In the long course of history, human beings have not been the strongest nor the smartest. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info, but their survivability is exceptional.

Even in the harshest environments, there are people who can adapt and survive, and become stronger.

This is not a good thing for some dark race.

Gradually, these races became restless, became agitated, and gradually appeared in the human world.

Only the strong survive, and so does the race.

This is the rule that will always be immutable.

If you don't want to die, you become stronger, and it just so happens that humans are such a race, they fear death and respect life.

So they adapt to this suffocating living environment again and again. Dealing with unexpected situations again and again.

And that's exactly what the Nightcrawlers don't want, the stronger the humans are, the more dangerous they become.

A long, long time ago, when humans first developed civilization, these highly intelligent creatures were already lurking in, waiting for an opportunity.

Enjoy these prey without being detected. I have to say that they are very well disguised by these aliens.

Until now, they have been deeply ingrained in human society, and they know everything about human beings deeply, and it may be more accurate not to monitor them.

It is because of this that they become more and more panicked. Now things have unconsciously gone out of control. This ancient race.

It's time to take action, and perhaps, they're already regretting that curiosity didn't strangle this potentially terrifying race in its cradle.

Historically, those who have not followed the rules have either survived in the corner or have been kicked off the stage, which is clearly not what these nightcrawlers expected.

For most people, it's a relatively quiet day, work; Rest, love, breakup, whether sad or happy, they are trying to live, hoping to prove to the world that they are extraordinary, although most people can't make their short life famous, they also hope to prove their uniqueness as much as possible.

There is hope for everything in life, and because of this belief, everything is getting better for humanity.

And because everything is getting better, this has made this race that has always been pampered feel the slightest fear, even if they themselves don't want to admit it.

Finally, the race hidden in the darkness could not bear it anymore and launched its first devastating blow to humanity.

The resistance of human beings, in the face of these alien races with strong muscle fibers and IQs far higher than that of humans, is as vulnerable as an egg struck by a stone.

Overnight, corpses were strewn all over the field.

However, what these powerful nightkin did not expect was that the tenacity of human beings was completely beyond their imagination, completely beyond them.

They thought that if they cut off their resources, they could wipe out humanity, and they thought that they could crush their enemies by spreading disease

However, things don't seem to be what the Nightkin imagined.

Without food, they kill each other, devour their own kind, have incurable diseases, they even slaughter their own people, keep the uninhabited, in order to survive, they will not even spare their children, like wild beasts, without reason.

These long-lived creatures will never be able to appreciate the human desire for life, and this is what terrifies the nightkin from the bottom of their hearts.

Finally launched that unprecedented killing, or in the eyes of the Nightkin it was a holy war, a holy war to survive.

Despite the weakness of their enemies compared to them, and the funny thing is that these pretentious creatures don't feel it.

They gathered all their strength and planned to completely crush the human race within half a year

What's even more ridiculous, however, is that these guys, who think they barely make mistakes, are wrong again.

They think that absolute power can collapse the last line of defense of mankind, but what they don't know is that there is such a thing as a bottom line in human society.

When a joke crosses the bottom line, it makes people angry, and when fear crosses the bottom line, it becomes fearless.

For three whole years, humanity survived for another three years with the support of hard work.

In three years, the number of human beings has plummeted from billions to tens of millions, and for the first time, people have been so united in order to fight them, regardless of blood race.

Eventually, these nightcrawlers, fearful of humanity's ability to adapt, began to become unscrupulous, vicious, and behaving more and more like the beasts they hated.

Perhaps in the face of absolute power, all resistance is futile, and in the face of absolute power, human adaptability has also reached its limit

, humanity's last line of defense collapsed, and the Nightkin set foot on the last sacred site of humanity.

Crying, screaming, sobbing, screaming, cursing.

Despair, grief, sadness, pain, resentment.

Death, blood, mutilations.

Fill this Renacole, the last paradise of mankind.

Desperate people, with their last hopes, prayed to God.

But if there really is a god, it has already appeared three years ago.

Maybe it's just a last hope that people don't want to believe. The last pillar of the heart.

Tomorrow everything will be settled.

The outcome may have been a foregone conclusion.

Crimson blood slowly trickled down from his fingertips, and the graceful beast sniffed fiercely at the unique fragrance of the red liquid, and the nightkin soul began to tremble with excitement.

Their previously calm and graceful faces were now only hideous and crazy, and deep in their bright red pupils, the slightest fear of the prey in front of them that was powerless.

These races, known as the Nightkin race, have an appearance that is not much different from that of humans, but their skin is pale because they have not been exposed to the sun for a long time.

It's not that they act at night because they are afraid of the sun, just like human beings, but they like the darkness more, they feel that the darkness makes their souls more comfortable, and it has become a habit to act at night.

And they love something elegant, the unique taste of blood in their opinion, combined with the color of elegant red wine, they crave this liquid to the extreme.

The strength of living beings lies in evolution, and over time they have evolved their own unique cells, which directly absorb energy by devouring nutrients in the blood, restore wounds, relieve fatigue, and strengthen the body.

In keeping with this trait, their canines have become elongated and can easily pierce into their prey, like the vampires of human legend.

It's just that they are neither afraid of sunlight nor silver, and maybe a long, long time ago, when there were no humans, they were similar to humans, but in the long history of evolution, everything has changed.

Two species that may have been of similar origin have become more and more different over the course of tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years.

