Monarch of Evernight: Sixty-two battles in Baicheng ended

bsp;Zhao Jundu put the burial heart back into Qianye's hand, patted his shoulder, and said calmly: "Qianye, when you grow up, remember to avenge me. There are no stupid people in our Zhao family, so why take revenge? No need to complain, you should be aware of it. Okay, now I'm tired and I need to take a rest."

After that, he walked directly to a broken wall, sat down against the wall, and closed his eyes slightly. At this moment, the thick clouds in the sky suddenly opened, and a ray of sunshine fell on him like a golden waterfall. Zhao Jundu showed a smile on his lips and sat down with his eyes closed, as if he was enjoying the sunshine.

Qianye took a step forward, but before his feet even touched the ground, he took them back. At this moment, Zhao Jundu's chest was still rising and falling slightly. Qianye was afraid that he would be shocked and the last bit of life would be blown away by the wind.

Song Zining and Bai Aufu appeared quietly and stood silently. Bai Aotu tilted his head slightly, as if listening to Zhao Jundu's heartbeat and breathing. Mercenaries and private soldiers of the Zhao family came one after another. There were only a few hundred soldiers left in the entire Baicheng. All of them were injured, and nearly half of them needed the help of their companions to stand.

The Yongye warriors on the periphery had long been shocked by the battle just now and fled. Most of those who were still standing were strong men with noble titles. They were also lost and had stopped attacking. They looked in the same direction in unison, as if Zhao Jundu was sleeping. Just a moment ago, this man was every one of their nightmares. Now that he was asleep, they felt that they could not muster the strength to break the tranquility of this moment.

"Qianye..."

Qianye made a silent gesture to signal Song Zining to shut up, and then pointed at Zhao Jundu. Song Zining sighed and stopped trying to persuade him. At this moment, Zhao Jundu is still breathing and his heart is still beating, but everyone knows that this is Ye Tan in full bloom and destined to wither.

Song Zining looked at himself and then around, smiled bitterly, and dropped the twisted war gun in his hand. But the gun body suddenly returned to Song Zining's hand. Song Zining was startled and realized that it was Qianye who had picked up the war spear and handed it back to him.

"This battle is not over yet!" Qianye said every word.

The dark warrior who just participated in the battle ran away to death, and his mind was broken. In that state of having no fighting spirit, it is basically impossible to return to the battlefield again. But there are still reserve troops outside the city, as well as the vampire deputy duke who is holding the battle. And with so many Black Sun high-star sword-wielders appearing here, there must be higher-ranking council powerhouses behind them.

"You want..." Song Zining suddenly saw a thick black book in Qianye's hand. It was simple and distant. It was impossible to tell which era it was from. He could only feel that it must be extremely old.

The Black Book opened on its own, and every formed page burned into nothingness. Whenever a page of the book is burned out, the massive amount of blood energy condensed inside it gathers like a pillar through the huge gem on the cover, pours into Qianye's body, and is completely absorbed.

A dark golden blood energy suddenly rose above Qianye's head and shot into the sky. Countless golden light particles were floating in the blood energy, just like a dream.

As the blood energy appeared, Qianye's aura began to rise continuously, from deep and obscure, from majestic to terrifying. In the blink of an eye, the terrifying aura belonging only to the Duke was like an abyss or a deep sea, covering the entire battlefield.

Song Zining's expression changed from confusion to shock, and he lost his voice: "What are you doing?! If you lose your balance, you will die!"

The foundation of Song's ancient scrolls is the balance between darkness and dawn. If either side is too strong, the balance will tilt irreversibly, constantly devouring the other side, until the body as the carrier cannot bear it and completely collapses.

Qianye was very calm and said: "At least before that, I can take you out alive."

"Qianye!"

Qianye interrupted him and said, "There will be no reinforcements." Song Zining was speechless. Even if there are reinforcements, they will continue to be sniped, and Baicheng is no longer safe. Even if the number of dark race troops encountered by other emperors is not as high as Yong Ye's investment in Baicheng, I am afraid it will not be easy.

At this moment, those Yongye experts who were still on the battlefield were frightened by Qianye's momentum. They all trembled and kept retreating. They had to retreat a long distance before they dared to turn around and run wildly.

Teague looked anxious and frightened at the same time. The strange behavior of those powerful men with noble titles was clearly intimidated by Qianye's blood.

However, when Doyle was seriously injured and escaped, and the sword holder was slaughtered, the morale of Yongye's army had completely collapsed. The werewolf tribe in the coalition army had almost fled, and the remaining vampires faced Qianye's unprecedented force. The blood energy was so weak that even Teague himself trembled instinctively, let alone the soldiers on the front line.

"Damn it! What are those senior congressmen doing? Why haven't they come yet?" Teague looked at the sky, his eyes full of anxiety.

Once the sword holder appears, there must be a truly strong person behind him, and senior councilors are the minimum configuration. However, the sword holder in front was almost completely killed by Zhao Jundu, but none of the top experts who should have appeared were there.

In fact, Teague also knew that if the battle ended like this, the game would be broken if not broken. Regardless of the outcome of the floating land battle, Yongye's losses far outweighed his gains. If Qianye Song Zining were allowed to rush out again at this moment, no one would be able to bear the responsibility.

