Inside the Fortress of Eternal Night, several huge transport ships were landing, and they brought in replacement soldiers and necessary military supplies.
The Duke of Dominic stood on the take-off and landing field and personally inspected the delivered supplies. He nodded in satisfaction when he saw several refrigerated boxes with special marks. Among these boxes, the goods were all prepared for the nobles of the fortress. The best food and wine.
Now there are only good food and good wine, which can make Dominic feel that life in this fortress has some meaning. He silently counted the days and said to himself: "Seven days, wait another seven days..."
He looked at the time, and it was only a quarter of an hour before dinner, which made him feel better again. He began to wonder what kind of surprise the chef would bring tonight.
In anticipation, he looked towards the main building of the fortress.
He is only the supervisor of this fortress, and Nighteye is the highest authority of the council in the new world. After beating Loloni back to the Marquis of Glory, no one dared to challenge her authority, not even the Duke.
After all, after that incident, Eternal Burning Flame did not respond at all, and the Demon Emperor just pretended not to know. Maybe the demons will find ways to get revenge in the future, but at least for now, the demons still swallowed this breath.
It's just that in Dominic's eyes, Yetong is completely living the life of an ascetic. She only eats very simple things every day, never touches alcohol, and only drinks water.
Sometimes Dominic really doesn't understand, why does she want such power and authority? Shouldn't a long life be filled with eating, drinking and having fun
After being out of his mind for a while, Dominic walked towards his exclusive restaurant. The long table there must have been filled with carefully prepared food.
As soon as he walked out of the take-off and landing field, a viscount rushed over and shouted, "My lord, something is wrong!"
Dominic's face sank, "What's the need to be so flustered!"
The Viscount said: "You will find out after taking a look."
Having been disturbed from having dinner, Dominic followed the viscount with a gloomy face. If he didn't see the right reason, he would definitely punish this guy who didn't know what to do.
After boarding the watchtower, the Viscount handed over a high-power telescope, and then pointed to the distance. Dominic snorted, slapped the binoculars away, concentrated his eyes, and looked into the distance.
At the end of the field of vision, a lone peak appeared. It's just that the lonely peak that I'm used to seeing usually has something more on it at this moment.
Dominique's face changed slightly, and he suddenly jumped up and flew towards the lonely peak. He wanted to confirm with his own eyes whether what he had just seen was real.
In a blink of an eye, he rushed back at a faster speed than before, and before he could land, he shouted hysterically: "Assemble, assemble! Call me all the troops! Attack, all attack, today Before midnight, that place must be taken down to me!"
After a while, piercing sirens sounded in the base, and groups of soldiers rushed out of their respective barracks, many of them were still holding on to their own armor and equipment, and did not have time to put them on. Earls and marquises shuttled back and forth in the chaotic school grounds, hoarse, looking for their troops.
The gate of the military supply warehouse slowly opened, and piles of heavy shield battle axes were moved out from inside, and distributed to the werewolves and nerubians.
There was chaos, quartermasters waving registration slips and shouting in vain. The irascible werewolves and nerubian heavy warriors didn't bother to register. They violently pushed the quartermaster away, grabbed the desired equipment, and walked to their respective assembly areas.
A cloud of steam rose from the tower of the fortress, the gate weighing a hundred tons slowly slid open under the pull of the gears, and groups of heavily armed soldiers strode out of the fortress and rushed towards the distant lonely peak.
Several troops on duty on combat readiness drove out of the fortress, and the school ground finally vacated space, so one after another quickly assembled, fully equipped, and drove out of the fortress.
When he saw that the resting heavy troops had also begun to gather, Dominic suddenly remembered something, and ordered: "Let the rest of the troops stand by. Let's send... 30,000 soldiers over there first. Go and inform Duke Downey of the devil, And the Nerubian Duke Ben, please arrive before midnight."
"Yes, Your Excellency." The adjutant handed out the order, feeling a little strange in his heart, not understanding what his inconsistent orders were for.
In terms of paying attention to the enemy's situation, there are more than 200,000 soldiers stationed in the fortress, why only 30,000 were sent? But if you don't pay attention, why bother to recall the two dukes from the sub-base outside, looking like they are facing a big enemy. Moreover, such an important military situation and such a big commotion, why didn't you report it to Master Yetong.
The adjutant was puzzled, and the Marquis on the front line finally knew the answer.
They saw the big flag flying in the wind on the isolated peak, and they also saw the enemy.
only one person.
Several marquises stopped in astonishment, looking at the man under the banner. They knew about Qianye, and they also knew about his terror. But what is the scene in front of you? Is this man going to challenge the entire Evernight World? Just him
Is Qianye crazy, or is this world crazy
Several marquises stood for a long time before they believed that they were right. At this time, the troops had already deployed behind them, surrounded the lonely peak, and waited for the order to attack. But they waited for a long time, but they did not wait for the order.
