The rainy weather finally cleared up, and the sun was lost for a long time. But before the golden sunlight could set on the gloomy and damp port of London, patches of black had already blocked the light out.

The bats of all London flapped their wings and gathered together like a thick black blanket spread across the sky, darkening the clear sky. There were also crows and night owls that came from farther away, and every moment they were exhausted and fell from the sky, just like the next black rain, and the sea of London Harbour was already covered with the corpses of bats and crows.

On the docks of the port of London, there were countless people of the empire, who were clearly divided into two camps, one with a pale complexion, a gloomy face, with fangs and scarlet eyes, and the other muscular, strong and violent, with a beast-like roar from his mouth, a cruel gaze, and a long stream of salivation.

They are sinners of the Eternal Night Empire, this is not a derogatory term, and it takes the lives of their parents or children to earn this special reward.

They were dressed in uniform black light armor, each of them was surrounded by a bloodthirsty and brutal atmosphere, dividing titles and ranks according to strength, and a pure black banner hunted in the wind, embroidered with a hideous demon head, and seemed to come to life in the publicity.

The priest in the white robe was pulled up, kneeling between the two camps with his hands tied, the butcher's knife fell, hundreds of heads fell in unison, and hot blood splattered the entire long street, paving a bloody red carpet.

The clouds in the sky quickly shifted and slowly obscured the sun, and werewolves and vampires roared in the sky and knelt down on one knee in unison to welcome their monarch.

Carlo was dressed in a black robe with a gorgeous pattern outlined with gold thread, noble and powerful.

He came with blood and corpses, surrounded by five mighty werewolf elders, Mina and Accator followed him like two black roses in full bloom, and Adam, the evil knight shrouded in a thick aura of death, humbly following him.

Thousands of monsters that looked like little devils violently squeezed through the crows and bats in the sky, hovering at the tip of his head, and black clouds boiling and surging, completely blocking out the sun.

Carlo's huge demon wings stretched out behind his back, slowly floating, with a strange and evil smile on his face, and slowly spoke: "Board the ship!"

Werewolves and vampires leap and soar aboard ships moored in the harbor, once the British Empire's Invincible Armada, now the Eternal Night Monarch's cruising fleet.

The sea trembled with fear of this force.

Carlo stretched out his right hand, a strong wind blew in the sky, and the fleet moved slowly.

He flew aboard one of the largest main ships and led the black fleet all the way south, followed by the bats, crows, and night stalkers, and the black clouds followed suit.

The sky roared with rage and fear, and the howl of dead souls was singing.

It's a parade of monarchs.

Wherever I go, it is night, and wherever I go, if it is not my subjects, it is my bread

A terrible scream pierced the quiet and peaceful night of Paris, and soon the cacophony of sounds woke the Parisians from their sleep.

They got up from their warm, fluffy beds and walked to the windowsill, where countless bats and crows swept and fell in the sky like crazy, and swooped into their bedrooms.

On the streets, countless rats and cockroaches swaggered through the market, fleeing in panic.

As the screams grew louder, the Parisians finally realized that they had fallen into a terrible nightmare.

Moonlight tonight, a strong werewolf warrior brutally broke through the door wall and broke into the house. The master, who had heard the news of the sword and musket, had encountered this terrible monster in the living room, and before he could recover from his fright, his head had been screwed off by his huge fingers, his chest had been cut, and his internal organs had been pulled out

In the bedroom, shivering women and children smiled at them at the sight of winged monsters falling from the balcony, sharp fangs piercing their necks, blood seeping through the floor

The fire, the blood, and the screams quickly spread throughout the city of Paris, and this was not a war, but a massacre.

The frightened people were driven to the Champ de Mars, and together with the rats, countless pairs of green and crimson eyes lit up in the streets and the sky around them.

As soon as the soldiers raised their muskets, they were torn to pieces. The Elysée Palace fell, and the Führer was dragged to the ground by an evil knight's head, letting out a terrible scream.

"Surrender, or death?"

Carlo was suspended in mid-air, his black robe blending with the night, his dark golden eyes staring coldly at his feet.

"You devil," the Führer said with a shudder.

Carlo smiled, and a long, narrow scythe slowly appeared in his hand, and the scythe fell in the night sky, drawing a crimson curve, and the heads of those who were driven together were separated in an instant, and the blood gathered into a river

Thousands of heads were taken up by invisible forces, one by one, stacked into towers, the world-famous tower of which the French were so proud, had not yet been built, but now there was a new one to replace it.

The Führer's eyes widened, and the shock and fear in his heart made him speechless at all, and he never had a chance again.

The head of the man rolled down, the head of the Führer fell on the tip of the tower of the human head, and countless twisted, frightened faces tangled together, standing forever in the center of the Champ de Mars in Paris.

Carlo threw four dark artifacts out of his hand, emitting a glowing blood light, and countless blood was gathered to awaken a mysterious ritual.

The rich blood light was pulled and enveloped the bodies of Acador and Mina, forming two huge blood cocoons.

Blood flowed continuously towards the two blood cocoons in mid-air, quickly drying up.

"It's not enough!"

Carlo waved his hand again, and the crimson scythe flew out, continuing to harvest life.

The human head is heightened by the human head tower, and the blood provides power for the four holy weapons.

When the corpses of the entire God of War Square were all over the field, the rich dead air and resentment turned into a pillar of sky-high qi, reflecting half of the sky in a blood-red color, the blood cocoon burst, and two more perfect delicate bodies slowly walked out of the blood cocoon.

"It's a real feeling" Mina's eyes were fascinated and obsessed, and Acardo picked up her mother's words: "It's so wonderful"

"Haha" Carlo hugged the delicate bodies of the two of them left and right, and his big hands roamed around the two of them wantonly, laughing wildly.

Those cracked blood cocoons turned into blood again, and they fell one after another, and it seemed like a rain of blood in the night sky.

The vampires and werewolves who were drenched in blood and rain grew in strength and ferocity, and they casually dragged an ordinary person next to them to feast.

Drinking blood to a hearty extent, they couldn't help but look up to the sky and roar, adding a touch of terror to this bloody night

In March 1881, the King of the Eternal Night paraded to France, France became the first province of the Eternal Night Empire, and the people of the whole country were reborn. Thank you for your support!