typeface
large
in
Small
Turn off the lights
Previous bookshelf directory Bookmark Next

Chapter 1252: The Cthulhu Recovery

I wonder if I could give this metal ball as a gift to His Excellency the Tool Emperor?"

The slender golden dragon looked at a damaged metal ball with a radius of a hundred meters in front of him. Although this damage made the metal ball with interlaced metal wires on the surface like the skin of a cantaloupe ugly, its huge size

But it is still quite shocking, even the golden dragon is inferior in size.

"Your Highness, this is the crystallization of civilization after all. I think it is feasible to take it out and give it to another His Majesty."

The red dragon, which was larger than the golden dragon and had extremely strong body and limbs, faced the golden dragon and spoke cautiously with a hint of flattery.

"Of course, you have to repair the gap we made completely, otherwise, it would be really outrageous."

"Repair it?"

The huge, strange-shaped metal balls slowly rotated in the golden dragon's mind, and then the one among them, which suffered a serious blow from each other, appeared in his eyes.

"In fact, it's not difficult. Your Majesty, as long as you are willing to provide enough resources, the monster inside can repair itself with the collective consciousness of the group."

"Aren't you afraid of cheating yourself with this suggestion? This thing needs to be placed in my world." Muria chuckled. Seeing this red dragon that was reluctant to return to the world, he would rather carry it.

Despite being suppressed by the laws of the big world, I still have to wander outside.

In Auston's mind, there are no enemies now. If he is suppressed, he will be suppressed. Anyway, he has not lost all his fighting power. Compared with freedom, being uncomfortable is nothing.

"Your Majesty, I believe in your great power. Under your protection, even if this monster returns to its intact state, it will not be able to break through the seal you arranged and harm us."

Auston drew back his neck and looked at the metal ball that was sealed by Muria. Compared with the original size, it was reduced by tens of thousands of times. There was not much fear in his eyes.

If he were a single dragon facing such a planet-level miracle creation, he would naturally run as far as he could. Even in a sealed state, he would never come into contact with it.

But in the big world under Muria's gun, what if Vader is in full condition? Just now, he followed the family army and destroyed this planet-level planet without Muria's gun.

Create something and control its core.

Now, even if this thing is repaired, an accident occurs, and it breaks through the seal. With the existence of the dependent legion, there is no problem in blowing it up again.

"Okay, stop talking this nonsense. As long as I still exist, Vader can't break through my seal."

Muria waved his claws. He was extremely confident in his sealing skills. He could seal a creature whose power level had not reached the epic level. Naturally, he was captured. Although his body size had reached a planetary level, it was only a wonder.

The quantity is objective and compared to him, it is nothing at all.

"Are you sure you still want to endure the oppression of the law and follow me? Don't you feel uncomfortable now?"

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. Although it's a little uncomfortable, it's still within the tolerable range." Red Dragon Auston responded happily. This is the concern from an epic.

"Auston, you now have the legendary seventh-level power. This power is enough to attract the attention of the world's will. If a guy like you stays with me for a long time, it will increase the risk of my identity being exposed. I am now

I have no plans to walk in this world as myself yet.”

Muria told the red dragon very straightforwardly, not caring about his face at all, because this guy really has no consciousness at all. Doesn't he know that he is a stowaway in another world?

He might be struck alive by thunder falling from the sky at some point. If he was struck, he would be struck alive, but it would be bad if he was implicated.

"His Majesty!"

After hearing Muria's words, the ancient red dragon, which had lived for thousands of years, suddenly felt like it had eaten a ton of bitter melon, with a look of grievance in its eyes.

"For your own good and for my own good, can you stay in my world?" Muria asked again.

"Your Majesty, I can give you a riding mount." Auston hesitated, still unwilling to enter the world of Muria, because it was too boring, and he was fed up with the same routine day after day.

The long sleep of the sun.

"No need, you are too strong and inappropriate." Muria refused decisively. In Muria's eyes, this old red dragon is like a moving explosive pack of punishment, which may explode at any time.

Already.

"Your Majesty, aren't you good at sealing? You can seal part of my strength, so that I can attract the attention of the world's will and the possibility of attracting divine punishment will be much reduced."

