"Guys like you really embarrass the dragon clan." Muria looked at the disaster dragon Morgan with contempt.
"What kind of existence are you?" Sensing that Muria's tone was wrong, the disaster dragon immediately reacted, "I have disgraced the dragon clan, what does it have to do with you?"
"You don't need to know this." Muria looked at the Catastrophic Dragon whose body was slowly regenerating as its flesh and blood squirmed. She no longer had any desire to talk nonsense with it. "You just need to know your future identity."
"What?" Seeing that Muria had no intention of killing it, the Catastrophic Dragon relaxed a little.
"Living power source." Muria said the future arrangements for this devalued disaster dragon.
Then, he directly used the sealing technique to ban its mana and spiritual power. After plundering all the things on it, he personally carved a one-time teleportation array on the ground and sent it to the cloud island hovering above the ocean.
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"Tsk, His Highness is so fast. In just a short time, a soul-level disaster dragon came over."
"This is a rare dragon species."
"Well, it is indeed rare. The semi-undead disaster dragons are very consistent with their attributes."
"Stop talking nonsense, is there any way to solve the problem of this dragon becoming semi-undead? Its current power is simply not suitable to be used as a living energy source on Cloud Island."
"It can be solved, but it's a bit troublesome and requires a lot of materials."
"Materials are not a problem. Just report to Miss Mia. As long as the dragon can be restored to its normal body."
The Wings of Decay, which was forcibly teleported, was dazed as it listened to the comments of the despicable humans around it. A surge of anger surged into its heart. Just when it wanted to use its own power, it found that its spiritual sea of consciousness was like a pool of stagnant water.
I can't use any of it myself.
The power was sealed, and it, the Wings of Decay, became a useless dragon. The fear of losing its power surged into its heart, and the Karma Dragon looked around with some fear.
It found itself on a huge metal platform, with chains condensed from elements binding its body. One after another, young humans who seemed to be very young and very suitable for making corpse witches were on it.
It crawled up and down its body, and occasionally picked off scales from it to draw blood.
It seemed to be used as a test subject, and a feeling of shame and anger surged into its heart, but when it turned its eyes and looked around, it discovered powerful creatures one after another.
Murlocs, sea monsters, ferocious birds...these are basically stronger than the soul, and as many as sixty-three powerful creatures are imprisoned in crystal pillars, and their power is being continuously extracted.
They were motionless and seemed to have no feeling.
"Is this living energy?" Seeing this scene, the disaster dragon Morgan understood what the demon warlock said. At this moment, it suddenly felt that it was good to be an experimental subject.
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After Muria sent the Calamity Dragon away, he asked his demonic servants to clean up all the undead in this city, while he went to do the most important thing - collecting loot.
After everything was done, Muria continued to move towards the hinterland of the Senaps subcontinent. As Muria gradually approached the location of the red dragon Cynthia, the reputation of the demon warlock Diavolo began to spread on this continent.
This is a cruel demon warlock who likes to slaughter cities at every turn. It is said that he is moody. When he often has a good chat with those powerful lords, he will suddenly turn his face and kill the killer. So far, this demon warlock has slaughtered no less than two people.
Countless cities, therefore earned the title of "City Slayer".
"Nonsense." Muria complained to Broken Horn beside him about what the two demon civilians they just met were talking about him. "When did I become moody? Why do I like to turn against others? It's all nonsense.
."
"Do you need me to kill all the ants that are programmers of yours?" Broken Horn asked very straightforwardly.
"There's no need for this. We have to keep a low profile. It's not good to cause too many killings. It's not good to be too eye-catching." Almost every city was slaughtered, and even Muria, who had obtained the title through killing, had no consciousness.
said.
"Master, what you said really makes sense."
"Well, of course, keep a low profile, sometimes you still need to be flexible." Muria looked at the city in front of her with bright eyes, "Go into the city and ask if the lords of this city are rich."
...An hour later, Muria took back the group of fire demons that were ravaging the entire city, rode the blood lion demon, and left with one punch to kill the city's ruler, a broken horn of a soul-level snake-man.
"This snake lord has plundered so much treasure, and he must have committed countless crimes," Muria sighed softly, having pocketed all the wealth accumulated by the city's snake lords for hundreds of years, "This kind of
The guilty ones cannot be punished by me."
"..." Balo Yanmo Broken Horn was silent. He found that his master was getting thicker and thicker. Of course, he also knew that this was caused by poverty. In order to build the floating city, his master was already impoverished.
, and poverty can lower the lower limit of most intelligent creatures and do all kinds of incredible things.
"Dear Sir, have you ever seen a young man with black hair and golden eyes named Muria?" Muria, who was walking on the road, was suddenly stopped by a group of drow elves falling from the sky.
"He is a Titan, and he will release it when fighting..."
"You drow are really annoying." Muria looked at the drow in front of her who asked him questions with a look of boredom, and the one behind her who was secretly ogling the strong man-looking Broken Horn behind him.
Subordinates, "During this period, you are the seventeenth team that has stopped me to ask about the descendants of the Titans."
"Sir, since you know, please forgive me. This is an oracle issued by our god himself. Please cooperate with me."
"Get out of here!" A look of displeasure appeared on Muria's face, "What does your arrest of Muria have to do with Diavolo and me? Why do you want me to cooperate? I'm not a follower of the Spider Queen."
"Diablo the City Slaughterer!" After hearing the name of Muria's killer, this group of drow carefully looked at Muria's team. Their faces showed fear unconsciously, and then they became very conscious.
He stepped back and got out of the way.
"What a waste." After casting a contemptuous glance at these black-skinned elves, Muria rode the blood lion demon and drove away, but his complaining voice reached the ears of these drow, "It's been so long.
We haven't found the descendant of the Titan yet, but we are still messing around and investigating. Is there any conspiracy among these gods?"