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Chapter 477 The dirty subcontinent

"The air in this continent is so polluted." On the edge of a sea, Muria, who had just arrived across space through advanced teleportation, frowned slightly and felt a little uncomfortable.

He had smelled this kind of air before. During the late period of the magic disaster on the Nokia European subcontinent, when the legendary demon appeared, this smell permeated all over the continent. And after the magic disaster ended, this filthy,

Odors harmful to the human body are slowly purified by the continent's natural circulation system.

"There are no demonic disasters in this continent." Muria's face was a little grim. The source of this filthy air is the large number of demons and evil objects that appear frequently and in large areas.

In the absence of a world-class natural disaster like the Demonic Disaster, it is hard to imagine what kind of environment would cause such a foul smell to permeate the continent, and it is also at the seaside where the sea breeze never ceases.

"Is this really the material world?" The space around Muria, who looked like a young man with black hair and golden eyes, rippled, and a bald man more than two meters tall who exuded a hot breath appeared and took a deep breath.

After taking the air, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"The Senaps subcontinent, one of the twelve subcontinents in the world of Erathia, is also known as the 'Evil God's Paradise'." Muria looked at the golden arcs and flames jumping on his body. This was the spontaneous purification of his power.

The surrounding air said, "This title is truly well-deserved."

"I have never heard of the Senapus subcontinent, but I have an impression of the name of the Evil God's Paradise." Balor Fire Demon, who transformed into a human form, replied angrily.

"Broken Horn, you must have felt it, there are many of your kind operating in this subcontinent."

"They are just some bad breeds and bastards, they are not my kind at all." This tamed Balor Fire Demon did not hide his contempt for other demons at all. In the eyes of Balor Fire Demon, all classes that are inferior to him are

Spicy chicken.

"This kind of filthy air should be haunted by your true kind." Muria frowned and looked at himself, suppressing the rejection of his own power and the surrounding environment, and then after thinking for a moment, his dazzling eyes

The golden eyes slowly turned into pitch black.

"Well, there's still something missing!" Muria used her mental power to "look at" her face at this moment, then raised her hand and waved, the space ring on her finger shined, and two ferocious big cats were released.

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"Roar!" "Roar!" Two bloody lions, which had shrunk in size under Muria's instructions, lay at his feet, their tails wagging particularly cheerfully.

Four balls of flame flew out and after landing on the ground, they quickly expanded and turned into humanoid balrogs more than ten meters high. The ground quickly melted under the high temperature they released and turned into a molten state.

"I look a lot like a demon warlock right now." Muria sat on the back of a blood lion demon, pulled up the hood of his black robe, covering his hair and face, and only exposed half of his chin.

It has a mysterious aura, and with the demons around it, it looks a bit cruel and terrifying.

"I have never seen a demon warlock. I don't know if this is the case for you, Master, but it shouldn't be much different." The Balor Fire Demon named Broken Horn complimented.

"Well, let me see where my dragons are?" Eighty-three scales floated out of Muria's body, shining brightly under the influence of the tracking spell, and most of the dragon scales gradually became dim.

, only seven of them are still shining with aura.

"There are actually seven five-color dragons in this subcontinent. It seems that I am quite lucky." Muria looked at the seven dragon scales in front of him and raised his eyebrows. He had already sensed the distance between these five-color dragons and him.

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"Let me see the status of these seven guys," Muria took out the Book of the Dead purchased from the goblin merchant Stallone and summoned a cursed spirit that looked like a pit fiend.

"Great Master, what are your orders?" The ferocious cursed spirit showed a flattering smile after seeing Muria. It naturally had to maintain a sufficiently humble attitude towards the monster in front of it that was completely immune to curses below the true god level.

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"Trace the owner of these scales." Muria pointed at the seven dragon scales.

"Crash!" The dark and ominous power spread from the dark metal-covered Book of Curses and wrapped around the scales. Then the Book of Curses was opened, and two images appeared on it.

"Separated? Not gathered together." Seeing such an image, Muria frowned. The five-color dragons he raised in captivity have changed the habits of the dragons. After being exiled, they usually act in groups. This is his first time.

See scattered.

"Red Dragon Abt." Seeing this familiar red dragon shadow, Muria was slightly surprised. Unexpectedly, he encountered one of the six red dragons he hatched in the first place.

Next to this red dragon, whose size is not much worse than that of an adult dragon, there are two green dragons and two black dragons that have also entered the young dragon stage, but their size is quite different compared to him.

"Cynthia." Muria looked at the image on the other side, and another familiar red dragon came into view. Beside her were a red dragon and a blue dragon, who had also just entered the youth dragon stage.

However, compared to Abbot's lair in the wilderness, Cynthia's residence is a magnificent palace, and she seems to be doing much better than her brother.

"Life is quite nourishing, don't worry for now." Seeing the five-color dragons that seemed to be separated into two small groups, Muria shook her head helplessly.

In a team, if there are two people with similar strength and both want to have the right to speak, then splitting is inevitable. It is obvious that both the Red Dragon siblings want to have the right to speak, and then no one can overwhelm the other.

So we parted ways and chose different ways of living.

"Broken Horn, let's go to the nearest city to see what this so-called Paradise of Evil Gods is like." Muria patted the Blood Lion Demon on his crotch and took the lead.

Behind him, Broken Horn unceremoniously jumped on the back of another blood lion demon, using it as a mount. However, this originally extremely ferocious blood lion demon did not dare to resist at all, and chased after him with Broken Horn on his back.

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After the six-headed Balrogs released by Muria looked at each other, they rose into the air and turned into six fireballs, dragging six long fire marks and following closely behind Muria.

"I'm so low-key!" Mulia sighed to herself as she climbed over mountains and ridges and saw monsters of various shapes and shapes retreating hastily.

Not long after, the life response of a large number of living creatures gathered together appeared in Muria's perception. The breath emitted by these creatures gave him a very bad feeling.


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