Monarch of Evernight: Sixty-Nine Riots

bsp;The eyes of the dark race were full of fierce light. Some of the warriors who were close just now clearly heard that Qianye’s force power had basically been exhausted. And a warrior without the force is not much stronger than an ordinary person no matter what level he is.

Qianye seemed completely unaware of his dangerous situation. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a deep breath, then smiled slightly and said, "Won't you have one?"

A spider demon and two vampires roared and rushed towards Qianye first.

A circular sword light suddenly appeared and swept across the bodies of the three warriors. Their bodies were still rushing forward, and it took three or four steps to separate up and down.

"Come together!" Someone shouted, and everyone rushed forward.

In the center of the battlefield, Qianye held swords in both hands. Dongyue Sword Qi was everywhere, and every time he swung it, he would pull out a shadow. Regardless of whether they are vampires, spider demons or werewolf warriors, as long as they are swept away by the sword, blood will immediately burst out.

Qianye rolled over and over several basic sword moves extracted from the Black Book. However, every time the sword was swung, it would cause a **** wind, with severed limbs and pieces of flesh flying everywhere. The dark warrior was cut down in pieces. Occasionally, attacks fell on him, but a full-strength sword attack would often only leave a shallow wound.

After a fierce killing, the dark warriors finally became timid and backed away.

Around Qianye, dozens of corpses had fallen, and some who had lost the ability to move were moaning and gasping for breath. Qianye took off the cigarette he had been holding in his mouth, looked at it, and threw it to the ground.

A river of blood flowed under his feet. The cigarette **** fell into the blood and went out with a hiss.

Qianye suddenly pulled out the illusory Manshu Shahua and fired a shot into the distance. One craftsman tried to sneak away, but was shot down.

Qianye pointed at the gathered craftsmen with the illusory Manshu Shahua and said: "No craftsman is allowed to leave. Who dares to escape, the one just now is an example."

Someone in the crowd shouted: "Split up and run!" Some craftsmen were so excited that they ran away. Qianye only had a short gun. How many rounds could he shoot, and how many people could he stop? However, just after running a few steps, several **** of fire exploded at the feet of the people at the front, and the pungent smell of gunpowder quickly filled the air. That's a gunpowder grenade!

The craftsmen suddenly froze, and some who were far away from the explosion point were still unwilling to give up. But as soon as they took a step, several grenades exploded in front of them with great accuracy, as if they had eyes. The craftsmen slowly stopped and turned around.

Qianye was looking at them with a smile but not a smile. A grenade was thrown up and down in his right hand, and a heavy cloth bag appeared in his left hand. Judging from the protruding shape, the bag was actually full of grenades.

The faces of the craftsmen all looked bleak. Some of them were of a high level, and there were even masters of seventh or eighth level with titles. However, this group of noble craftsmen spent most of their time dealing with the Force Array, and their combat experience was extremely high. Scarcity. Even if they improve their personal strength, it is only to be able to set up higher-level magic circles.

Even if Qianye’s hands are full of gunpowder grenades, he may not be killed by the explosion, but he will inevitably be seriously injured. In this case, splitting up and running away is a joke. No one wants to become cannon fodder that consumes Qianye’s firepower.

A few craftsmen still placed their hopes on the count's army. Looking around, they found that the surviving dark warriors had taken advantage of Qianye's interception of the craftsmen to escape completely.

When Qianye threw a Force grenade not far from them, a violent surge of Force force knocked the nearest craftsmen unsteady, and all the craftsmen retreated to the edge of the circle. , dare not make any more moves.

At this time, on the other side of the mountain, Zhao Yuying swung her sword and cut off the head of the Spider Demon Viscount, and sneered: "Comparing speed with me is really asking for death."

She suddenly remembered something and screamed: "Qianye!"

Zhao Yuying was satisfied with the killing, and then she remembered that she had thrown the exhausted Qianye into the mine, where there were at least nearly a hundred dark race warriors.

She didn't even bother to collect the loot and ran towards the mine with all her strength.

A moment later, Zhao Yuying rushed back to the mine. When she saw Qianye, she was stunned.

I don’t know when tables and chairs were placed in the center of the mine. Qianye sat at the table with Dongyue at hand, drinking tea leisurely. The two vampires stood aside as if they were reporting something, with very respectful expressions. There are dozens of craftsmen who are busy in the central force circle, disassembling the newly installed components and placing them in different categories.

Looking at this, it looks like Qianye is the owner of this mine.

Zhao Yuying strode up to Qianye and asked, "What's going on?"

Qianye spread his hands and said, "This is what you see."

"Where are those dark race warriors?"

"Do you still remember that there is a group of dark race warriors here?"

Zhao Yuying suddenly felt guilty, her voice softened a lot, and she said: "Well, I was just careless. Look, you are fine now"

Qianye shrugged and said, "If you continue like this, you will kill me sooner or later!"

Zhao Yuying immediately smiled brightly when she knew she had passed the test, and put her paw on Qianye's shoulder, "How could it be possible? There are many benefits to following your sister and me!"

After hearing this, Qianye felt that his future was worrying.

At this moment, a dull roar was heard, followed by continuous explosions. Thick black smoke and open flames came out of a mine with a steel gate in the east, and the originally closed door collapsed. A large number of miners and slaves emerged from it, mostly humans, but there were also many dark races.

