In Qianye's eyes, there is no distinction of race, no matter old or young, there are only one kind of people, enemies.
He didn't know how much he had been injured, and he didn't know how much blood he had shed. The pain had long since disappeared, and there was only numbness. And his heart is like a sea of ice, dead still and calm, looking for the most reasonable and efficient way to harvest life.
In front of him, a beautiful blood girl seemed to appear, adding a little color to the battlefield. It's just that this bright color dimmed in the blink of an eye, and Qianye didn't even remember whether he fought back or not, and what the result was. At this moment, all he has in mind is the next enemy.
Suddenly there was a click, the sound was not loud, it was heard in Qianye's ears, but it woke him up like thunder. He looked back and saw a werewolf warrior swinging his battle ax and was chopping on the flagpole of the big flag.
Qianye was suddenly furious!
But before he could make a move, a werewolf count pulled the warrior away, pointed at Qianye, and roared wildly at the warrior.
Qianye couldn't quite understand it. It was the werewolf tribal language. He could only guess from a few scattered words and the gesture of the werewolf Earl.
The werewolf warrior looked ashamed, then went berserk, rushed over, and turned into a corpse in the blink of an eye.
This little episode awakened Qianye's somewhat dull willpower. He glanced around, and suddenly thrust Dongyue on the ground in front of him. Immediately, countless bloodlines erupted, sweeping the audience!
It's just that there are too many dark warriors, even if the vitality looting empties out half of the peak, it is still filled up in the blink of an eye.
It's just that the soldiers who rushed up this time all looked stunned, which immediately turned into despair.
Da da da da!
Continuous gunshots rang out on the isolated peak, and the Eternal Night Warriors fell down in pieces like harvested crops. No matter ordinary fighters or earls and marquises, there are no exceptions.
All the Eternal Night powerhouses changed color at the same time, it was a storm!
This time, the speed at which the Eternal Night Warriors swarmed up to the peak finally couldn't keep up with the speed of the storm's harvest, and there began to be gaps. If it was a battle before, then when the storm moved, it was a unilateral massacre.
Duke Dominic's face changed again and again, he didn't understand why the sound of the storm was so persistent. Qianye is just a person, he doesn't have a comrade in arms to replenish energy for the famous gun.
The Duke finally moved forward and approached the battlefield, only to see Qianye flattening the storm, and the muzzle of the gun spewing flames, which never stopped. Above his head, there was an ancient black book floating. At this moment, the pages of the book were flipping one by one, and the blood energy poured into Qianye's body like a waterfall, and then turned into the fury of the storm, sweeping away everything.
The Duke made up his mind several times in a row, but in the end he didn't dare to face the storm and failed to rush into the battlefield.
Qianye glanced at him, then turned his gaze elsewhere. Dominic's face immediately became hot, and he understood that in Qianye's eyes, he was no different from an ordinary soldier. No, they are not even as good as ordinary fighters, at least they still dare to appear in front of Qianye.
The overwhelming power of the storm finally destroyed the fighting spirit of Yongye's troops. For the first time in three days and three nights, Qianye finally had no enemies around him.
Qianye put down the storm, straightened the tilted flagpole, and re-inserted it on the ground.
Suddenly a gust of strong wind blew away the heavy flag, flying as before!
Around the isolated peak, there are corpses of the dark race everywhere, almost forming a slope under the mountain. For three full days and three nights, the souls of more than one hundred thousand Eternal Night warriors ignited into fireworks, illuminating the only royal banner.
Everyone knows that the king under the flag may fall at any time, but no one knows when he will fall. Maybe the next moment, maybe forever.
The Eternal Night warriors went forward one after another, not for the purpose of defeating Qianye, even if he killed that man, it would not damage his evaluation and reputation in the history books. They just want to prove that the longevity species also has dignity and glory and cannot be desecrated.
But now, Qianye is still standing, and countless Yongye warriors and strong men feel tired first.
Not fear, but fatigue with despair.
Storms never last, and the most violent outbursts are followed by clear skies.
It's just that, if he is asked to call a curtain call like this, then there will only be one protagonist in this play. The countless strong men in Yong Ye will all be reduced to background and foil. Most of the time no one cares about the evaluation of later generations, but at this moment, it is extremely important.
Dominic finally drew out his long sword slowly.
However, before he could go to the battlefield, cheers like mountains and tsunami erupted on the battlefield! Countless Eternal Night warriors knelt on one knee and shouted in unison: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"
Countless dark golden flowers of the other side appeared in the sky, converging into a light path, starting from the center of the fortress to the top of the isolated peak.
Yetong's figure appeared at one end of the light path, and everyone was suffocated by her unrivaled grace. She dragged her long knife to startle her dreams, and walked like running water, slowly walking across the flower road on the other side, and set foot on a lonely peak.
The moment she stood in front of Qianye, the figures of the two facing each other were in the deepest part of everyone's heart.
"Can you still fight?" she asked.
"There's still enough power to strike." A pair of light wings behind Qianye slowly unfolded, a bit of ink appeared on the tip of the wings, and immediately dyed the entire wings, and in an instant, a pair of black wings reappeared in the world.
