Great Xia Yanguo, Shenjiang City, Jiangwan City.

At night, the bright moonlight sprinkled on the ground, not only did it feel comfortable, but it added a touch of heavy depression.

The number of missing people is increasing, the white fog appears frequently, and the monsters that come out of the fog are even more terrifying.

However, for the women living in the Jinqiu Riverside residential area, today is a day of peace of mind.

In the restaurant, under the soft lighting, several beautiful women sat at the table, elegantly enjoying an exquisite supper.

Farther away, there were also several women sitting on the sofas, reading the paper version of the reasoning with relish.

Everything in the house is relaxed and cozy.

But at some point, this peace was shattered.

Gently, a woman put down the wine glass in her hand and looked out the window with sharp eyes.

There, a white mist was rolling in.

As the fog moved, many buildings and trees were swallowed directly into it, and disappeared in an instant.

The line of sight seems to be cut off......

Looking at the menacing mist, the women in the room also took out the magic weapons that Mo Xiaofeng had given them with divine magic.

However, the white mist did not spread further, and at a distance of five meters from the villa, the fog stopped expanding and was silently suspended there.

What followed was a terrible coercion.

"Roaring ——!"

A domineering roar came out of the white mist in an instant.

Ophelia, who had fallen asleep, was woken up by the fierce voice, and she got up from the bed and cautiously went to the window.

Immediately after, an incomparably vivid monster appeared in her sight.

It was a fantastical dragon with a metallic aura, with a huge head and eyes that seemed to burn with a dark blue ghostfire.

Its wings are wide and thick, with a wingspan of 10 meters, and the slightest flap can bring a violent wind to rage.

At the end of the long tail, there is a ball covered with metal pins that looks like a meteor hammer, and it's hard to imagine what it would be like to be hit by something like that.

"Race": Western Dragons

"Category": Dark Gold Demon Dragon (Epic 1st Class)

"Level": LV6

Experience: 451/700

"Commander": 0 (A pure monster that does not have the ability to command.) ）

"Force": 30

"Soul Power": 30

Skills: Dark Gold Blast (S), Dark Gold Dragon Blade (S), Broken Wings (S), Golden Dragon Sound (S)

"Equipment": None

"Faction": None

The data obtained through the Eye of Observation made Ophelia's eyes a little more solemn.

The monster's martial arts and soul attribute values are very high, far surpassing the women in the villa today.

Although they have the skills given by Mr. Mo, their level is still only LV0, and they don't have the awakening talent, so there are only three points in the force column in the attribute value.

That's one-tenth of this dark gold dragon.

Theoretically, it wouldn't be too easy for them to deal with such a monster.

But that's just theoretical......

In a bedroom on the third floor of the villa, the curtains were gently opened, and a woman wearing an ink-colored silk nightdress walked lightly to the terrace.

In the face of the fierce and mighty magic dragon, the beautiful woman's eyes were still calm.

The clouds were light, and she raised her hand......

The next moment, the three-story tall demon dragon froze, and the violent dragon power came to an abrupt end.

Ophelia was a little sluggish to see that the demon dragon, which was still majestic, had lost its luster at this time, and purple-black blood flowed out of its mouth and nose, and a moment later, with a loud bang, this unstoppable behemoth fell to the ground with a bang.

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The blood-stained earth, under the sunlight, is gloomy and chilling.

There was not a single corpse on the battlefield outside the South City Gate, because the corpses of this group of Beamon Behemoths would also shine for Mo Village.

Mo Xiaofeng really wanted to see what kind of surprise the only skill he had just acquired yesterday, the Creation Demon Furnace, would bring him.

As for the opponent who respects death?

Are you kidding......

The moment they decide to be the enemy of Momura, they should be ready to realize their defeat.

"Hum—"

In the void, the cracks of the collapse emitted a piercing hum.

Faintly visible, in the world behind the crack, there are giant beasts up to 100 meters high waiting for them.

[The Beamon Behemoth is not weaker than the dragon's intelligent creatures, and it can also be seen from the legion's system that their military discipline is strict, such a creature will actually covet the ink village that is only a third-class village, even if it pays a huge price, it still persevers, this is really-interesting and creepy.] 】

"Heh......"

Seeing the prompt in his right eye, Mo Xiaofeng also smiled lightly.

In that laughter, you can vaguely hear a bit of self-deprecation.

The eyes of several women beside him naturally looked over, but Mo Xiaofeng didn't say anything, just glanced at Jiang Yingxue, who also walked up to the city tower, and unanimously affirmed the rising idea in his heart.

With all worlds as the chessboard and all beings as chess pieces, the game can be played.

This chess player overlooking the heavens is not something they can reach now.

"Roaring ——!"

A ferocious roar kicked off the second battle.

Jiang Yingxue stood on Mo Xiaofeng's left side and looked into the distance.

There, there were glittering humanoid beasts screaming wildly.

Silver Beamon.

Fantasy first-class transcendent creatures.

The silver fur on their bodies is comparable to that of fantasy-level magic weapons, and their bloodthirsty gaze is enough to make most dragons tremble.

Zhao Anruo, who was standing on the city wall as a personal guard, noticed that the faces of the evil dragon women who belonged to the Hundred Beast Battle Body Legion were a little ugly.

Whether it was Calista, the red dragon of purgatory, or Berenice, the frost dragon, their eyes were full of gloom at this time.

Because they realize that their blood is mourning.

As a hostile race, the higher-ranking Silver Beamon usually feeds on epic dragons.

And the vast majority of the Western Dragons in Mocun are epic......

"Humph......"

Griffithstone, who had been standing behind his master, let out a contemptuous snort, and his slender body jumped out of the tower like a phantom, appearing at the top of the white clouds in just a few flickers, flush with the huge spatial crack.

"Roaring ——!"

The roar of the dragon resounded in the sky.

The generals at the forefront of the Silver Beamon Legion quickly realized the suppression from the bloodline, and when they looked up, they saw a peerless beast as huge as a mountain.

The huge dragon head was majestic, the huge dragon body was shrouded in hazy purple light, and the endless ferocious aura was even more obscuring the sky.

The wings are thousands of meters wide, as if they cover the sun, moon and stars, and are full of evil colors.

Is that actually a dragon that ignited a divine fire?!

The faces of the Silver Beamon Legion were a little ugly, but the evil dragon women in Mo Village looked much calmer.

Griffith's unleashed dragon power made the pressure brought by the Silver Beamon Legion disappear in an instant.

At this time, Griffith, who was located above the ink village, noticed that behind the spatial rift, there seemed to be a group of more violent giant shadows......

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