An hour later, a flash of red smoke appeared. Wrapped in a thick fur coat, the Red Devil appears in the cold and snow of the Alps.

The cold wind whistling through was a disgusting smell of blood.

Pure white snow, red bloodstains, black corpses. These three will make for a creepy picture.

The Red Devil, whose legs were deep in the snow, seemed to be accustomed to everything in front of him. Feeling the disgusting smell of blood in the cold wind, the Red Devil smiled helplessly, "Your Excellency Corleone is really on time, an hour, it seems that he will be a porter again"

When the Red Devil stepped into the valley with one foot deep and one foot shallow in the snow. I saw that every fifty meters apart, there was a carcass of a giant dragon with a length of thirteen or fourteen meters, the size of a truck. As far as the eye could see, hundreds of dragon corpses of different colors stretched out into the valley.

Vaguely, the Red Devil saw 'Mike. Corleone's unfathomable boss. See 'Mike. Corleone's not surprising. Oddly enough, 'Mike. Corleone's dragging a big black guy along.

With both hands dragging a black giant sword about five meters long and the size of a door panel, Lu Renjia could no longer perform the ghostly and agile "Ling Bo Weibu", and glanced at the stunned red devil, Lu Renjia shouted angrily, "What are you still doing in a daze?" Move!! ”

Finally saw it clearly'Mike. Corleone's dragging something. The Red Devil swallowed, walked over to the dragon corpses, and cast his teleportation ability. Red smoke flashed back and forth. Transporting the corpses of the dragons back to the cold storage beneath the Hellfire Nightclub.

Ignoring the hard-working porter of the Red Devil, Lu Renjia, who was panting, sat directly on the snow.

After glancing at the five hundred and ninety-eight metal cages. The 'Soul Eater Sword' that became like this. Lu Renjia scolded angrily: "Urging the ghost!! You! He! Mother! It's time to lose weight, right? Five thousand eight hundred and ninety tons!! Do you think that with Lao Tzu's current strength, he can swing the 'Soul Devouring Sword' to fight? ”

Promoted to the ultimate form. Just now he looked calm. When he heard Lu Renjia's scolding, his original form was revealed in a blink of an eye.

"Hee-hee, right? Hahahaha just said that the sorcerer broke the sky with his strength! Harness the rules. O master! Men must not say that I can't," Xiao Yu complained.

"Get out!! When did Lao Tzu say that I can't do it? Wait for Lao Tzu's bloodline to return to his ancestors and be promoted to the 'realm of witch generals'! Strength, speed, and other basic body values can be increased by more than 10,000 hours! Not to mention 5,980 tons! In the weight of two or three times, Lao Tzu is not afraid!! Lu Renjia shouted to save face.

These 598 metal cages were all brought in by the Romanian Ministry of Magic, the Swiss Ministry of Magic, the Welsh Ministry of Magic, and the Hungarian Ministry of Magic to transport the dragons in their respective reserves. And purpose-built. In order to be able to trap these three or five tons, irascible dragons. How can these sturdy cages not weigh more than ten or twenty tons?

And these five hundred and ninety-eight metal cages, after being devoured by Xiao You's manipulation of the 'Soul Eater Sword', the result was that the original four-foot sword body of the 'Soul Eater Sword' became this five-meter-long and door-sized appearance. Its weight has skyrocketed to 5,980 tons!

"Hell! Could it be that you bastard didn't hold it just now! Eat a lot of hair, right? That's a goddamn greatsword! It's a huge bargain at all!!! Lu Renjia scolded.

Xiao You, who was exposed, smiled shamelessly, "What, people asked you just now." I can't stand it! You said it's no problem, people just let go of their hands and feet to devour it, and now it's time to blame others, okay, okay, people will return the 'Soul Devouring Sword' to its original size."

Lu Renjia, who was so angry that he was about to ascend to heaven, galloped past thousands of grass and mud horses in his heart: "F! U! C!K! can change back to why didn't you say it earlier? The bad old man dragged you so far!! Your dad and I are getting tired! You're fucking like you're laughing at me, aren't you? ”

"Well, you also know, what is the level of the body value of these old birds in Xuankui? 'Qualified' with more than five stars has at least a C-level evaluation in the 'Evil God System', right? Think about it, when you are promoted to 10 stars, it is a piece of cake to smash the mountains with one punch! Smash an asteroid without a problem! Those 'qualified people' who serve as meat shields in the front row in the guild, I'm afraid that there is no one with less than 10,000 tons of weapons in their hands, and they are also good for you, I want you to adapt to it first," Xiao Yu said coquettishly.

Lu Renjia, who was speechless, could only stare resentfully at the flattering Xiao You.

Seeing Lu Renjia's deflated appearance, the little thief smiled. Manipulate the 'Soul Eater Sword' to transform into its original form.

Looking at the five-meter-long, door-sized, 'Soul Devouring Sword' in his hand twisted and overlapped at a speed visible to the naked eye, returning to its original appearance, and even its weight was restored. Lu Renjia had a satisfied smile on his face, "Light and heavy, whatever you want." The length is good, it's good! It's not in vain that Lao Tzu worked so hard to elevate you to the ultimate form."

