Xiao Longniang's eyes lit up and she shook her head again. She didn't take the piece of meat. She just moved two steps away and let her body go. "You go in."

Desang smiled innocently, but when three blue bald heads laughed at the same time, it was a bit creepy.

He handed the piece of meat out again, but Xiao Longniang couldn't refuse, so she stretched out her two white and tender hands and picked up the piece of meat from Desang's palm.

When it was in Xiao Longniang's hands, it became a big piece of meat for her.

Desang attaches great importance to these alien creatures. Although they are seriously acclimatized here, the construction of the underground city is very thoughtful.

In his opinion, these alien beings also attach great importance to the so-called contract. According to them, it is a priesthood of a god.

Dessan understood that just as treasures and dungeons were the ministry of the one above him, contract and justice were the ministry of another god.

Desang was also very curious about the location of these creatures. There were many things he had never seen or heard before, and many novel creatures.

Gods appear holy, legends shine in the world, and a school is full of vitality.

If he could, he would like to go there for a walk.

Therefore, many times he would choose to come here and have a chat with them.

This has been the case for the past six months.

The changes in the outside world seem a bit dramatic.

At first, a large number of mind flayers gathered together to invade under the leadership of a high-level mind flayer, but he was able to penetrate the battlefield with an unparalleled posture alone. All the mind flayers were not his combined power.

It turns out I am so strong.

He suddenly realized something and completely changed his mentality. When he rose up, he penetrated three thousand miles of land in one day. He was unparalleled across the battlefield and had no enemy at all.

Later, he also discovered a new monster in the cave, and defeated the invading powerful black-armored monster until it surrendered, and was forced to become his mount.

Later, he found out through the explanations from the elves that it was called the Abyss Dragon.

From that time on, he became a legendary being, praised by all the Nordic people in the territory, just like the brave man a hundred years ago.

His strength, his spiritual power, his physique, or his reputation in the territory have all reached their peak.

Unknowingly, he reached the highest peak that all psychics in history could reach. Looking around, there was no higher mountain than him.

He knew that all of this originated from that existence, from the hundred-story fallen tower that he struggled to break through.

In just over two years, he has become an existence that is untouchable by 99.999% of the Nordic people, standing at the pinnacle of this era.

"It's time to end."

"What?"

The three-headed and six-armed weirdo who was drinking tea and tasting lemon suddenly said, causing confusion among the elves opposite.

Yes, it's time to end.

Carefully recalling the past two years, it was short but fulfilling.

Desang said goodbye to the elf, first filled the quiver with arrow feathers, then sharpened the thick long knife and spear, and finally carefully applied maintenance grease to the big bow.

In his increasingly bright mind, a dim firelight was heading in his direction.

He rode a six-legged dragon, took the reins around the dragon's neck, sat on its back covered with horny bumps and scales, and walked out of the territory.

This territory was not abandoned. In the later years, bricks and stones were continuously transported to build a small but solid ground city. The high walls erected around it gave people a very peaceful feeling.

Those fertile fields that had been briefly abandoned for a period of time were picked up again and continued to be cultivated.

In the city on the ground, there would occasionally be four-armed green skinned Nodachi people walking by, and their figures looked very strong.

The optimized version of the psionic training method that was popularized at the beginning has already taken effect. No matter whether it is a new psyker or an original psyker, or what faction they are good at, they will choose to minor in four arms, and they will have two more

An arm means an improvement in combat effectiveness and life essence.

The appearance of four arms also distinguished psykers from ordinary Nordachians.

From two arms to four arms, to Desan's six arms, it is like a strict and unbreakable hierarchy.

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"Who are you?"

After walking dozens of kilometers outside the city, the rather dim fire was already in front of us, revealing its true appearance.

"It's just a bereaved dog that I'm not mentioning." The visitor said lightly. He looked very tired and embarrassed. His entire body was covered in long black robes, making him look very slender and downcast.

Under the nascent sunshine, the man in black robe stood among the lively weeds, surrounded by dew and white mist, and the early creatures hissed and roared. The vibrant scene reflected his depression and dissatisfaction.

Desang naturally didn't believe it. "Where are your wings?" he asked with certainty and speculation.

"It's lost." The man in black robe said calmly, as casually as if he was asking if he had eaten and he said yes.

"Who's behind?" Desang asked again.

"It's just a devil from hell."

After the two of them exchanged a few words, Desang put away his sharp-edged expression and stared at the place where the old man came from.

The two stood here quietly, as if waiting for the sun to rise.

Not long after, a distant figure slowly approached.

It was a cyan-skinned humanoid creature, similar to them, but definitely completely different in nature.

He seemed polite and like a gentleman, as polite as asking, "Have you seen my puppy?"

"Hello, have you seen my fruit?"

Desang narrowed his six eyes and said nothing. The middle two arms were clasped in front of his chest, and the four arms were naturally hanging down. His height of more than three meters brought great pressure, not to mention that he had to cross

Sitting on the back of a sturdy abyssal dragon.

"Oh, it's so beautiful." The eyes of the smooth figure with blue skin and no hair on her body lit up, and she looked at the three-headed and six-armed figure with a somewhat blurred look.

"This is such an unexpected surprise, such a surprise."

The warrior from a hundred years ago did not speak, and was still shrouded in black robes.

The low-thinking Abyss Dragon felt an extremely ominous aura, but he did not dare to move. He stood tremblingly, neither lying down nor lying down.

The atmosphere continued to be deadlocked, making people feel extremely bad, and there was an anxious atmosphere in the air.

boom--

Someone made the first move, and in an instant the ground shook and the six-legged dragon fled away, its long tail dragging on the ground, leaving long scratches.

It was the old psyker who took action, and the strong psychic energy waves were compressed and hit the strange blue human body.
Chapter completed!