Chapter 481: Diablo the Slayer

"You guys are really ashamed of the Dragons." Muria looked at the disaster industry dragon Morgan with a look of contempt.
"What on earth do you have?" Feeling Muria's tone was not right, the disaster industry dragon immediately responded, "I lose the dragon's face, what does it have to do with you?"
"You don't need to know this." Muria looked at the flesh and blood of her body and was slowly regenerating the disaster industry dragon. She no longer had the desire to talk nonsense to it. "You just need to know your future identity."
"What?" Seeing that Muria didn't mean to kill it, the disaster industry dragon relaxed a little.
"Living power source." Muria said the future arrangement of the disaster-stricken dragon.
Then, he directly performed the seal, banned its mana and spiritual power, and after all the things on it were cleaned, he personally wrote a one-time teleportation array on the ground and sent it to the cloud island hovering above the ocean. .
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"Well, Your Highness is really fast. How long has it taken me to send a soul-level disaster industry dragon."
"This is a rare dragon species."
"Well, it's rare. The half-dead spirited disaster industry dragons also match their attributes."
"Don't talk nonsense, is there any way to solve the dragon's half-dead spiritualization problem, and its current power is simply not suitable as a living energy source on Yundao."
"It can be solved, it's just a bit of a hassle, and there is a little more material needed."
"The material is not a problem, just ask Miss Mia to report it, as long as you can restore the dragon to its normal body."
The rotten wings that were forcibly teleported fainted and listened to the words of the humble human beings around them, and when it wanted to use its power, it found that the sea of ​​spiritual awareness was like a pool of standing water. I can't use the slightest.
The power is sealed, and it, the rotten wings, becomes a waste dragon. The fearlessness rushed into my heart, and the disaster industry dragon looked around with some fear.
It finds itself on a huge metal platform, and its chains are condensed by individual elements to restrain its body. One after another looks young and very suitable for making corpses. Climbing up and down, taking scales from time to time, drawing blood.
It seemed to be an experiment, and a sense of shame poured into its heart, but when it turned its eyes and looked around, it found powerful creatures one after another.
Murlocs, sea monsters, fierce birds ... These strengths are basically above the soul, and powerful creatures with up to 63 heads are imprisoned in crystal columns, and they are constantly drawing strength, They were motionless and didn't seem to feel anything.
"This is the living energy?" After seeing this scene, the disaster industry dragon Morgan understood the evil magician's words. At this moment, it suddenly felt that it was a good experimental product.
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After Muria sent away the disaster industry dragon, he asked his demonic servant to clean up all the undead in this city, and he did the most important thing-to search for loot.
After everything was done, Muria went on to the hinterland of the Xenaps subcontinent. As Muria approaches the position of Red Dragon Cynthia. The reputation of the evil magician Diapolo began to spread on this continent.
This is a cruel magician who likes to slaughter the city every day. It is said that he is moody and often chats with those powerful lords, he will suddenly turn his face and kill the killer. So far, the evil magician has slaughtered no less than two Several cities, therefore won the title of "City Slayer".
"Nonsense." Muria complained to the off-corner beside him about the two demonic civilians he had just met. "When did I become moody? Why do I like to turn my face and not recognize people? All nonsense. . "
"Need me to kill all the ants who are the masters of your arrangement?" The broken angle asked very upright.
"This is not necessary. We need to keep a low profile and cause too many killings. Too much attention is not good." Almost every city was slaughtered, and even Muria, who won the title through the killing, was unconscious. Said.
"Master, you make sense."
"Well, of course, low-key and low-key, sometimes you need to adapt." Muria looked at the city in front of her eyes brightly. "Go into the city and ask, the lord of this city is not rich."
... An hour later, Muria withdrew the slayers that ravaged the city, riding a blood lion and smashing the city's ruler, a broken Serpent-man with a punch, and left.
"This snake man lord has plundered so many treasures, and must have committed the crime of being overwhelmed," Muria sighed softly, accumulating the wealth of the city's snake man lord for hundreds of years. Sinners, I ca n’t stop punishing. "
"..." Barlow's broken corner was silent, and he found his master's skin thicker and thicker. Of course, he also knows that this is caused by poverty. In order to build a floating city, his master has become impoverished, and poverty can lower the lower limit of most intelligent creatures and do all kinds of incredible things.
"Dear sir, have you seen a dark-haired, golden-eyed boy named Muria?" Muria was walking on the road and was suddenly stopped by a team of drow elves falling from the sky ~ EbookFREE.me ~ He is of Titan ethnicity and will be released in battle ... "
"Your drow are really annoying." Muria looked at the drow inquiring in front of him with annoyance, and behind her was winking at the broken corner secretly looking at the strong man behind him. Subordinates, "At this time, you are the seventeenth team that stopped me from asking what Titan's descendants."
"Master, since you know, please forgive me, this is a shrine delivered by our shrine himself, and please cooperate."
"Go away!" Muria showed an unpleasant expression on her face. "What is the relationship between your arrest and Muria and my Diablo? Why do you cooperate with me, I am not a follower of the spider."
"Diapolo the Slayer!" After hearing the name Muria had killed, this team of drow elves carefully looked at Muria's team, and their faces were unconsciously exposed with fear, and then very consciously The retreat gave way.
"What a waste," after a scornful glance at these black-skinned elves, Muria drifted away from the blood lion, but his complaining voice passed into the ears of these drow, "It's been so long, actually Haven't found the Titan's descent, and are tossing around and investigating. Are there any conspiracy among these deities? "