Tsundere Xiaoyou raised her chin and put on a queenly posture, "Then you don't need to say!" The old lady is the master of the soul, you don't see it. The real people in your guild are salivating for others! You are born in the midst of blessings and do not know blessings! If I had been a dragon fighter or a doomsday maniac, I'm afraid they would have elevated me to the ultimate form a long time ago! Which one is like you? It took so long to elevate people to their ultimate form."

Hearing Xiao You's complaint, Lu Renjia pursed his lips, "Ultimate form? That's 100 million soul worth, how dare you think about it! ”

That's when it happened. The panting Red Devil looked at the corpses of more than 300 dragons remaining in the valley and wiped the sweat oozing from his forehead. He could only continue to walk towards the next dragon corpse.

At the same time, the Romanian Ministry of Magic, the Swiss Ministry of Magic, the Welsh Ministry of Magic, and the Hungarian Ministry of Magic have all exploded.

An hour earlier, the Ministries of Magic of the four countries had received a distress signal. And through the crystal ball hidden in the valley, I saw the whole process of this bloody massacre.

The ministers of the four kingdoms of magic, and the members of the noble council in their respective ministries of magic, had already collectively lost their voices at this time.

A blue curtain built by 4,000 elite Auror allies. Even if it is directly attacked by the most advanced intercontinental missile in the Muggle world, it can withstand it. But such a strong defensive ability was overshadowed by Mike. Corleone's two swords shattered with one punch.

With the moment the blue light curtain shattered, all the magicians in the conference room were like peacocks stripped of their feathers. After losing all pride, when you are really exposed to the sun, you are just a mortal fetus.

Then the 4,000 Aurors, who looked at death as if they were at home, sent a message to Mike. Corleone's demon has launched a fierce attack that is not afraid of death. The overwhelming unforgivable curse covered the world like a meteor shower. But 'Mike. Corleone's monstrous speed. But it can easily dodge all attacks.

Really meet 'Mike. When Corleone slaughtered the four thousand Auror coalition troops like a tiger into a flock, not to mention the members of the Ministries of Magic of the four countries, even the four ministers of Magic, were stunned by the images in the crystal ball.

It turns out that the noble magician is so vulnerable. It turns out that the subtle spell like art can't attack the corners of each other's clothes. It turns out that killing people is so simple.

But among these stunned parliamentarians. Those betrayed the news to Lucius. The noble magicians of Malfoy, Goyle and others chose to remain silent at this time.

After all, if this is investigated, these members of the noble parliament who leaked the top secrets of the Ministry of Magic of the Four Kingdoms will also suffer. What's more, according to the current situation, the death of those more than 500 dragons is a foregone conclusion. Send reinforcements? It's just that he continues to die.

The Romanian Ministry of Magic, the Swiss Ministry of Magic, the Welsh Ministry of Magic, and the Hungarian Ministry of Magic can squeeze into the middle seat in the World Ministry of Magic meeting. It's just relying on their respective dragon sanctuaries. Each sent a thousand Aurors to form a four-thousand-auror alliance, which can be said to occupy one-third of the forces of the Ministry of Magic of these four countries.

After such a painful loss, I am afraid that in the next World Ministry of Magic conference, the Romanian Ministry of Magic, the Swiss Ministry of Magic, the Welsh Ministry of Magic, and the Hungarian Ministry of Magic will have to sit at the bottom of the seats like the equally unlucky Australian Ministry of Magic and Peruvian Ministry of Magic.

Send Auror reinforcements again? Maybe it annoys the vicious 'Mike. Corleone's let it kill him directly. I'm afraid it's a catastrophe.

And judging from the current situation, it is impossible to say Lucius. Malfoy, a member of the British Ministry of Magic's aristocratic council, has taken refuge in Mike. Corleone's command.

The noble magicians of the four countries who accidentally betrayed the news of the dragon's location were all remorseful at this time. Will Lucius. Malfoy, all the women of the British aristocratic wizard family, greeted them all. These noble magicians who accidentally betrayed the news of the dragon's location unexpectedly thought of it. Isn't it time to find a reason to visit Lucius? Malfoy, these English aristocratic magicians.

The four ministers of magic with gloomy faces looked at each other, and they all saw the sadness in each other's eyes. No one wants to be the first to speak. From a magician's point of view, you really should talk to Mike. Corleone's heinous demon fought to the end, but as the Minister of Magic, these high-ranking rulers knew that even sending all the Aurors there would not change anything.

The proud dragon has been 'Mike. Corleone's slaughter was gone, and sending reinforcements again was only a matter of increasing casualties.

The 4,000 Aurors who died in battle alone were a hefty pension. If the Aurors under the command of their respective ministries of magic are sent out, I am afraid that in the magical world of these four countries, the dominance of magicians will collapse. Without the Aurors, would the magical races of werewolves, bloods, and banshees still submit to the Ministry of Magic?

I didn't go home at noon, and I stayed up with code words. A chapter is presented, and the slogan 'Yin-you 2B!' 'Look at daoban still come to the genuine direct personal attack? Do you still have Bilian? Hong Kong people are amazing, aren't they? Does spitting in traditional Chinese characters make you seem very cultured? (To be continued.) )

PS: Yin-really! You're a 2B