"You're a disgrace to the dragons. Muria looked at Morgan, the Calamity Dragon, with a look of disdain.

"What kind of existence are you?" Sensing that Muria's tone was wrong, the Calamity Dragon immediately reacted, "What does it have to do with you if I lose the face of the dragon clan?"

"You don't need to know this. Muria looked at the calamity dragon whose flesh was wriggling and slowly reborn her body, and she no longer had the desire to talk nonsense with it, "You just need to know who you are in the future." ”

"What?" Seeing that Muria had no intention of killing it, the Calamity Dragon relaxed a little.

"Living power. Muria said what to do with the future of the fallen Calamity Dragon.

Then, he directly cast the sealing technique, banned its mana and spiritual power, and after scavenging all the things on its body, he personally carved a one-time teleportation array on the ground and sent it to the cloud island hovering above the ocean.

......

"Tsk, Your Highness's speed is really fast, how long has it been since a soul-level calamity dragon was sent. ”

"This is a rare dragon species. ”

"Well, it's really rare, the half-undead Calamity Dragon, and it matches their attributes very well. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, is there a way to solve the problem of this dragon's semi-undeadness, its current power is not suitable for use as a living energy source on Cloud Island at all. ”

"It can be solved, but it is a bit troublesome, and there are a lot of materials needed. ”

"The materials are not a problem, just report to Miss Mia, as long as you can restore this dragon to its normal body. ”

The Corrupt Wing, which had been forcibly teleported, listened to the words of the lowly humans around it, and a wave of anger surged into its heart, and just as it wanted to use its own strength, it found that its spiritual consciousness was like a pool of stagnant water, and it could not use it in the slightest.

The power was sealed, and it, the Wings of Decay, became a ruined dragon. The fear of losing his strength welled up in his heart, and the Calamity Dragon looked around with some fear.

It found itself on a massive metal platform, its body bound by chains of condensed elements, and one young human after another, seemingly young and suitable for making corpse witches, climbed up and down on it, and occasionally plucked scales from it to draw blood.

It seemed to be treated as a test subject, and a wave of shame welled up in its heart, but when it rolled its eyes and looked around, it found one powerful creature after another.

Fishmen, sea monsters, ferocious birds...... These powerful creatures are basically above the soul will, and the number of as many as sixty-three powerful creatures are all imprisoned in the crystal pillar, and they are all constantly draining their power, and they are motionless, and they don't seem to feel anything.

"Is this living energy?" Seeing this scene, Morgan, the Calamity Dragon, understood the demonic warlock's words, and at this moment, it suddenly felt that it was good to be an experiment.

......

After Muria sent the Calamity Dragon away, he sent his demonic minions to clean the city of all the undead, while he went about the most important thing - looting the loot.

With everything done, Muria continued his journey towards the heart of the Senapse subcontinent. As Muria gradually approached the position of Cynthia, the red dragon. The prestige of the demonic sorcerer Diablo began to spread across the continent.

It is said that he was temperamental, and when he had a good chat with powerful lords, he would suddenly turn his face and kill his killers, and so far, this demon warlock has slaughtered more than double digit cities, earning him the title of "City Slayer".

"Nonsense. Muria complained to the Broken Horn beside him about the two demonic civilians he had just met, "When did I get moody? Why do I like to turn my face and not recognize people? ”

"Do you need me to kill all the choreographers, masters, all your ants?" Broken Horn asked very bluntly.

"There's no need for this, we have to keep a low profile, there are too many killings, it's not good to be too eye-catching. Muriya, who slaughtered a city almost every other city, and even gained the title by killing, said unconsciously.

"Master, you have a point. ”

"Well, of course, low-key is low-key, and sometimes you need to be flexible. Muria's eyes lit up as she looked at the city in front of her, "Go into the city and ask if the lord of this city is rich or not." ”

...... An hour later, Muria reclaimed the firedemons that had ravaged the city, rode the Blood Lion Demon, and left with a broken horn that smashed the city's ruler, a soul-level snake man, to death with a single punch.

"This snake lord has looted so many treasures, he must have committed an unspeakable crime," Muria, who had accumulated all the wealth of the snake lord of this city for hundreds of years, sighed softly, "This kind of criminal can't help but punish me." ”

"......" Barlo Flame Demon Broken Horn was silent, and he found that his master's skin was getting thicker and thicker. Of course, he also knew that this was caused by poverty, in order to build the floating city, his master was already destitute, and poverty could lower the lower limit of most intelligent creatures and do all kinds of incredible things.

"Honorable Lord, have you ever seen a black-haired and golden-eyed boy named Muria?" Muria, 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 he will release ...... when he fights"

"You drow elves are really annoying. Muria looked at the drow elf in front of him asking him with a look of annoyance, and the subordinates behind her who were flattering at the broken horn that looked like a strong man behind him, "During this time, you are the seventeenth team to stop me from asking what the Titan Descendant is." ”

"My lord, since you know, please forgive me, this is an oracle issued by our god himself, please cooperate. ”

"Get out of the way!" Muria had a look of displeasure on her face, "What does it have to do with you arresting Muria and my Diablo? ”

"Diablo, City Butcher!" Hearing Muria's name, the group of drow elves carefully looked at Muria's team, and then they unconsciously retreated and moved out of the way.

"It's really a waste," after glancing contemptuously at these black-skinned elves, Muria rode away on the blood lion demon, but his complaining voice came into the ears of these drows, "It's been so long, and I haven't found that Titan descendant, and I'm still tossing around and doing investigations, is there any conspiracy among these gods?"