Everyone saw the big flag on the top of the peak, the word "Night", each stroke was like the sharp edge of a peerless sword, which made their eyes ache.
Gradually, the troops began to stir, and a few impulsive soldiers felt insulted, and wanted to go into a state of rage, rushing forward desperately. Someone thought so, and did so.
A nerubian viscount raised his head to the sky and let out a battle roar. He turned into a spider body and held a heavy shield and battle axe. He climbed almost from a straight cliff to the peak and rushed towards Qianye. Inspired by his battle cry, many nerubian warriors went berserk, roaring and rushing towards the lonely peak.
Immediately after that was the werewolf team next to the nerubian phalanx, also berserk and marched out. For them, there is not much difference between a cliff and a flat.
However, all the blood races did not move. The number of demons is small, and most of them are long-range, and the battle position is relatively late.
The Nerubian Viscount rushed in front of Qianye, raised two pairs of jointed limbs high, and with the force of a thunderbolt, the battle ax slashed at Qianye's head!
Qianye finally moved.
He got up, pulled out Dongyue who was stuck on the ground beside him, stepped forward, held the sword in both hands, turned around with the sword, swept the blade of the sword, then returned to the original place, and stuck Dongyue on the ground again.
The upper body of the Nerubian Viscount suddenly flew over Qianye's head. He was still holding the battle ax firmly, and under the force of the heavy battle ax swinging and spinning, half of his body flew far over the peak and fell from the other end.
The lower half of the remnant body rushed past Qianye's side until it hit a few stone pillars, and then stopped. How many nicks.
The death of Viscount Nerubian did not deter the dark warriors who were already completely berserk. They swarmed towards them, but Qianye finally raised his eyes, stretched out his hand to pull Dongyue up, and rushed forward to meet the front of the soldiers, killing them into the army.
In the eyes of the Marquis who were watching the battle from a distance, every time Qianye swung his sword was so clear, with a clear rhythm, without any unnecessary movements. They seem to have returned to their childhood, watching the swordsmanship instructor demonstrate the top swordsmanship.
When the Marquis was fascinated by watching each of them, suddenly there was a sigh above his head, "So... so focused!"
The Marquis looked up, only to realize that Dominicus had appeared at some time, standing in the air, staring blankly at Qianye on the isolated peak.
Dominique's eyesight was different, and it was only when he reminded the Marquis that they could see the difference.
Qianye is calm and focused, every sword is extremely serious, even when facing the most ordinary little warrior, it is like treating a lifelong enemy, without making any mistakes, and without the slightest flaw. He just focused on beheading the enemy with one sword, as if there were millions of troops in front of him, and he could kill them little by little.
At this moment, Qianye is like the most precise and reliable machine, from the moment it was built, it was to harvest life.
Slowly, an indescribable chill emerged in the hearts of the marquises, and they suddenly lost all fighting spirit. They had an intuition that even if they went up, Qianye would only use one sword strike, no different from beheading ordinary soldiers.
Qianye, who is neither happy nor sad, is the most terrifying.
This man, at this moment, is the God of War.
The marquises all looked at Dominic in unison. At this moment, only the duke could block Qianye's sword. However, they saw that Dominic's hands were trembling slightly, but he didn't notice it.
Dominique suddenly screamed: "Attack! Everyone attack! Whoever can kill him, I will give him a drop of blood!"
The marquises were stunned, and the feeling of uneasiness in their hearts became even stronger. They glanced at each other and gave the order for the whole army to attack, but they all stayed where they were in tacit understanding.
Ordinary dark fighters can't see so many behind-the-scenes things. What they see is that Qianye is surrounded and fighting hard. Inspired by the blood of the Duke, one by one forgot the fear and life and death, and rushed to the lonely peak.
Dominic stared at the few Marquis who stayed behind, his gaze was extremely severe. And the few marquises just pretended not to see it, and they all seemed to be nailed in place, motionless.
Dominic snorted, his figure flashed, and he had returned to the fortress.
As soon as he returned to the fortress, he ordered in a loud voice: "Follow-up troops muster! Go out in the order of rotation, dispatch three divisions per hour. In addition, send someone to invite the two dukes, and make sure they arrive early. Just say... just say this It is His Majesty's order!"
The adjutant was startled, and said: "This...do you want to report it to His Majesty first?"
Dominic stared at him, and said coldly, "I think it's necessary to change the adjutant."
The adjutant was out of his wits, and hurriedly said: "Your Excellency, calm down, I will do it now, I will do it now!"
However, it was too late, and Dominic pierced his blood core with a sword. The Duke kicked the adjutant's body away, grabbed a viscount next to him, and said coldly: "From now on, you are my adjutant, go carry out the order, do you understand?"
The new adjutant nodded desperately and flew away.
Dominic's face looks a little better now. But when he looked at the flying flag in the distance, his face was full of gloom. He really wanted to know, how many dark fighters could that man kill in the fortress