However, Waltor's fate did not end for him.

After several days of hiding inside the mountain stream, he could only turn underground because of the roars of birds and beasts outside, trying to dive into the underground water and catch some fish to eat.

It's a pity that he couldn't find any good bait, so he could only choose to try to go into the water.

However, the uneven and narrow gap was really difficult for him to pass through.

However, having reached such a situation, it is naturally impossible for Voltor to give up, and he can't delusionally think that those multipterodactyls will come again and bring him unexpected vitality, right?

In that case, he might really have to think about returning to the Tower Kingdom and making those multipterosaurs his lucky creatures.

But is it possible?

Voltor shook off his delusions.

.......

Near the mountain dragon's nest.

A pair of huge wings, swept across the sky, leaving a whole shadow on the ground.

The nest dragons of the dragon's nest near the mountain set their eyes on the group of flying dragons that had only descended from the sky.

With huge and thick wing claws, the winged wyverns with strong muscular outlines faintly revealed under the scales of their bodies, and their leader "Qi".

The Flying Dragon, who was constantly getting acquainted with and practicing the great gift he had received from His Majesty on the Day of Awakening, looked at it with some surprise.

But, soon, it also remembered the reason.

"Is it because of the birds and beasts we encountered near the high mountains in the southwest? Do you want to offer those birds and beasts as sacrifices to your crown on the day of awakening? ”

"Commander Qi—"

And before it could speak, the Pterodactyl Commander, who was repeatedly looking at its figure, spat out with some confusion:

"Birds? This is...... The gift of the crown? ”

Clearly, the leader of the Pterodactyl was not yet familiar with the new form of his familiar companion.

A pitch-black scale feather that was obviously thicker and harder than the other feathered wyverns, a thick and thick conical beak, although inferior to it, but also stronger than the other feathered wyverns, and the streamlined body, the ailerons and body overlapped, almost unnoticeable, compared to the long tail of black feathers that concealed the tail claws, were obviously more obvious.

If you retract the main wings, you may be able to blend in with the dinosaurs.

"Yes." The bird briefly explained its change, but it soon realized that something was wrong.

"Come, let's have a fight!"

With a snort, the storm circled around the leader of the winged wyvern, the huge wing claws and the ailerons behind it flapped, and the wind howled between the dragon's lair and the dragon's nest.

But, soon, in the ears of the two nest dragons, a voice rang out—

"Put the birds and beasts between the mountains to the southwest."

With the echo of the deep chorus, blood-colored light and shadow appeared in their minds.

The picture of the Minions Mountains appeared in their minds.

The two nest dragons immediately understood the will of their great crown.

The two nest dragons glanced at each other, and they vibrated in unison:

"Your will."

Between the fluctuations of vitality, the wind element roars and surges.

In the next moment, one by one, the flying dragons gathered and flew out of the nest of the near-mountain dragons, led by these two nest dragons, and flew towards the Minions Mountain Range.

Behind them were dragons with huge wings and inverted triangular bodies, and small scalypters that flew up.

Jarr, the leader of the swamp dragons, poked his head out of the water at the edge of the dragon's lair and watched as the flock of wings flew by.

100, 200, 300......

Jarr, who had inadvertently counted the number of wyverns, knew very well that there was no better dragon than a wyvern to fight in that mountain range.

A brief moment of thought flickered as it turned its gaze to the meaty fish field on the edge of the dragon's lair.

Winter is over.

.......

The Minions Mountains, on top of fang-shaped, near-vertical craggy ridges.

Clouds of water vapor shrouded the high tip, as if above the sky.

And beneath the clouds, groups of birds and beasts still lingered near the place where the mountain growler had died.

Any creature that awakens from hibernation, as long as it is revealed on the surface, is basically unable to escape the windy claws of the beasts.

Whether it's a horned nose horse or something else.

However, at this very moment, one after another, the same hundreds, the birds and beasts that were whistling in the wind raised their heads suddenly.

Among this group of birds and beasts, a terrifying bird and beast with a huge body and a body size of ten meters also raised its head sharply at this moment.

It's a terrifying beast.

Similar to the shape of the Mountain Growler, but different, it also has no tail, but it has extremely strong forelimb claw wings, and the body of the forelimbs covered with strong muscles is slightly raised, close to the forearm position at the end of the claw, the huge wings extend to the side, and the dense feathers turn outward.

Although its crown is not the same as that of the Mountain Growler, its barrel-shaped jaw, which is somewhat similar to that of the Mountain Growler, seems to indicate its terrifying attack style.

"Roar!!

After a short brew, accompanied by a deafening roar, it quickly swept towards the surrounding storm, accelerating and expanding the range of the roar.

In this area, almost all the birds and beasts flew up in clusters—

The black pressed the ground, as if dark clouds rose and fell, and the wind flew into the sky with the beast wings, flying forward.

And soon, some small creatures hidden in the corners and crevices understood what was going on.

In the distance, large swaths of flying creatures appeared.

It's just that when flying in the sky, this wild beast Thunderbird, which has a body size of ten meters and a wingspan of more than twenty meters, can't help but have some doubts in its eyes. jújíá?y.?? m

It didn't smell the slimy, disgusting dragon stench, and those life forces didn't feel like they were sticking to itself.

But......

Whatever it is.

Those who provoke the beasts and step into the emperor's miracles must die!

The thunderbird shook its head, and between the surging blood, it violently merged with the wind elemental, forming a chimeric wind element, driven by a large amount of poured into its solid mouth, compressed-

There was no temptation, no attempt, an all-out attack.

......

When the enemy also flew into the sky and appeared in the field of vision, the Wing Wyvern Commander Qi quickly judged the opponent's size and judged the combat effectiveness with reference to the nest dragon.

Especially the sturdy beast that was a few points bigger than its shape.

The body length of the Wing Wyvern Qi has exceeded nine meters.

Between the four wings fanning, the Wing Fei Long Qi erupted with a powerful battle intent.

Between the solid scales on his body, the vitality surged at this moment, restraining the wind from surrounding at high speed.

Obviously, the other party discovered them in advance and had made preparations in advance.

Then, it's time for a head-on confrontation!

The pterosaur shook its head and couldn't help but get excited, the confrontation with other nest dragon leaders, although it did not win all, but a new opponent could make it more pleasant!

"Roar!!

The storm roared, and the dragon roared.

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

Shen Changqing walked on the road, and when he met someone he knew well, he would say hello to each other or nod his head.

But it doesn't matter who it is.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

on this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, it is an institution that maintains the stability of Great Qin, and its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

Arguably.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is accustomed to seeing life and death, then he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is huge.

The people who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the town guard and the other is the demon exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts with the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then step by step, he is expected to become a town guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer envoys.

Have memories of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places full of slaughter, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and in the bloody Demon Suppression Division, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door is open, and there are occasional people entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Access to the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow furrow instinctively, but quickly stretched.

The smell of blood on everyone's body in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.