The First Thousand Four Hundred and Sixty Chapters

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Looking down at the old patriarch who fell to the ground, covered in blood.

While cleaning the blood on the claws, Stockar asked coldly, "What do you do, what's the point?"

"Some things, even if you know you're going to die, you have to do them."

"You, a nightmare with no emotion at all, will never understand such a thing."

The old patriarch was lying on the ground and said dying.

But on the face of the old patriarch, there was no fear of death, only the regret of not being able to get rid of Stokal, and the worry about others.

"I really can't understand it, but I don't need to understand it either."

"As long as I have enough power, I will never need to face this kind of thing, I can win forever!"

Stokal sneered and scoffed at the old patriarch's words.

"Just like back then, our Nightmare Demons lost to you in the battle, so they were suppressed under the abyss, and they could not stand up from generation to generation."

"But it's different now. I climbed out of the abyss. The loser, it's your turn!"

Stokal's tone was unusually solemn.

Thinking of the days when they were suppressed under the abyss, the boundless darkness, and the power that was so terrifying that people couldn't resist at all.

There is also the endless extraction of the vitality and energy of the oppressed, until the oppressed is completely wiped out.

All made Stokkar full of resentment.

"You deserved what you deserved in that battle!"

The old patriarch widened his eyes and stared at Stokal.

"The strong eat the weak, do you deserve what you're guilty of?"

"You are weak, you are only worthy of being the prey of the Nightmare Demon Clan!"

Stokal shouted fiercely.

Immediately, before the voice fell, Stokal's finger flicked.

The blood that was cleaned up on the claws suddenly turned into a sharp arrow and flew towards the old patriarch, leaving a little redness on the old patriarch's eyebrows.

"Don't worry, you're only the first."

"Soon, there will be others to accompany you and become my strength together."

Stokal spoke slowly, and a blood-colored mist also floated on the bone armor on his body, covering the body of the old patriarch.

Although the Nightmare Demons rely on devouring flesh and blood to increase their strength.

But the way of swallowing is not like those monsters who drink blood.

In the process of devouring, Stokal also deliberately looked at the warhammer that fell to the side.

It was now a pile of torn pieces of metal.

...

The city of life, in the Qile store.

"Is it noon so soon? The time for brushing the dungeon passed quite quickly."

After Qi Le came out of the dungeon in the Mechanical Bull Forest, he glanced at the time, and immediately sighed that time flies, like a white horse passing by.

This is the third day that Qi Le has been addicted to the mechanical cow forest.

On the design drawings of the laser light emitter, the number of materials required is not too small.

However, after the hard work of Qi Le in the past few days, he has also collected the materials for two laser light emitters.

Just waiting for it to be synthesized in the afternoon to see the power.

But now, it's noon, so let's have lunch first.

"Manager Qi, good noon, are you brushing the dungeon again today?"

Lan Qi and Shanna seemed to be optimistic about the time, and entered the store in a hurry at noon.

"There's nothing to do anyway, just to pass the time."

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