Carlos stood on the dragon's back, carefully avoiding those sharp barbs, he looked at the huge island above his head and sighed: "Is that the floating island? ”

The dark red and crystal clear body of the demon dragon seemed to be carved from red spinel, and it spoke, " Indeed, it is said that there are more than 1,000 regular legions stationed on the floating island, plus a large number of reserve legions and garrison legions, even if a large number of legions are temporarily drawn out to go to various places to suppress it, but the floating island that condescendingly occupies the natural danger will not have any place to worry, you must know that even the space teleportation will be blocked by the floating island, and ordinary demons can not use the space teleportation to go to the floating island, not to mention that the current situation has greatly increased the difficulty of space teleportation, and the difficulty of conquering the floating island is even higher, ordinary demons can't fly so high in the sky, even the vast majority of our soldiers of the Purgatory Fire Dragon Legion can't fly up。 ”

Carlos estimated that he should be able to barely fly to what altitude and complete the landing on the island, but the guards on the island will not let strange guys fly to the island so easily, with the firepower and density of the army on the floating island, Carlos really feels that he can't rush up alone: "Indeed, if you don't have the strength of the demon god, you can only sigh in the face of such a high level, in the high sky of hell, the higher the altitude, the more exaggerated the pressure on the body." ”

The crimson dragon asked, "Well, would you like to stay here for a while?" in that case I could fly a little slower, or just spread my wings and levitate in mid-air, so it shouldn't be difficult for me to stay in the air for a long time, but I don't know what my limit is. ”

Although Carlos thinks this guy is very suspicious, very suspicious, very, very suspicious, but for now, this is a good comrade who is hardworking and straightforward, and there should not be many diligent magic dragons like this in hell, and then compare the steel magic dragon that can only sleep in his own home, Carlos gritted his teeth with hatred, this is really hating iron and not steel, etc., Steele's words, the scales on his back do have some metal characteristics, so whether the scales it sheds are considered steel, this is a question, a question worth thinking about Carlos。

Those collected scales will find a place to melt and forge into metal ingots or metal bars in the future to see if they can be processed again, after all, it is quite a waste to just keep them here for collection, even if they are simply made into scale armor, the kind of scattered scales only need to go through a little insignificant processing to make a piece of armor with good defense, or the scales are not processed and directly inlaid on the finished leather armor is not bad.

It is also possible to make a short weapon such as a dagger, he really can't use it, but it should be usable to throw it to those generals of all sizes, after all, every place on the body of the Eastern and Western dragons is a treasure, and these materials are too wasteful to eat ash in the corner of the space ring, isn't it?

If you think about it, the hair and teeth on Borog's body and the claws that are cut off regularly are also good things, and the feathers on the stupid bird Daig can also be used to make the tail feathers of arrows.

However, he couldn't let others stay in mid-air and wait for his own reply, Carlos quickly came back to his senses and said: "No, let's keep going, we need to reach our destination at a little bit, this is a hundred thousand urgent things." ”

Carlos thinks that he should have time to visit this beautiful floating island again in the future, but he doesn't know if he can go to the island next time to see the scenery on the island, and it is quite enjoyable to have a look at the mountains.

"You're holding on, it's almost the second half of the road now, in that case I'll no longer retain my strength, but start flying at full speed, in which case you're likely to fall carelessly if you're not careful. The dark red demon dragon kindly reminded him, after all, he had basically flown again at a very slow speed before, and now if he suddenly accelerated without saying a word, it would be completely bad.

Carlos nodded, the edge of the floating island was already above the middle, so the journey was also considered to be in the second half, and then he was getting closer and closer to his destination, he smiled and said: "Don't worry, I'm still very confident in my body's balance, the sooner the better, how about I invite you to drink next time I get there?"

"Well, I haven't drunk, or rather, the kind of wine that would make us dragons drunk, and the average wine has no consequences after I drink it except that it feels extremely bitter. The dragon didn't have any scheming to talk to Carlos, of course, whether this was a disguise or a fact was something that Carlos didn't know.

He definitely did not relax at this time, the letter he sent was not simple, so hostile organizations such as the Truth Society naturally did not mind fighting for or snatching this letter and killing Carlos himself by the way, after all, the forces that can be mobilized by Hell at this time are extremely empty, and the strong are basically either stationed on one side or sent out, in this case, the Truth Society who wants to do things will definitely not mind coming to find their old friend Carlos, after all, after Carlos and the Grand Duke of Purgatory get closer, I am afraid that in the eyes of the Truth Society, even if it is an enemy that needs to be focused on, it is really his honor。

Of course, it is more likely that some thieves who do not blink an eye to pick out, after all, it is indeed a bit unreasonable to be so calm along the way, this is not the Hongguo of law and law enforcement agencies, but the hell where the weak eat the strong and the strong survive, it is really normal to encounter robbers who block the road in hell, and those demons can live a very chic life after killing passers-by.

After all, this kind of thing happens in hell every day, and if the identity of the unlucky guy who is killed is average, then there may not be even wanted, let alone cross the wilderness from one city to another city to hunt down, but those demons who are killed are not necessarily good things, most of them have the same idea, it's just a failure to eat black, and naturally they don't deserve sympathy.

Carlos shook his head, he didn't think too much about it, except for the occasional sight of some flying monsters or caravans riding flying monsters at this height, there were basically no figures, and there was no cover in all directions, let alone an ambush and sneak attack when he could see it clearly.