easily, they wouldn’t be called miracles.

In the history of the empire, there are many strong men with earth-shaking cultivation. Some strong men continued to talk, laugh, talk and visit friends after life and death, and they did not pass away until a few days later. But no matter who he is, no matter how high his cultivation level is, he cannot escape his inevitable fate in the end.

Although Zhao Jundu is extremely talented, he is not at a level that is unprecedented or unprecedented. How could he have such a miracle?

Qianye, who was sitting quietly, would occasionally have his blood core pulse a little faster. He had been hesitating and wanted to give Zhao Jundu his first hug.