"Ahh

"Chaos means that anything is possible! It means infinity! No one can really understand Chaos! It doesn't matter if it's you or me. Zhang Cheng replied expressionlessly.

He could clearly feel that the anger in the Black Dragon Prince's heart was rapidly rising, and he could suddenly attack at any moment.

But before that, he wanted to see what had hatched into the Chaos Egg.

"Hmph! Blaming gods or demons for everything they can't understand and control, typical of the way of thinking of mortals. But for the sake of your offer of an interesting field of study, I've decided to let you see Marlos for yourself before you die. Nefarian sneered and raised his arm, waving at the only entrance to the lower level behind him.

Squeak Quack......

With the sound of gear grinding, a huge iron fence slowly rose, and out of it came a behemoth that was ten meters high.

It had a hideous, ugly head like the Abyss Lord, a body bloated like a giant ellipsoid, but without limbs, replaced by countless tentacles, each with chilling, sharp barbs at the end.

You don't need to ask to know that once you are caught, your skin will open in an instant, and maybe the scar on the face of the Black Dragon Prince is caused by this thing.

In addition, the surface of the huge body is densely covered with red, blue, green, yellow, and black scales, which look like markings from a distance because they are not fixed at all.

"Oh-oh my God! It's ugly! I don't want to admit that I made it myself. Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows and muttered to himself.

Obviously, with the conflict between the demon's blood and the guardian dragon's body, two completely different experimental materials, and the stimulation of the crater crystal from the Titan Biotechnology, order and chaos finally merged to form Chaos, and the monster named Maros by the Black Dragon Prince was born from Chaos.

It has no reason, no thinking, and its mind is full of crazy destruction and destruction**, which is the most ideal tool of war.

Of course, the premise is that it has to find a way to distinguish between friend and foe.

"Ugly? No! Pathetic mortal! You don't know how to appreciate it! In my opinion, Maros is the most beautiful creature in the world, and it is not only a perfect combination of the power of the guardian dragon, but also the evil energy of the Burning Legion demons flowing through the veins. If it weren't too easy to control, I'd definitely use it as a model to create an army that is big enough to conquer the world. Nefarian opened his arms and confided in his ambitions.

As someone who had lost an eye in his first battle, he knew best how terrifying the power of this behemoth was.

In front of Marlos, the so-called numerical superiority is as ridiculous as a swarm of ants rushing towards the Colossus, and no amount of them can do the slightest damage to it.

Zhang Cheng shrugged his shoulders indifferently and laughed: "Conquer the world? If you know Azeroth well enough, you should know that it may not be too difficult to destroy her in the strict sense of the word, but it is absolutely impossible to conquer, and this planet has long had its own consciousness. Plus, I've seen the monsters hatched by Chaos, and it's time to borrow your blood and life to forge a weapon that truly belongs to me. ”

"Hubris, Maros, kill him for me!" Nefarian sneered and raised the hammer in his hand, which radiated powerful magical energy, Lokamil Ilomanhis, and shot an astonishing wave of shadow energy.

"Roar!!!!!!!!

The massive monster immediately let out a low roar with its mouth wide open, and began to chase the shadow energy as if it were hair.

"Wow! Looks like you've figured out some way to control it. But alas, this little trick didn't work for me. Zhang Cheng directly propped up a shadow energy protection barrier, and quickly invaded the monster's tyrannical and chaotic brain through powerful psychic abilities.

He's been in a similar situation before, so he knows exactly what to do now.

In fact, it is not necessary to completely control the mind of the monster, only to increase the hatred level of the Black Dragon Prince.

In less than two or three seconds, Marlos, who was originally rushing at him, immediately stopped, turned around slowly, and stared at Nefarian with two eyes full of hatred and anger.

Before the latter could react to what was happening, it jumped up and pounced, grabbed at it with hundreds of hooked tentacles, opened its large mouth dripping with acidic saliva, and bit down on it.

"Ah!!! damn it!

The black dragon prince immediately reverted to his dragon form and swung his wings and slapped the monster's head violently, trying to push it away.

"Roaring !!!!!"

But Malos was already furious at this moment, and he was not afraid of the pain, and the sharp barb easily pierced into the sturdy dragon scales, deep into the flesh.

At the same time, he opened his mouth and spewed out a deadly golden flame.

Although the black dragon had a high magic resistance and was even immune to most flame burns, this flame frightened Nefarian and hurriedly turned his head sideways to dodge.

I saw that all the scales and muscles that had been scorched by the flames showed rapid aging and death.

There is no doubt that this is not a flame in the ordinary sense, but a flame that contains the power of the bronze dragon's time, and by accelerating the local flow of time, it will make enemies taste the pain of rapid aging and death.

When Zhang Cheng saw this scene, a playful smile immediately appeared, and he sighed softly: "The flames contain the loss of time! How incredible! Dear Royal Highness the Prince, it seems that you have lifted a stone and shot yourself in the foot. I reminded you just that chaos means infinity, that anything is possible, and that no one can truly control it, not even the Titan of the Supreme Tyrant. ”

"Shut up! I'll kill you! Drain your soul and torture it for 10,000 years!"

Annoyed, Nefarian spewed out deadly shadow flames as he struggled to move to the railing of the balcony at the top of the Blackstone Tower, intending to call for the help of the young black dragon entrenched in the sky outside the tower.

"Hahahaha! I'm sorry, I'm afraid you don't have that chance. Zhang Cheng laughed and took out a stick about the thickness of two fingers, which shimmered with dazzling magical brilliance.

Its power was so powerful that as soon as it was taken out, it began to frantically absorb the surrounding magical energy, thus forming a huge vortex of magical power.

Needless to say, this is no ordinary stick, it is the core of Mythera, a special device that can continuously draw energy from the most primitive magic, made with the technology of the ancient Nethar civilization in the continent of Faeron......