Chapter 479 The Evil God's Malice

"Why?" The Black Vulture Lord, who saw that the mount that had accompanied him for decades died tragically in front of him, and did not understand why Morea suddenly turned his face, asked a little uneasy and terrified.

"Because you are disgusting to me, so in order to please me, please disappear from this world!" Under Morea's thoughts, in the form of a fireball, the six Balrogs surrounding him stretched their bodies, and then Pounce on the Black Vulture Lord.

"Sir, spare your life!" Seeing the appearance of the flame demon, the black vulture lord showed a look of fear. While dodging the attack, he begged Moria for mercy, but the boy sitting on the back of the blood lion demon ignored it. Looking at this lord, he was burned to ashes by the six Balrogs with magical flames, and his soul was eaten up.

"Quack!" The six-headed Balrog, who killed the Black Vulture Lord with an absolute crushing advantage, grinned, greedily looking at those demon-born civilians, who were not satisfied with just eating so much.

"Kill all the vultures in this city." Morea gave the order in a cold tone.

The Balrog, who received the order, glanced at the demons on the ground unwillingly, and then excitedly rushed towards the vultures all over the city, and began to slaughter these vultures that could not eat many corpses, and their eyes became red.

In the filthy and dilapidated city, the sky filled with fiery demonic flames, under the absolute gap in strength, no vultures can escape the hunt of the Balrog, these ominous birds who once lived a comfortable life in this city, One after another, it turned into ashes and fell, causing the few demons in the city to shiver.

In the end, Morea still did not order the flame demon to kill all these demons who had no moral bottom line. These "people" lived in such a disgusting attitude, and the environment of this subcontinent accounted for a large part of the reason.

Under the circumstance that survival cannot be guaranteed, no one will talk about morality. This is the reality. Everything is based on filling the stomach and living. Is this wrong? Can it be judged by the standard of good and evil?

Morea couldn't judge, so he chose to ignore it, left with the nine-headed demon, and continued to move towards the hinterland of the continent, moving towards the position where he sensed the five-colored dragon.

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And just when Morea commanded the flame demon to slaughter, the 66th floor of the bottomless abyss, the magic net abyss. In a spider-shaped steel fortress that was moving slowly, a half-human, half-spider existence slowly opened his eyes, thousands of scenes changed in his eyes, and finally it was a black-haired and golden-eyed boy with long hair. With the sea breeze blowing, behind it is the vast ocean.

"The race of the Titans." The evil god who was famous in many material realms whispered softly, with unforgettable hatred.

A drow elf kingdom that believed in her was forcibly disintegrated by the Titans, how could she not hate,

This is one of the main sources of her beliefs.

"Who gave you the courage to enter the realm of the Heretic God?" Spider Queen Rose showed a sneering look on her face, "Since you dare to come in, then stay, don't think about leaving, to pay for the loss your Titans caused me! "

"My followers!" With the thought of the spider queen Rose, she spent a lot of divine power at all costs, and at the same time, she lowered her consciousness to all the drow gathering places on the Senapus subcontinent, and issued an oracle full of endless temptation. :

"The drow who can capture this descendant of titans and sacrifice him to me will ascend to my kingdom, become a servant under my throne, and gain immortality."

At this moment, all the cities of the drow elves on the subcontinent of Senapus became restless. This is an oracle that can make most intelligent creatures go crazy, enter the kingdom of God and become a servant of God, gain endless life, and even There is also the hope of further becoming a god.

When the spider queen Rose sensed the existence of Morea and issued an oracle to hunt him down, those evil gods that Morea had once offended also sensed it, the goddess of the sea Amberley, the god of the Kotoo fish, Bu Ribodup and others also issued the oracle to hunt down Morea.

In the offshore area of ​​the Senaps subcontinent, the powerful murlocs who have freed themselves from the constraints of the environment, the sea beasts have climbed onto the land, looking for traces of Morea, wanting to hunt him to the gods in exchange for the rewards promised in the oracle.

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"What's the matter?" Morea, who rode a blood lion demon and entered a city with a broken horn again, touched his chest, and a sense of palpitations came to his heart, making him a little irritable.

"Master, what's the matter with you?" Broken Angle, who had been following Moria honestly along the way, asked very considerately. When his chaotic nature was erased by the abyss lord Ulysses, he became lawful. The devil is not much different from the devil.

"I suddenly have an inexplicable sense of crisis." Morea replied with a frown, "I may have some troubles that are difficult to deal with."

This kind of heart palpitations, Moreya will not ignore it as a physical discomfort, how can there be a problem with his body as he is only one step away from the legend. It was a warning from his sixth sense with his body before danger approached.

"Trouble?" Broken Angle, who looked like a bald and strong man, showed a simple and honest smile, "If there is any, just kill them all."

"I'm afraid it's not easy." Morea has some guesses in his heart. Since he left the Titan Islands, he has been engaged in the great cause of punishing evil and promoting good.

Especially in recent years, in order to combat evil, he has provoked many evil gods and many powerful demon lords. Thinking about the nickname of the subcontinent where he is now, you can probably guess what the most likely source of his crisis is.

The killing intent of the gods is not so easy to deal with, especially when he is still on the home court of the evil gods.

"I am Morgan Freeman, Wings of Decay, what do you call your Excellency?" In the center of the city without a living creature, a black dragon flew up and landed in front of Morea. This was a disaster that was good at necromancy. Industry Dragon.

"Demon Warlock, Diablo." Morea looked at the black dragon in front of him with a deadly aura on his body, and casually took the name of a very famous boss in his previous life as his pseudonym.

"Diablo?" Morgan, who can already be called a corpse dragon, tilted his head to think for a while, searched his memory, and found that he had no impression of this name. "I have never heard of this name."

"I haven't heard the name of Wings of Decay." Morea responded indifferently.

"Quack, you haven't even heard my name, so you're still really ignorant." The voice of the calamity dragon was like a stone scraping on glass, unpleasant and harsh.

"You don't even know Diablo's name, you are really ignorant." Morea had no intention of showing weakness to the corpse dragon.

"Gah, then, a powerful warlock from afar, are you interested in visiting my decaying castle?" Morgan, the Wings of decay, who had not tried anything, sent an invitation to Morea.

"I have a lot of treasures in my collection. If you like it, as long as you have the corpse or soul of a powerful creature, we can trade it."

"Collection?" Morea thought for a while, then nodded slowly in agreement. He planned to take a look first. If this calamity dragon is very fat, then he must fight the evil.

Although he entered the Evil God Paradise with a low profile, he still had to make a move when it was time to make a move.