It should be the slave miners who were working deep in the mine, mixed with some managers. I don’t know why they just blew up the backup exit and rushed out at this time.

A dark crowd came in. Most of them were in tattered clothes and pale faces, waving mining picks and shovels in their hands. Not even a decent melee weapon could be seen. There were a few werewolves inside, all naked. The guy was swinging around his crotch. After taking a few steps, he simply ran on all fours.

It is too early for the craftsmen to dismantle the entire force array at this moment. Moreover, the instruments and various media that make up the array are extremely sophisticated and may be damaged even if they are stepped on. If this Force Circle were trampled by hundreds of miner slaves, it would be completely destroyed.

Qianye frowned as he looked at the direction of the crowd. They did not flee, but rushed towards the center of the square. It was obvious that someone was behind the plan. Of course, these people without much force cannot pose a threat to Qianye and Zhao Yuying, who defeated Count Stuka, but they can create chaos and take the opportunity to destroy the force circle and give it to the craftsmen. Opportunity to escape.

Qianye glanced at the craftsmen who were busy working on the magic circle. Sure enough, some of them stopped and looked into the distance. He said coldly: "Keep working."

Qianye did not repeat the threatening words, but the craftsmen all heard the fierce murderous intention in them, shuddered, and lowered their heads to continue to dismantle the magic circle. They had no doubt that the next time the grenade in Qianye's palm would fall directly on their heads instead of at their feet.

The crowd on the opposite side was approaching rapidly, and someone among them shouted: "Come forward, and whoever kills that couple will be granted freedom by the count!"

Many slaves' eyes suddenly turned red, roaring like beasts, waving the tools in their hands that were used as murder weapons, and rushed over.

The motive of the instigator could not be clearer. Most of the miner slaves were human beings. He just wanted to see if Qianye and Zhao Yuying could handle so many of their own race.

Qianye threw several gunpowder grenades, pulled out a line of fire in front of the crowd, and shouted sternly: "Back off! If you take another step forward, you will die!"

Under the influence of the Force, his voice was like thunder, resounding throughout the square. However, the slaves did not stop at all and came in a swarm. Those in front were almost pushed forward by those behind, ignoring Qianye's warning.

Qianye's face was cold, and when he looked around, he saw that there were many dark races mixed in the crowd. In a hurry, it was impossible to tell who was the slave who was sentenced to the mine after being convicted, and who was the black hand hidden behind. .

There was a huge flow of people, and in the blink of an eye they were close to the Force Formation.

Qianye hesitated for a moment. He was not short of Force grenades. With just a few of them, nearly a hundred of these miners would be blown away in such a dense formation at one time.

At this moment, Zhao Yuying's furious and murderous voice suddenly sounded from behind: "You are playing this trick with me?!"

Immediately afterwards, more than ten original grenades were arranged in a horizontal line and flew towards the oncoming crowd.

"I have killed more people than you have ever seen!" Zhao Yuying spat out the last half of her heroic words.

Slaves, no matter humans or dark races, no matter how crazy they are, they still know grenades. At that moment, the crowd became confused. Those in front tried desperately to retreat, but those behind couldn't stop for a while and were still pushing forward.

The grenades exploded almost simultaneously. The dazzling force light pulled out a low wall in front of Qianye, and the **** smell suddenly became strong. Almost all the hundreds of slaves at the front fell down, and a death zone nearly a hundred meters wide appeared in the crowd.

There were not many people who didn't die on the spot. The few survivors struggled in a pool of blood. Their screams made the slaves who had managed to escape behind them look pale and panicked. No one dared to move forward. Zhao Yuying's coldness and ruthlessness finally shocked them from their madness and made them understand that this woman definitely had the courage to kill everyone.

Some slaves finally got scared and turned around to escape. At this moment, a sharp whistle sounded in the air, and several more grenades flew over. But this time the grenade passed high over their heads and landed behind them. The dozens of people who escaped the fastest were turned into corpses in the blink of an eye.

Neither to advance nor to retreat, the slaves didn't know what to do for a moment. Some timid people couldn't control their fear of death and fell to their knees with a plop, crying loudly and begging for mercy.

Zhao Yuying threw the backpack on the ground. From the untied mouth, she could see that it was indeed full of Force grenades. Although a lot of them were used, there was still only half a pack left. She didn't seem to be satisfied with the firepower. She looked around and found two boxes of gunpowder grenades under the table where Qianye was sitting. They were used by Qianye to scare the craftsmen.

She strode over, raised her toes, and hit two heavy boxes next to the big backpack. Zhao Yuying returned to her original position, bent down and grabbed two grenades, tossed them alternately in her hands, and looked to the opposite side with a sneer.

There was a sudden commotion among the slaves, and the craftsmen on the other side of the Force Circle were all immersed in working hard, without even looking over here.

Zhao Yuying said coldly: "I will give you a way to survive. Who asked you to rush here just now? Point out that guy and all the old spider people. Otherwise , there are so many things in this box!”

Although most of the weapons in front of them were gunpowder grenades, the slaves were not Force masters. For them, powerful gunpowder grenades and Force grenades had the same effect. As long as they exploded, they would die.

The slaves began to look around, and a dozen dark races were suddenly isolated in the crowd.

PS: Hurry up, hurry up, finally catch up with today’s update, life is hard. Continue to code for tomorrow’s update. As for adding more updates