The Nightkin enjoyed it all, the blood made them stronger, and the last of the humanity's fighting power was still stubbornly resisting.

Bullets flew everywhere, and the Nightkin had no intention of dodging, after all, the toy would not harm them at all.

Surrounded by corpses, broken houses, and various unknown liquids.

Humanity was surrounded by nightkin on all sides, and everyone knew that what followed was a bloody massacre, the final massacre, and the corpses all over the ground made Renaker look so heavy at this moment.

The Nightkin walked slowly, silently, and they loved the miserable cry of despair, the fear of death, and suddenly, everything stopped, and the cries and curses ......

Everyone was unusually calm, in the face of imminent death, people were extraordinarily calm, children of several years old looked at them with innocent eyes, without the slightest fear, and the night seemed extraordinarily quiet, except for the flames that were burning the wreckage of the house.

And that's what these nightcrawlers fear the most.

Every look in the eyes is calm and terrifying.

Not a single one can be left, not even a child,

With the final order given, the Nightkin began their final move, and tomorrow it was all over, and the Nightkin could finally breathe a sigh of relief and continue their long and casual life, continuing to enjoy their "grace".

The moon in the sky, looking at all this coldly, although it has never had emotions, and there are as bright and numerous stars as ever, witnessing this rather extraordinary night, and tomorrow may be a different world.

However, in the next moment, the dazzling light seemed to come from the sky, like the sun, shining on all this, causing everything in the sky to lose its light, everything came so suddenly, everyone was stunned, whether it was a nightcrawler or a human.

All the Nightkin stared blankly at the sky, afraid to close their eyes, even though their eyes hurt when the light shone on them, for the darkness in front of them would frighten them, even their favorite darkness.

After a breath, the light suddenly stopped, and all the Nightkin froze in place.

Each Nightkin was silent, and the dazed Nightkin pondered, trying to know what was happening, but it all happened so suddenly that their brains couldn't react immediately.

Suddenly, a nightkin noticed that the scene in front of them was rapidly moving forward, and began to blur rapidly, and not far away, a headless corpse, spraying their favorite blood, slowly collapsed.

"Is that my body......" the nightkin thought thought quickly with his self-developed brain, and then it was pitch black.

Is the ending really predestined, maybe it's true, but the story seems to have just begun.

The man stood quietly in the middle of the nightkkins, I don't know when, just now, maybe more, the man's movements seemed so quiet, like a ghost.

In the center of the nightkin in blood-red robes, the man in a cream-white cloth dress stood out unusually well.

The overall pure milky white long-sleeved cloth shirt is simply draped behind him, and I don't know how this man keeps it behind his back after rapid exercise, and under the long-sleeved cloth shirt is full of explosive strong muscles.

and the cross-shaped wound in the center of the man's chest, the center of the wound was unusually deep, slowly spreading to the four sides and becoming shallow, it seemed to be caused by some kind of sharp knife, and the size of this cross-shaped wound was staggering.

The vertical wound started from the center of the sternum to the navel, and the wound of the horizontal passage was partially exposed, and the rest was covered by white cloth clothes that fell from both sides, but it was not too short, and the nightcrawlers, who had never feared the cross, were terrified by the cross-like wound in front of the man.

Around the wounds, there were wounds of different depths, large and small, even though these wounds were completely scarred and looked hideous and terrifying, and the left side of the trousers that should have been milky white turned extremely red.

Yes, it was the one that was stained red with blood, and the man lowered his head and did not speak, quietly looking at the head that was carrying in his left hand and then began to flow with various unknown liquids.

His former master, how untouchable, his eyes are still open, revealing the blood-red pupils without focus at this time, revealing a trace of incredible, maybe he didn't react to what happened until he died, he would never have thought that he would die at the hands of these weak little sheep.

The black hair, mixed with the crystal clear blood dyed red hair characteristic of the Nightkin, scattered in front of the forehead, made the man look even more hideous and terrifying.

The Nightkin stayed where they were, watching all this in shock, and no one acted, could it be because everything happened so suddenly that they didn't react?

No, no, they were afraid, the first time, three years, the first time they felt so close to death.

These arrogant fellows, who were so afraid of an enemy that they didn't feel a trace of shame at this time, were the same in the face of death, even though they were so noble and invincible.

Fear, fear surrounds them again.

"Hey" The man spoke for the first time, probably because he had been silent for too long, and his voice was hoarse.

"Are you too afraid of death?" the man looked up, his lilac pupils slowly scanning the nightkin around him, and suddenly he smiled, very gently, despite the too many scars on his body.

His face was clean, without a single scar, and his handsomeness was out of step with his voice, which stunned the nightkin around him, and this guy with terrifying powers seemed to be only seventeen or eighteen years old.

The boy was talking to himself again, and his voice was so small that no one could hear him clearly. But it doesn't matter if you can't hear it, because death is a foregone conclusion for these nightkkins

......

In the unquiet night, the "holy war" of the nightkin was completely crushed, only because of the appearance of a man.

Knass. H. Reyat.

The last of the human territories of Renakore, under the protection of this man, were finally saved, and the people cheered and praised the hero.

The last spark of humanity has been preserved, and once again humanity has struggled to survive the judgment of nature, and a new revolution is about to begin.

The human race, which has always been passive, finally broke out in the unbearable and began an unprecedented counterattack.

The words Renacott replaced Ryat, the new surname of the first man with supreme glory to become a prophet.