On the towering spiers of the royal city, the regent looked solemnly at the edge of the Land of Eternal Night, the chaotic black wall made of mist and thunder.
"A storm is coming..."
While sighing in a low voice, the regent had noticed the astonishing amount of ether coming from outside the black wall of chaos, as if a miracle created by God appeared in reality, pulling up the ether of heaven and earth, disturbing the world.
The Song of Windfall is colliding with the Raging Sea little by little. The two terrifying sources of ether are fighting and intersecting with each other. Any means of blocking them will be torn to pieces by the power of distorting reality.
The regent understood that now that the wind was rising, he had no time to stop Fun. All he could do was to wait here quietly until the Song of Windfall broke through the chaotic barrier of the angry sea, and then started another bloody battle.
Moving his gaze away, the regent looked towards the Butcher's Pit not far away. His position was not the highest point in the royal city, but it was enough to overlook the overall situation.
In the Butcher's Pit, the brutal killing continues, like an eternal lamentation. No matter when you listen to it, it is the same horrific tune.
Under York's endless killing, blood and minced meat seemed to grow together with the ground, just like the flesh and blood plague of the Orangutan Sect. The deep pits were like scars on the earth, crawling with rotten blood and flesh.
"They are more determined than I thought," the regent said to Trick beside him. "I thought they would need to discuss it for a few days before they could make up their mind and fight to the death. But in the end, they only used
In one night, I decided to put all my chips on the gambling table... It’s really crazy.”
The regent narrowed his eyes and suddenly said, "Trick, why did they suddenly make up their mind?"
"Sorry, I don't know."
This was a bit difficult, but Trick accepted his corruption with relief, "I have been imprisoned in the land of eternal night for too long, so long that there is only a trace of anger left in my chest. As for those tactics and wisdom, I have long since
Lost and mad in loneliness."
Trick's eyes were gloomy and his expression was as cold as iron. After the coldness reached its peak, his expression suddenly became broken again, full of distortion and distortion.
His face was as pale as snow, like a piece of white paper, without any expression. His hair was messy and greasy, sticking to his forehead in strands, giving people a sense of decadence that had not been taken care of for a long time.
Trick's limbs twitched intermittently, and he could be seen gritting his teeth and trying to control his out-of-control body, but he was still like a lifeless puppet, controlled by an invisible force.
The regent did nothing and just watched quietly. This was not the first time that Trick had been like this. Similar symptoms had happened to other Night Tribes.
The twitching of Trick's hands and feet became more violent, and his body was twisted into strange postures, as if he was trying to resist an invisible fear. His eyes turned white, as if he was experiencing a painful torture.
During this short process, Trick's eyes were always empty and confused, like a soulless body. A low roar came from his throat, like a beast wailing in the middle of the night. His fingers tightly grasped his own body.
His hair seemed to be trying to pull out some horrific memory from his mind.
Suddenly, Trick's trembling stopped, and he stood still like a machine whose power was cut off. His eyes slowly returned to clarity, and cold sweat soaked his face, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare.
"It's time for you to drink blood. This will help you control your..." The Prince Regent paused and asked doubtfully, "Should we call it epilepsy?"
"Who knows?"
As Trick spoke, he took out a wine bottle from his pocket and unscrewed the lid. The smell of blood mixed with alcohol hit his face.
"This smells better than rat blood."
After drinking the blood, Trick's condition improved significantly. He calmed his breathing and his expression became gloomy again.
"Serre failed to completely liquidate the Night King back then, which allowed us, the Night King's bodyguards, to survive by chance."
Trick's voice was calm, but full of hatred. "At that time, we were still laughing at Serre's cowardice. At this point, we didn't dare to confront his father. At the same time, we were thankful that because of Serre's
Through cowardice, we escaped reckoning."
He whispered, "Who could have imagined that that would be the beginning of another nightmare?"
The regent's memory was brought back by Trik's words. Since the liquidation of the Dawn War, most of the Night Tribes were burned to death by Serre, and the few remaining ones were also imprisoned in the Land of Eternal Night.
At that time, the land of eternal night was not like what the regent is running now. A hundred years ago, there were only night tribes and no blood people here. It didn't take long for the imprisoned night tribes to fall into crazy blood thirst.
Although they searched the Land of Evernight, they could not find any blood people.
This was Sere's carefully planned revenge. When he built the Land of Eternal Night, he had eliminated the possibility of any blood people or even the possibility of storing blood.
In the first days, Trick, the once aloof night tribe, were like wild dogs, searching for traces of rats in the dark wilderness. These tenacious beings could survive even in the land of eternal night.
Teeth, sucking blood from those thin bodies.
"It was a really bad past," Trick whispered. "It didn't take long before we were eating all the rats and suffering from blood thirst, until some of us could no longer hold on and fell completely crazy.
."
"Oh, I remember that group of people."
The regent asked, "Speaking of which, are they still locked in the dungeon?"
"Of course, they have completely lost their minds. In order to satisfy their inner thirst for blood, they even attacked us, who are also members of the Night Clan." Even today, that hateful memory is still in Trick's mind.
As clear as a blade, "It's hard to imagine that the pure-blooded Night Clan would be twisted into that way."
Trick raised his slightly trembling hand, "It was also during those dark years of thirst for blood that my mind was also twisted into this shape by blood thirst."
During the long bloodless years, some of the Night Clan were completely distorted by blood thirst, and completely turned into crazy and bloodthirsty monsters. They were sealed in dungeons by other Night Clan, while the remaining Night Clan struggled to endure their thirst for blood.
Under the long-term torture, almost all the Night Clan suffered from some incurable strange diseases, and their sound minds were deprived of a corner, which can never be restored.
