Chapter 481: Diablo the Slayer

"A guy like you really embarrassed the dragon clan." Morea looked at the disaster dragon Morgan with a look of contempt.

"What the hell are you?" Feeling the wrong tone of Morea's tone, the calamity dragon reacted immediately, "I lost the face of the dragon family, what does it have to do with you?"

"You don't need to know this." Morea looked at the calamity dragon whose body was wriggling and slowly reborn, and no longer had the desire to talk nonsense with it. "You only need to know your identity in the future."

"What?" Seeing that Morea didn't mean to kill it, Calamity Dragon relaxed a little.

"Living power source." Morea said the future arrangements for this price-dropping disaster dragon.

Then, directly cast the sealing technique to ban its mana and spiritual power, and after scavenging all the things on it, I personally painted 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 really fast. It's only been a while since I sent a soul-level disaster dragon."

"This is a rare dragon species."

"Well, it is indeed rare, and the semi-undead disaster dragons are also very consistent with their attributes."

"Don't talk nonsense, is there a way to solve this dragon's semi-undead problem? Its current power is simply not suitable for use as a living energy source on Yundao."

"It can be solved, but it's a little troublesome, and there are a lot of materials needed."

"Material is not a problem, just report to Miss Mia, as long as the dragon can be restored to its normal body."

The Corrupted Wing, which was forcibly transmitted, was dizzy listening to the words of the despicable humans around him, and a surge of anger welled up in his heart. Just when it wanted to use its own power, it found that its spiritual consciousness was like a pool of stagnant water. I can't use a cent myself.

The power has been sealed, and it, the Wings of Decay, has become a waste dragon. The fear of losing his strength surged into his heart, and Calamity Dragon looked around in fear.

It found itself on a huge metal platform, with chains of elements condensed around its body, and one after another seemed to be young, very suitable for making corpses. It climbed up and down, and from time to time, scales were removed from it, and blood was drawn.

It seemed to be used as an experiment, and a sense of shame and anger poured into its heart, but when it rolled its eyes and looked around, it found one powerful creature after another.

Murlocs, sea monsters, ominous birds... These are basically above the power of the soul, and as many as sixty-three powerful creatures are imprisoned in the crystal column, and they are all being continuously drawn from the power, and They were motionless and didn't seem to feel anything.

"This is living energy?" Seeing this scene, the disaster dragon Morgan understood the words of the demon warlock. At this moment, it suddenly felt that it was good to be an experiment.

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After Moria sent the Calamity Dragon away, he let his demon servants clean up all the undead in such a city, while he went to do the most important thing - loot the spoils.

After everything was done, Morea continued to advance towards the hinterland of the Senapus subcontinent. As Morea gradually approached the position of the red dragon Cynthia. The fame of the demon sorcerer Diablo began to spread across the continent.

This is a brutal demon warlock who likes to slaughter the city at every turn. It is said that he is moody. When chatting 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 The number of cities, so won the title of "slayer".

"Nonsense." Morea complained to the broken corner beside him about the two demon-born civilians he had just met talking about him, "When did I become moody? Why do I like to turn my face and ignore people? ."

"Do you need me to kill all those ants who arranged your master?" Duan Jiao asked very bluntly.

"This is not necessary, we have to keep a low profile, it's not good to cause too many killings, and it is not good to be too conspicuous." Almost a city was slaughtered every other city, and even Morea, who won the title through killing, was unconscious. said.

"Master, what you said really makes sense."

"Well, of course, low-key is low-key, and sometimes you need to be flexible." Morea looked at the city in front of her with bright eyes, "Go into the city and ask if the lord of this city is rich or not."

... An hour later, Morea took back the flame demon group that ravaged the whole city, rode the blood lion demon, and smashed the ruler of the city with one punch - a broken horn of a soul-level snake man left.

"This is a snake lord who has looted so many treasures, and he must have committed countless crimes." Morea, who has accumulated the wealth of the snake lord in this city for hundreds of years, sighed softly, "This kind of Sinners, I have no choice but to punish them."

"..." Baluo Yanmo Broken Horn was silent, and he found that his master's face was getting thicker and thicker. Of course, he also knows that this is caused by poverty. In order to build a floating city, his master is already destitute, 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 black-haired and golden-eyed boy named Morea?" Morea, who was walking on the road, was suddenly stopped by a group of drow elves falling from the sky. "He is of the Titan race, and when he fights, he will release..."

"You drow elves are really annoying." Morea looked at the drow elf who was asking him in front of her with a look of boredom, and the man behind her who was winking at the broken angle who was secretly looking at the strong man behind him. Subordinates, "During this period of time, you are the seventeenth team that stopped me from asking about the descendants of the Titans."

"Sir, since you know it, please forgive me. This is an oracle personally issued by our god, please cooperate."

"Go away!" Morea's face showed an unpleasant look, "What does your arrest of Morea have to do with Diablo? Why do you let me cooperate? I'm not a believer of the Spider Queen."

"City Slayer Diablo!" After hearing the name that Morea had killed, the drow elves looked at Moreya's team carefully, and their faces unconsciously showed fear, and then they became very conscious. back away, out of the way.

"What a waste," After glancing at the black-skinned elves contemptuously, Morea rode the blood lion demon and drifted away, but his complaining voice entered the ears of these drows, "It's been so long, how come I haven't found the descendant of the Titans, and they are still messing around and conducting investigations, are there any conspiracies among these gods?"