The outer void was still full of wars. The Yongye and Imperial fleets sometimes strangled each other, sometimes reorganized themselves, and within half a day they charged at each other again. The only good thing is that the deployment of Yongye's reinforcements may have ended, and there are almost no large numbers of transport ships attacking the defense line.

Not far from Baicheng, in the void near the junction of the Chinese and Western roads, the atmosphere was solemn and tense.

A large-scale Imperial fleet is waiting. Anyone who is familiar with the composition of the Imperial fleet will know at a glance that almost all the First Fleet of the Imperial Guard is here.

By this time, even the strongest fleet of the Imperial Guard was no longer full. And to mobilize all the ships from the tense void battlefield to form a fleet, one can imagine how much pressure the imperial fleets in other airspaces are bearing.

However, the greatest pressure still lies ahead.

A small-scale Yongye Fleet composed entirely of top-notch warships is slowly revealing its full appearance.

There is a huge ship in the center. The hull is completely black, and the metal surface is gorgeously carved. The angles formed by the collision show a bloodthirsty ferocity. The entire upper deck and the command cabin were all crystal clear blood red. From a distance, the light of the Force Formation danced like a sea of ​​fire.

The appearance of this giant ship is very unfamiliar to the Imperial Guards, but judging from the style and size, it turns out to be a Prince-class blood battleship! Compared with this behemoth, the Duke's ships accompanying it on the left and right, and the group of high-speed battleships following behind were almost nothing.

The generals on the imperial flagship all looked gloomy, as if facing a formidable enemy, waiting for the terrifying shadow to spread into the airspace bit by bit. The clan emblem on the giant ship also slowly came into view, the Crown of Fire, the symbol of the Spock family, one of the twelve ancient clans of the Blood Tribe.

This is simply the worst news. The person coming is the giant of the Evernight Council, Blood Prince Habus!

The captain punched the tactical table and shouted to the adjutant: "Send a high-speed boat! Spread the news that Habs is going to fight!" The adjutant also knew the seriousness of the situation and immediately ran out. At this moment, fighting is going on in the air and on the ground throughout the floating continent, and the messengers sent out do not know how many strategic points they can reach. However, this news must be notified to other fleets and ground forces, otherwise anyone who bumps into the Blood Prince without preparation will definitely be The ending of the entire army being annihilated.

The captain knew that there was no possibility of victory, so what he could do next was to see how long he could stop the opponent and how to maximize the combat power of the opponent's fleet.

While the atmosphere on the imperial flagship was undergoing extremely tense pre-war deployments, the captain occasionally looked up and his eyes widened in surprise. A drop of sweat fell from his forehead into his eyes. The captain wiped it roughly, blinked, and looked out the cabin window again.

He was not wrong!

The Evernight Fleet ahead is turning!

At this time, the flagship watch post also reported the same result. Habbs's ship was turning on the left side, and the Duke's ships on the left and right also turned together. They turned to about 120 degrees and began to sail away. Then all the Evernight battleships under his command adjusted their formations one by one and left together.

Originally, this was going to be a decisive battle in outer space, but when things came to an end, it ended with such an incredible result.

On the giant ship, a vampire duke looked solemn and said to Habus: "Your Highness, if we leave like this, the sword holder will not be able to respond."

Habbs was standing in front of the porthole with a glass of blood-like red wine in his hand, staring at the desolate void outside the window, as if there were countless beautiful scenery there. Hearing this, he said calmly: "I am leaving at this time, of course there are more important things. What, are you doubting me?"

The Duke looked slightly frightened and hurriedly bowed and said: "I don't dare!"

After a moment of silence, Habbs said: "There are always some people, even the last afterglow of their lives is more dazzling than the noon sun for countless people."

Habbs turned his back to everyone, and no one could see his expression, nor could they understand the origin of his meaningless words. However, although everyone looked at each other, no one came out to ask questions.

The people standing in this room are all powerful men from marquis or above from various clans of the Blood Clan. Most of them heard that before setting off, Habs and Metanzo had just had an unpleasant fight, and the Blue King Renault had to mediate. calm. At this time, no one wanted to run into the blood prince's gun, who was obviously in a bad mood.

Habbs obviously had no intention of explaining. He was just immersed in his own world and sighed softly, "There are always some people..."

The wine in his glass was as scarlet as blood, which made people feel a little dazzling.

The sky above Baicheng was so quiet that it actually gave people a shuddering feeling like death. Inside the city, Qianye had already launched an assault in three directions. Each time, before the terrifying pressure came, the dark warriors in front had already fled.

In the next assault, will Qianye stop at the original center line of the dark army’s battle formation and then turn back? In other words, will he go back?

Teague suddenly understood that someone had to make the decision, issue the order, and take responsibility. Clearly, the role now belongs to him. The choice between taking responsibility for defeat or dying heroically is not that difficult.

He took a deep breath and said in a hoarse voice: "Order...the entire army to retreat."

The subordinates took the order and left. Teague turned around, then looked back, and took one last look at Baicheng. He knew that once he retreated, he would never come back.

The Battle of Baicheng is over.

ps: There was a party last night, and I fell asleep while typing at midnight--

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