Chapter 1252 The Evil God's Recovery

"I don't know if it's okay to give this metal ball as a gift to His Majesty the Machine Emperor?"

The slender golden dragon looked at a damaged metal ball with a radius of 100 meters in front of him. Although this damage made the metal wires intertwined on the outside, like the metal ball on the skin of a cantaloupe, it was ugly, but its huge size But it is still quite shocking, even the golden dragon is inferior in terms of size.

"Your Highness, this is at least the crystallization of a civilization. I think it is feasible to take it out and present it to another His Majesty."

The body was bigger than the golden dragon, and the red dragon, whose body and limbs looked extremely strong, faced the golden dragon and said cautiously with a hint of flattery.

"Of course, you have to repair the gap we made, otherwise, it's really shameful."

"Repair it?"

The huge, strangely shaped metal ball slowly rotated in Jinlong's mind, and then one of them suffered a severe gap and appeared in his eyes.

"It's actually not difficult, Your Majesty, as long as you are willing to provide enough resources, the monsters with group consciousness inside can repair themselves."

"Aren't you afraid of cheating yourself with this suggestion? This thing should be placed in my world." Muria chuckled, seeing the red dragon who was reluctant to return to the world, he would rather carry it Suppressed by the laws of the big world, you have to wander outside.

In Auston's thinking, there is no enemy now, and he is suppressed when he is suppressed. Anyway, he has not lost all his combat power. Compared with freedom, being uncomfortable is nothing.

"Your Majesty, I believe in your mighty power. Under your protection, even if this monster recovers to a good state, it will not be able to break through the seal you set up and hurt us."

Alston retracted his neck and looked at the metal ball sealed by Muria, which was tens of thousands of times smaller than the original size, without much fear in his eyes.

If he was a dragon alone, facing such a planet-level miraculous creation, he would naturally run as far as he could, even in a sealed state, he would never touch it.

But in the big world under Muria, so what if Vader is in perfect condition, just now he has followed the family army, and has blown up this planetary level without Muria's action. Creation, control its core.

Now, even if this thing is repaired, there is an accident and it breaks through the seal, and there is a family army, it will not be a problem to blow it up again.

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

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Muria waved his paws. He was extremely confident about his sealing technique. Sealing a creation whose power level did not reach epic was naturally captured. Although it was a spectacle that had reached the planetary level, it was also The quantity is objective, compared to him, it is nothing at all.

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

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern. Although it is a bit uncomfortable, it is still within the tolerable range." The red dragon Auston responded happily, which was the care of an epic.

"Oston, you also have the power of the legendary seventh level now. This kind of power is enough to attract the attention of the will of the world. If you stay by my side for a long time, it will increase the risk of my deity being exposed. I now I have no plans to walk in this world as the deity."

Muria told the red dragon very bluntly, without caring about his face at all, because this guy is really not conscious at all, doesn't he know that he is a stowaway in another world?

He might be hacked alive by the thunder that descended from the sky at some point, and he would be hacked if he was hacked, but it would be bad if he got involved.

"Go down!"

Hearing Muria's words, the ancient red dragon who had lived for thousands of years suddenly felt wronged as if he had eaten a ton of bitter melon.

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

"Your Majesty, I can give you a modern mount." Auston was still reluctant to enter the world of Muria because it was too boring, and he was fed up with the same thing day after day. Days of long sleep.

"No need, your strength is too strong, it's not suitable." Morea refused decisively. In Muria's eyes, the old red dragon was like a moving dynamite bag, which might explode at any time.

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

In a flash of inspiration, Red Nong Auston immediately proposed a compromise idea. From its point of view, the possibility of his master accepting such an idea would be much higher.

"Seal!" Muria raised her eyebrows and agreed without hesitation. Because I also have the idea of ​​using this old subordinate as an experiment in my heart.

If he uses the ability to seal Oston's strength, thereby reducing the suppression of the will of the world, then this method can be further expanded, and even promoted on a large scale.

Of course, with such a method, Muria also thought about how to apply it to his family members on a large scale. As for the epic, forget it. Enough to reduce the will of the world, the method for foreign epics can be regarded as a secret technique, how could it be achieved by using the sealing technique casually.

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The huge ship with a length of hundreds of meters gradually came to the shore with the sound of humming, and when it stopped behind the ship, the idle workers on the pier immediately flocked to pray that they could be selected and get meager benefits with cheap labor. remuneration.

Among them, those who are physically strong are easily selected by the steward who selects the porters, and then taken away. As for the rest, they dispersed with a look of disappointment on their faces.

In the evening, when the sun was about to sink into the horizon, on the dark pier, the 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 to continue working with tenacious spirit, The environment doesn't allow it either.

"This fellow Modo is also in good health. I feel that after this guy came to work at the dock, I felt that I would lose more than ten coppers every day."

"Stop bragging, you only earn a few coppers a day, and you still lose ten coins a day. If this is the case, I'm afraid you will find him desperately."

"Hey, if Nige dares to fight Modo for his life, he can be knocked down with one punch, and he can be sent directly to the crematorium."

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

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

"It doesn't matter how many of them there are, whether they can go to heaven or not, after all, Modo is only physically stronger, and he is just like us, the life of a pariah."

Dragging their exhausted bodies, among the dock workers who went back to their homes, a strong man with a body height of two meters and strong muscles stood out from the crowd.

The coolies on the wharf 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 the genes are, they must have enough nutrition to grow so big.

Such heterogeneity can naturally attract the attention of others, which in turn arouses resentment and jealousy. Because of his physique, Modo, who has been under the eyes of everyone all year round, has long been used to it, and he doesn't care much about the malice contained in his eyes.

As the dock workers entered the city's low, run-down, sewage-flowing, but large-scale slums, there were fewer and fewer workers around Modo, and in the end he was the only one left walking on the streets that had been shrouded in darkness.

But the surrounding darkness was not complete darkness. The light projected from the wealthy district a few blocks away brought some light to the filthy and poor places in the city.

This kind of light made some distorted, gloomy and terrifying shadows appear on the ground. Together with the rats and bedbugs scurrying on the ground, the slums were like a spooky haunted area.

However, such a terrifying scene caused the muscular and strong Moro's face to remain unchanged. He just quietly listened to the breath coming from the dilapidated houses around him, and then walked with almost no sound, as if Ghostly through the sewage-ridden streets.

In the end, Modo returned to his temporary residence, a clean and tidy dilapidated stone house, a house that was considered a mansion in the slums.

After returning to his residence, Modo silently lit the kerosene lamp, which is considered a luxury for civilians, and let the light fill his small stone house.

At first, when the light was on, it attracted greedy wolves, but when this light was unswervingly lit on time in the slums every day, no one would keep their eyes open, no one's fool, even It's in the gutter, and so are the rats who are struggling to make a living off the trash.

Under the shaky lights, Modo quietly sat cross-legged on the stone bed with only a straw mat, like a quaint statue, but when a pure white holy light shone in front of him, the quaint statue Reincarnated as a human being.

"Moduo, 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 evil god pollution yet, but in my opinion, it won't be long before the evil gods will corrode this place. This city has the best breeding ground for the evil gods to restore their power."

"The resentment caused by poverty is a problem that has existed in our civilization since its inception but has no way to solve it. We can do it, but we can only delay it as much as possible." The old voice, who only saw his voice but could not see him, sighed.