Chapter 480: The Sad Dragon of Calamity

"Quack!" Hearing Moreya's promise to visit its lair, the calamity dragon with a rotten aura suddenly laughed excitedly, "Come with me, powerful warlock."

A calamity dragon that is transforming itself into a lich dragon, and its strength is still at the fourth rank of soul will. In its lair where many traps and defenses are quietly arranged, even if it is a human legend, it dares to make a wave, of course. , limited to races with a very low starting point such as the human race.

Therefore, Morea, who was carrying a legendary Balor Flame Demon, had no intention of showing his cowardice, and followed up with his own demon servants. He first decided to take a look at the collection of this corpse dragon, and then decide whether to take action.

"Diablo, please come in!" The karmic dragon emitting a strong death energy stood at the door of the castle with black as the main tone, turned his head and glanced at Morea, and walked in.

Morea looked at the undead creature lying on the castle greedily staring at him, and smiled indifferently, just some undead.

"Welcome to the Withered Castle, Diablo, you are the third living creature who dares to walk in the castle since its establishment."

"Oh, yes, then I'm really honored!" Morea riding the blood lion demon looked calm, looking at the interior decoration of the castle, and with many guys who study undead magic, the aesthetics of this disaster dragon in front of him The view has been completely distorted.

Although this castle is still the main body of stone, it only looks a little gloomy from the outside, but when you walk in, you will find that it is full of curious decorations based on corpses.

In other words, these are not simple decorations, but the many undead guards placed here by the Calamity Dragon.

"How do you like my castle?"

"Besides the undead, who else do you think would like a castle full of death like you?" Morea asked rhetorically.

"It's a pity, I thought that a powerful warlock like you should be special." Calamity Dragon looked at the blood lion demon under Morea's crotch with greedy eyes, like a volcano about to erupt.

"Don't waste your time, take me to see your collection, if it is suitable, I can trade with you." Morea put on an impatient look, surrounded by the six Balrogs around him. The transformed fireball expanded in a circle, and the evil and fiery aura spread.

"Quack, you've already entered my castle, and you still want to trade with me. Are you so confident in your strength? Do you think you're a legend?" Wings of Decay Morgan laughed wildly and proudly, Ridiculously mocking Morea.

"It's such an ugly voice, can you shut up?" Morea looked at the calamity dragon in front of him, who did not hide his malice at all.

His face was still dull, even though he had already seen all kinds of high-level undead pouring out of the castle.

"Stupid Warlock, haven't you figured out the situation? This is my lair. The two arrogant guys in front of you have been made into soul-level undead by me."

"I told you to shut up, didn't you hear?" Morea took off her hood, and her handsome face, still a little childish, was indifferent, "Broken horn."

Hearing Moria's instructions, the Balor Flame Demon who followed Moria into the decaying castle raised his fist, and then threw a straight punch, the fiery fist turned into a long rainbow, directly hitting the calamity that was laughing. on the dragon.

"Legend..." Morgan, the Wing of Decay, watched the inconspicuous strong man behind Morea with scarlet magic marks on his body, and then punched it like a rainbow, and slammed into it, there was no time to dodge, or it was There is no such ability.

"Boom!" The fiery fist energy instantly penetrated the relatively fragile body of the Dragon of Calamity, and then fell on the wall behind it unabated. It collapsed in an instant.

The rotten castle vibrated, as if it was about to collapse. Countless magic circles collapsed under this punch, and between the chest and abdomen of the rotten wing appeared a transparent punch hole in the front and back, like the stench of rotten meat when it was grilled. diffuse,

"You actually have a legendary demon servant, how is this possible? You obviously haven't been promoted to a legend, it's impossible!" Calamity Dragon, whose body was pierced, roared in disbelief. Injury impact.

"It's already half-undead." Seeing the calamity dragon with rancid black blood flowing from its body, Morea shook his head, feeling a little disappointed in the choice of this dragon, abandoning the dragon's blessed body and transforming it into an undead , it's an extremely stupid behavior.

"Master, I made a mistake, please wait a moment." Seeing that the disaster industry dragon Morgan was still alive and kicking, the broken corner's face turned gloomy.

"Well, start lightly, just smash half of the body, don't kill it." Morea reminded.

"Understood." Broken Horn grinned, jumped down from the blood lion demon's back, and walked towards the calamity dragon, his body gradually swelled, and the wide demon wings stretched out.

"Legendary Balor Flame Demon?" Calamity Dragon Morgan was stunned by the demon in front of him that could run rampant in the abyss, so, of course, his face showed fear, and he turned to all the people he controlled. The undead gave the order: "Give it to me and stop him."

"Bullying more with less?" A faint smile appeared on Morea's face, "This is not possible, it is only fair to fight against each other."

The blood lion roared, the flame demon roared, and the black-haired and black-eyed boy released all his demon servants to stop the high-level undead coming from all over the castle, so that Morgan could fight Broken Corner fairly.

As a dragon species that is not good at melee combat, Morgan, the disaster dragon, has a "fair" duel with the Balor Balrog, who is good at melee combat and whose strength is one step higher than it.

As a result, no accident happened. Its limbs, tail, and wings were all torn off by the broken corners, and even the lower jaw was forcibly broken, and then lifted and placed in front of Morea.

"Who the hell are you? With such a large number of demon servants, it is impossible for me not to have heard of it." The disaster dragon Morgan looked at Morea unwillingly. The secret treasure spied on Morea's strength and cultivation, and this was the idea of ​​​​hands-on.

"But you just haven't heard of it." Morea 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'm a student of the legendary lich Griffith."

"Oh."

"He is an official member of the Necronomicon Council." Seeing Morea's unconcerned expression, the disaster dragon Morgan quickly reported his teacher's affiliation.