"Good thing you're here."
Trick suddenly looked at each other and the regent said, "Fortunately, you landed on the island that day. I still remember that day, you were almost eaten alive by us."
"Yes, was I a believer at that time? Or was it a condenser?" The Prince Regent sighed with a smile, "I was really scared to death."
"We are the ones who should be scared to death," Trick joked, "There haven't been any new customers here for decades, and then one suddenly appeared, and he was a Night Tribe...who smelled of Serre.
."
The regent grinned and smiled silently. In his life, it was truly the darkest moment. He was surrounded by a group of blood-thirsty monsters. Before they could draw blood from their bodies, they found that they were a night creature.
The clan is still of the Serei bloodline.
The Prince Regent was almost hanged on the gallows that day.
"It's over, Trick."
The Prince Regent patted him on the shoulder, and with the memories, the attitude between the two softened a lot, just like old friends, "Those days have passed, and now there is only the future before us."
Trick remained silent, his eyes wandering around. He still remembered the glory of this place in the past, and felt an insoluble sadness at the devastation at present.
"Speaking of which, Prince Regent, what are you doing so much for us?" Trick suddenly asked, "Is it just for eternal life? Or is it to rule certain people?"
Trick shook his head as he spoke, as if he was rejecting his own words, "Just for this reason, it's too boring, what do you think?"
Without waiting for the regent to answer, Trick sat down along the edge of the spire, his legs swinging gently in the air. "When I was young, I also had many ambitions. As I just said, I wanted to rule something."
What, became the master of something... Looking back now, I just feel that I am a little baffled."
Trick raised his head and glanced at the Regent, his tone full of helplessness, "How should I put it... Human beings rule and conquer for their own achievements and ideas, and to leave a name in history and be remembered forever, but we are different
Yes, we are born immortal, so ruling and conquering, and leaving a name in history have become meaningless."
"I have always felt that the failure of the Evernight Empire was not entirely due to Serre," Trick continued. "Looking back now, our expansion at that time was meaningless, just for more population and territory.
To support our pure-blooded class, but what’s the use of having so many pure-blooded Night Tribes?”
"The Eternal Night Empire in the old days was like a blind and stupid giant beast. It would only develop, devour, reproduce, and proliferate according to its instinct of self-survival. It was like a cancer in the world. Everything it did was to maintain its absolute existence, even if
It is already so huge, but it still eats crazily just to give itself a little sense of security."
Trick fell silent as he spoke. He stared into the Regent's eyes and whispered, "I have a very rebellious conclusion. Do you want to hear it?"
The regent said bluntly, "You want to say that the failure of the Eternal Night Empire should be attributed to the Night King, right?"
Trick was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that the Regent would actually think of him, let alone that he would take the initiative to veto the Night King.
"Don't be nervous, Trick, I just said it. The Night King won't suddenly appear and kill you," the regent reassured, "What's more, the Night King...whether he has a self now or not is a matter of course.
It’s a matter of doubt.”
"But I agree with your conclusion. The reason why the Eternal Night Empire failed is the Night King."
Everything the Regent has in front of him was given by the Night King, but he has no respect for the Night King. His words are full of ridicule, "Night King, he is as cowardly as his descendants. No, it should be the other way around. Because
He is so cowardly, so his descendants will be like that."
"The Night King is so afraid of death that only by continuously maintaining the expansion of the Eternal Night Empire can he feel safe in his own existence," the Regent continued, "In other words, the only meaning of the Eternal Night Empire's existence is to empower
Apart from the security of the Night King's survival, the Evernight Empire is meaningless."
"This kind of reason for existence is too ridiculous and too empty."
Trick gradually became alert and asked, "What exactly do you want to say?"
"What I want to say? What I want to say is that I am different from the Night Clan. I have not inherited his cowardly blood. Likewise, the new Eternal Night Empire that I will shape will also be completely different."
The Prince Regent looked at the Butcher's Pit, imagining the dark but beautiful future in his heart, "We are the Night Clan, the immortal Night Clan. We can devote our infinite time to developing the future. We will
Becoming a more superior existence than human beings is like the ascension of a species."
Suddenly, the regent's voice stopped. He shook his head and said, "Forget it, only when the war is won is it appropriate to say proud words. But now, what we need is action."
"Trick, Vonn and the others dare to launch a general attack with such a big fanfare. They must be relying on him. We must not take it lightly."
The regent ordered, "Open the dungeon and prepare the monsters."
Trick stood up. In the blink of an eye, the regent changed from his leisurely and contented look to the commander-in-chief with a serious expression. In a daze, Trick remembered how he looked when he first saw the regent.
Looking at his group of bloodthirsty Night Clan, standing there in fear and panic... I didn't expect that so many years had passed.
"You and the other guards are all equipped with immortal armor," the regent said. "The home ground for the next battle will probably be in our homeland. We have no way out."
Trick responded, "Yes."
The Prince Regent turned around and looked at the towers standing behind him. They were like crazy stairs, rising step by step, until finally only the only tall tower remained that reached straight into the sky.
"Also, strengthen the protection of the Origin Tower. Once it falls, the Dark Iron Curtain will also collapse."
Trick nodded. He also knew the importance of the Origin Tower to the Land of Eternal Night. It is the guarantee for maintaining the darkness of the Land of Eternal Night. Once it collapses, the iron curtain that blocks the sun will also fall apart.
The regent added, "The remaining assistance regarding the Orang Rot Sect and the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce will be implemented as previously formulated."
After saying that, the Regent was about to leave. Trick didn't know what he was going to do next, but when the Regent completely disappeared from sight, Trick shouted.