"Quack!" After hearing Muria's promise to visit its lair, the disaster dragon exuding a rotten air suddenly laughed excitedly, "Follow me, powerful warlock."
A disaster dragon that is transforming itself into a Lich Dragon, and its strength is still at the fourth level of soul. In the lair where it has carefully laid out many traps and defenses, even a human legend dares to attack it. Of course
, limited to races with extremely low starting points such as the human race.
Therefore, Muria, who was carrying a legendary Balor Fire Demon, did not show any intention of being timid and followed with his demon servants. He first decided to take a look at the corpse dragon's collection before deciding whether to take action.
"Diavolo, please come in!" The Karmic Dragon, exuding a strong aura of death, stood at the door of the black-dominated castle. He turned his head and glanced at Muria before walking in.
Muria took a moment to look at the undead creatures lying on the castle and staring at him greedily, and smiled indifferently, they were just undead.
"Welcome to the Withered Castle, Diavolo, you are the third living creature who dares to walk in since this castle was founded."
"Oh, really, then I'm really honored!" Muria, who was riding a blood lion demon, looked calm and looked at the decoration inside the castle. Like many guys who studied necromancy, the aesthetics of the disaster dragon in front of them
Viewing has been completely distorted.
Although this castle is still made of stone and looks a little spooky from the outside, once you walk in, you will find that it is full of curious decorations, mainly corpses.
In other words, these are not simply decorations, but many undead guards placed here by the disaster dragon.
"What do you think of my castle?"
"Besides the undead, who else do you think would like your castle filled with death energy?" Muria asked.
"What a pity. I thought that a powerful warlock like you should be special." The disaster dragon's greedy eyes looked at the blood lion demon under Muria's crotch, which was as strong as a volcano about to erupt.
"Don't waste time. Take me to see your collection. If there are any suitable items, I can trade with you." Muria looked impatient and looked at the six balrogs surrounding him.
The transformed fireball expanded in a circle, and the evil and fiery spiritual energy spread.
"Quack, quack, you have already entered my castle, and you still want to trade with me. Are you so confident in your strength? Do you think you are a legend?" Rotten Wings Morgan laughed wildly and proudly,
He taunted Muria profusely.
"It's such an unpleasant sound, can you shut up?" Muria looked at the disaster dragon in front of him who did not hide his malice at all. His expression remained calm, even though he had seen all kinds of high-spirited people pouring out from all over the castle.
Undead.
"Stupid warlock, haven't you figured out the situation yet? This is my lair. The two guys in front of you who are as arrogant as you have been made into soul-level undead by me."
"I told you to shut up, didn't you hear?" Muria took off her hood, with an indifferent look on her handsome face that still looked childish, "Broken Horn."
After hearing Muria's instructions, Balor Fire Demon, who followed Muria into the decaying castle, raised his fist, and then punched straight out. The fiery fist turned into a rainbow, and directly hit the grinning disaster.
On the dragon.
"Passed..." Rotten Wings Morgan watched helplessly as the inconspicuous strong man behind Muria was covered with red magic patterns, and then punched it with force like a rainbow, without having time to dodge, or rather it was
There is no such ability.
"Boom!" The fiery fist force instantly penetrated the disaster dragon's relatively fragile body among dragons, and then fell on the wall behind it unabated. The aura of the defensive circle emerged, and then it could not resist it.
Time collapsed in just one breath.
The rotten castle shook, as if it was about to collapse. Countless magic circles collapsed under this punch. A translucent punch hole appeared between the chest and abdomen of the rotten wing, like the smell of rotten meat being roasted.
diffuse,
"You actually have a legendary demon servant, how is this possible? You have obviously not been promoted to a legend, this is impossible!" The disaster dragon, whose body was penetrated, roared with an expression of disbelief, full of anger, and seemed not to be worried at all.
The impact of injuries.
"It's already half undead." Seeing the disaster dragon with rancid black blood flowing through its body, Muria shook her head and felt a little disappointed with this dragon's choice. She abandoned the dragon's blessed body and turned into an undead.
, no matter how you look at it, it is an extremely stupid behavior.
"Master, I made a mistake, please wait a moment." Seeing that the disaster dragon Morgan was still alive and kicking, Broken Horn's face darkened.
"Well, be gentle, just break half of the body, don't kill it," Muria reminded.
"Understood." Duanjiao smiled ferociously, jumped off the back of the Blood Lion Demon, and walked towards the Disaster Dragon. His body gradually expanded, and his wide demon wings stretched out.
"Legendary Balor Fire Demon?" The disaster dragon Morgan was stunned by the demon in front of him that could run rampant in the abyss. So, of course, a look of fear appeared on its face, and it turned to all the demons under its control.
The undead gave the order: "Come up to me and stop him."
"Bullying the minority with more?" A faint smile appeared on Muria's face, "That's not okay. It's only fair to fight one on one."
The blood lion roared, the flame demon roared, and the young man with black hair and black eyes released all his demon servants to stop the high-level undead coming from all over the castle, allowing Morgan to have a fair fight with Broken Horn.
As a dragon species that is not good at melee combat, Morgan, the disaster dragon, has a "fair" duel with Balor Balrog, who is good at melee combat and is a level higher than him in strength.
In the end, nothing unexpected happened. Its limbs, tail, and wings were all torn off by the severed horns. Even the lower jaw was violently broken off, and then it was lifted and placed in front of Muria.
"Who are you? You have such a large number of demon servants. It's impossible that I haven't heard of it." Morgan, the disaster dragon, looked at Muria unwillingly. It just found that there was only a big guy in front of it who was not famous. In addition, it used
Mi Bao spied on Muria's strength and cultivation, and then he had the idea to take action.
"But you just haven't heard of it." Muria looked down at Morgan, "Is there anything else you want to say? If not, I should send you on your way."
"You can't kill me!"
"reason."
"I am a student of the legendary lich Griffiths."
"oh."
"He is an official member of the Parliament of the Dead." Seeing Muria's indifferent expression, the disaster dragon Morgan quickly reported his teacher's affiliation.