"I'm lucky, I actually met a group of seafood." After being carried through space by the broken horn, across a long distance, and returning to the material world, Muria looked at the group of fishmen in front of him, with a playful smile on his face.
, eyes boiling with murderous intent.
After crossing the threshold of the extraordinary, life will gradually get rid of its dependence on the environment. The stronger the strength, the smaller the impact of the environment on itself. For ordinary things, it is like walking on flat ground for powerful extraordinary creatures.
For example, humans who are afraid of water and fire advance to the gold level, and after breaking through the limits of their bodies, they can have a powerful body that can swim in magma. And after the creatures in the ocean reach the gold level, they are no longer so dependent on water. They also have the ability to swim in magma.
The ability to move on land and fly in the sky.
But under normal circumstances, those powerful sea creatures will not land on land. After all, although they can adapt to the land environment, they are not as comfortable as the ocean after all. But no matter what, it is a special time, such as an oracle.
"Which god are you followers of?" Muria looked at the group of Kuo-Toa people who seemed to be discussing in front of them and asked with a smile.
The Kuo Tao fish people who witnessed the emergence of Muria's broken space looked at each other in shock, and their dead fish eyes revealed the awe they deserved for the legend.
They looked at Muria carefully, looking at each other just enough. One of the strong fishmen who seemed to be the leader came out of it and humbly reported to Muria in a low voice:
"Sir, we are followers of the great demon lord, the King of the Deep Sea."
"Disciples of Dagon?" Muria nodded, and the smile on her face became gentler, "Are you also here to hunt down the descendant of the Titan named Muria?"
"Yes." The leader who only had the second-level soul strength replied respectfully, secretly looking at Muria and the brawny Balo Balrog behind him, guessing which one of them was a legend, or both of them.
yes.
"Do you know the strength of the descendant of Titan?" Muria continued to ask with a warm smile.
"I know, according to the order of the King of the Deep Sea, this descendant of the Titan is said to have the strength of the peak soul."
"Oh, then do you know what the word Titan stands for?"
"According to the stories and legends spread on the ocean, Titans represent invincibility at the same level. There are almost no creatures that can compete with them at the same level."
"Now that we all know it, with your strength, how can you have the courage to hunt down this descendant of the Titan? Are you not afraid that if you really encounter him, he will crush you into a pile of scum?"
The lineup of the murloc hunting team in front of us is indeed very luxurious for ordinary creatures. They are all composed of powerful murlocs above the gold level. However, not to mention fighting Muria, it means provoking any soul.
For a super-peak Titan, things can be solved with just one slap.
"Dear Sir, you don't know something. This time we have several legends leading the team to hunt down this Titan race. We are just one of the search teams. We are only responsible for searching, not fighting.
If we really meet that person, we will definitely run away without saying a word."
"It's okay. I finally haven't forgotten the reputation of the Titans." Muria originally thought that these guys were just a bunch of fools who didn't take the Titans seriously, but now it seems that they still maintain a certain degree of awe for the Titans.
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"The number of Titans is still too small." Muria sighed slightly in her heart. Although this group of seafood still had a sense of awe for the Titans, it was not enough. This group of guys dared to chase him under the order of a demon.
Good proof.
There are too few creatures who are lucky enough to see Titans, and even fewer are able to see Titans fighting bravely. Therefore, many creatures know the existence of Titans and how powerful they are, but to what extent are they specific?
I don’t even know anymore.
"Sir, I don't know who you are?" Seeing that the black-haired boy who suddenly appeared was so concerned about Titan, the fishman commander felt something was wrong and wanted to test Muria's identity.
"Demon Warlock, Diavolo." Muria said his name with a smile, and then watched as the expressions on the faces of the group of murlocs changed rapidly after hearing his name, like a face change in a Sichuan opera.
"Lord Diavolo, if nothing happens, we will resign first." The fishman leader, who had already heard of Muria's evil reputation, took the initiative to resign and wanted to escape.
"I have one more thing to trouble you with."
"What's going on?" The fishman leader was dealing with it while the pair were thinking about how to quickly distance themselves after leaving Muria.
"My little lions are hungry. Could you please go into their bellies and relieve their hunger?"
As he spoke, one blood lion demon appeared next to Muria one after another, looking greedily at this group of vigorous and energetic murlocs, with saliva dripping from their mouths.
"Don't run away, we are united together, as long as we can hold on until Master Cangyu Wings supports us..."
"It's such a pity. I'm afraid you won't be able to hold on until that time."
…Less than a quarter of an hour later, except for the broken fish scales and mottled blood stains on the ground, there was no trace left to prove that the group of murlocs had ever existed.
"Why don't you leave this subcontinent immediately?" A soft voice came into Muria's ears, like a lover whispering softly in the ear. It made people's hearts itch, and there was an urge to meet the owner of this voice.
"Who is it? Come out." Muria's sword eyebrows stood upright, and vigorous spiritual power surged out from the center of his eyebrows, sweeping in all directions.
"The reckless and arrogant descendant of the Titan." The soft voice sounded again, "I am here."
A faint spatial fluctuation came. Muria caught this fluctuation and immediately figured out the source of the fluctuation. He had never thought of covering it up.
Muria directly locked the coordinates and teleported himself to that location - a mountain cliff. Then, a long hair with silver light flowing down to his ankles appeared in Muria's eyes, and the biting mountain wind with a hint of chill blew by, setting off
Long silver hair, revealing a body with smooth and tender skin.
Muria was stunned for a moment. He did not expect that he would see a drow without clothes again in such a short period of time. However, the one in front of him was the same as the drow that was formed by melting wax demon.
You are different.
"Good night, beautiful girl." The corners of Muria's mouth raised slightly, and the originally vigilant spirit suddenly relaxed. The power contained in her body made Muria feel familiar yet unfamiliar, and he recognized the person in front of him.
The identity of a well-proportioned and tall drow elf, the dark maiden, Eilistraee, a kind-hearted god.