In a flash of inspiration, Red Alley Oston immediately proposed a compromise idea. In its opinion, his master would be much more likely to accept such an idea.

"Seal it!" Muria raised her eyebrows and agreed without hesitation, because she also had the idea of ​​​​using this old subordinate for experiments.

If he seals Auston's strength and reduces the suppression of the world's will, then this method can be further expanded and even promoted on a large scale.

Of course, Muria would like to think about how to apply this method on a large scale to her own relatives. As for the epic, forget it. If it is enough to reduce the will of the world, the method for foreign epics can be regarded as a secret technique. How?

It can be achieved by casually using sealing techniques.



The hundreds of meters long giant ship gradually docked amidst the whine, and when it stopped behind the ship, workers who were idle on the dock suddenly swarmed in, praying that they could be selected and earn a small profit with cheap labor.

of remuneration.

Among them, the physically strong ones were easily selected by the stewards who selected the porters, and were taken away. The rest dispersed with disappointment on their faces.

In the evening, when the sun was about to sink into the horizon, on the dim dock, workers who had been busy all day began to disperse in twos and threes. With such visibility, even if they could drag their tired bodies with their tenacious spirit to continue working,

The environment doesn't allow it either.

"This guy Modo is also in great health. I feel like after this guy comes to work at the dock, I feel like I will earn more than ten coppers less every day."

"Stop bragging. You only earn a few coppers a day and ten less every day. If that's the case, I'm afraid you'll fight for him."

"Hey, if Nico dares to fight against Modo, he can be knocked down with one punch and sent directly to the crematorium."

"You guys, don't make such nasty jokes. After all, Modo is really strong. I think he can do the work of ten people by himself."

"I see more than ten people, probably twenty."

"It doesn't matter how many people he has, he can still go to heaven. After all, Demodo is just a bit stronger. He is not a pariah like us."

Among the dockworkers dragging their tired bodies back to their homes, a strong man with a body of two meters tall and gnarled muscles stood out among them.

The coolies who work on the docks are all poor people at the bottom, and their bodies tend to be thin and short. Such a burly figure is very rare. After all, no matter how good your genes are, you must have enough nutrients to grow so big.

Such anomalies can naturally attract the attention of others, which can lead to resentment and jealousy. Because of his physique, Modo has long been used to being under the spotlight of everyone, and he doesn't care about the malice contained in his eyes.

As the dock workers entered the city's low-rise, dilapidated, sewage-filled but huge slums, there were fewer and fewer workers around Modo, and in the end he was left alone walking on the streets shrouded in darkness.

But the surrounding darkness is not complete darkness. The light cast from the wealthy area a few blocks away brings some light to the filthy and poor place in the city.

This kind of light makes some distorted, eerie and terrifying shadows appear on the ground. Combined with the rats, bedbugs and the like that shuttle on the ground, the slums are like a spooky ghost land that preys on people.

However, such a terrifying scene did not change the face of the muscular strong man Moro. He just listened quietly to the breathing coming from the dilapidated houses around him, and then walked with almost no sound, as if

Walking through the sewage-filled streets like a ghost.

Finally, Modo returned to his temporary residence, a clean and tidy dilapidated stone house, a house that could be considered a luxury house in the slums.

When Modo returned to his residence, he silently lit the kerosene lamp, which was considered a luxury for commoners, and filled his small stone house with light.

At first, when the light came on, it attracted greedy jackals, but after this light unswervingly lit up on time every day in the slums, no one could turn their eyes away anymore, and no one was stupid, even if

It's the same with the rats who live in the gutter and make a hard living on garbage.

Under the flickering light, Modo sat quietly on a stone bed with only a straw mat, like a simple statue. But when a pure white sacred light shined in front of him, the simple statue

Become a human again.

"Modo, report the situation in your city." The old voice echoed in the stone house, with a touch of worry.

"I'm telling the elders that there are no signs of the evil god's pollution yet, but in my opinion, it won't be long before the evil god will erode this place. This city has the best breeding ground for the evil god to restore his power."

"The resentment caused by poverty is a problem that has existed since the founding of our civilization but has no way to solve it. What we can do is to delay it as long as possible." The old voice, whose voice was only visible but whose person was not seen, sighed.


This chapter has been completed!
Previous Bookshelf directory Bookmark Next