A bit of unknown complexity flashed through Yetong's eyes, and he said, "Okay! Since it is the inheritance of the Black Wing King, it happens to be used as a sacrificial knife."
"Not only that." Qianye threw the storm down, holding Longbu in his hand, and took out another bullet box. The moment the box lid was opened, a breath of dawn soared into the sky!
Yetong changed color slightly, sneered, and said, "The power of the longevity king?! Very good, I can finally experience the power of the human king again."
As if he hadn't heard of it, Qianye concentrated on pressing the original force bullet containing the power of the longevity king into the chamber of Longbuan's gun, checked repeatedly, and looked up at Yetong after everything was correct.
When he saw her, for a moment, the solid ice in Qianye's eyes seemed to melt a little, and then was immediately covered by a thicker frozen layer, and there was no change to be seen.
Yetong didn't do anything, quietly waited for Qianye to finish preparing for the battle, and then said, "Is it over?"
"It's the last step."
Qianye suddenly let out a long howl, which lasted for a long time!
A pair of black wings behind him suddenly spread out, and countless light feathers flowed into the dragon burial like a tide.
On the battlefield, countless exclamations suddenly resounded, and many Yongye strongmen who were sure that their side would win became uneasy. Dominique's knuckles were also white with tension as he held the sword.
At this moment, the original wings, the dragon burial and the power of the human heavenly king merged into one, without distinction between each other. Qianye's final blow was probably not inferior to any heavenly king's full blow.
Yetong looked serious, holding a knife in both hands, concentrating almost devoutly. Since she woke up, this was the first time she had to go all out.
In the distant sky, a floating airship suddenly appeared and flew towards it at high speed. It's just that at this moment, no one pays attention to this little unexpected guest.
Yetong said loudly: "Let's do it! The Eternal Night Empire will be the witness of our battle!"
Yetong's figure was reflected in Qianye's pupils, and then blue spirit emerged, wrapping around Yetong's figure.
Qianye's figure was also reflected in Yetong's eyes, the dark golden blood color was like a knife like a sword, cutting Qianye's figure into pieces in an instant.
The pupil of control versus the pupil of destruction!
No one knows the result of the pupil technique duel, and there is no need to know. At this moment of complete silence, Yetong could no longer move, and then a storm that could destroy everything broke out, and the original force bullet finally flew out of the gun.
This is a shot that condenses Qianye's life, and it is unstoppable.
In Yetong's hand, the light of the knife suddenly appeared, and the light of the knife instantly amazed the world.
In a trance, everyone seemed to have the deepest and most beautiful dream. In the dream, they saw the acme of power they pursued all their lives as a strong man. That shot is the fusion of night and day, the ultimate destruction.
The original force bullet shot straight into the sky, tore through the clouds, pierced the sky, and flew straight to the end of the void.
Countless strong men sighed, because they finally saw the realm they had pursued all their lives, because they could only see it in their dreams.
Then, wake up from the dream.
They looked at the void where the dome was closing, and suddenly realized, how did this final shot shoot into the sky
In an instant, countless eyes returned to the battlefield and under the king's flag.
Qianye finally had life in his eyes, and he seemed to be smiling faintly. He stood up straight like a flag, with the Dragon Burial gun in his hand pointing at the sky. And the long knife Jingmeng had pierced through his chest.
Yetong's hand holding the knife began to tremble uncontrollably.
She suddenly let go, rushed over to hug Qianye, and said, "You, why are you doing this..."
Qianye said softly: "I'm very embarrassed, I have no choice but to escape..."
"I know, I know. I won't embarrass you again."
Qianye looked at her, his eyes were as soft as spring water, and said: "I have... I'm sorry for you. Although it was... unintentional, but I still... don't know how to face you. Maybe escape can be the only way to escape."
Yetong couldn't control herself anymore, she held his hands tightly, and kept saying, "I know, I know. That's not your fault, I never blamed you. We won't talk about it in the future , okay? Don't leave me, please, don't leave."
Qianye reluctantly raised his hand, caressed her face lightly, and said, "You have awakened, and you are no longer her. I just, have never wanted to accept the reality... This kind of separation is fine..."
"No, no! I'm awakened, but I'm still Yetong! I haven't changed!"
However, Qianye's hand slowly fell, and his voice became a little trance. In his eyes, Yongye appeared, Lighthouse Town appeared, and he returned to the dilapidated tavern, Manshushahua whose signboard was only half lit.
Back to where they first met.
"Ah!!!!" Yetong suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared.
With a roar, the lonely peak, which was indestructible by swords, exploded suddenly. After the earth-shattering explosion, only half of the peak was left standing in place.
The terrifying power caused all the strong men to subconsciously lift up the force shields. When they turned their eyes back, the isolated peak was empty, and Yetong and Qianye were nowhere to be found.
There were bursts of deep engines roaring in the sky, and countless floating warships appeared on the skyline. From the emblem on the battleship, it can be seen that the imperial guards 1, 2 and 3 fleets have come out in full force, without reservation.
The leading command ship came at an astonishingly high speed, leaving all the battleships behind, completely ignoring the countless strong Eternal Night gathering ahead.
At the bow of the ship, Song Zining stood leaning on the railing, and when he saw the isolated peak with only its roots left, his hands and feet suddenly became cold.