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The latest chapter of "Monster Minotaur"...

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The dozens of tons of black dragons landed on the metal platform, and a rumbling sound resounded throughout the fortress, and the armor on its claws rubbed against the ground, rubbing out some bright sparks. Dragons are rarely creatures that wear armor in dragon form, but that doesn't mean they don't have armor that they can use, and historically dragons have asked the non-existent Mithril Dwarves to combine their magical powers to create five sets of powerful dragon armor.

Although due to some accidents due to the war, these five sets of armor were either damaged or lost in some unknown place, waiting for someone to discover their existence. And apparently what the black dragon was wearing. It is the only dragon armor in the history of the dragon clan, which can provide him with more powerful defense and adapt to today's very harsh battlefield environment. No war of this magnitude or intensity has broken out in the entire continent from ancient times to the present, and the entire land has to be torn apart by those strange weapons that have only recently appeared.

Monster soldiers dressed in uniform black, and gray dwarf technicians dressed in white, naturally lined up the procession to greet them on the lifting platform, kneeling on the ground like the most humble servants. And judging from the fact that the black dragon also lowered his head and knelt down on his body, what they were waiting for was not the powerful black dragon in front of them.

A four-storey ornate metal ladder. Pushed by two jungle banshees to the side of the black dragon so that the rider on it could come down effortlessly. A big foot wrapped in armor, stepping on the steel ladder step by step, the bright red cloak was more vivid because of the staining of blood, and the ruler who could not see his face walked towards the inside of the steel fortress without saying a word, this time he used a lot of strength in this battle, and as far as the current result is concerned, everything is completed according to his plan.

The powerful weapon that hindered the attack of the monster legion had been completely destroyed by him. Those kings who controlled that weapon were as fragile as chickens during the period when the weapon was cooling, and it was not difficult to kill those mortals. The Iron Giant who came to the inside of the Iron Fortress. Sitting back on the throne of his command, he looked at the battlefield that had been destroyed and twisted and the steel was revealed, and he was thinking about something.

In destroying the weapon, he ran into the guy he had killed a dozen times again. And unsurprisingly, she is much stronger than the last time. For this strong man who is strong enough to conquer half of the continent, the only thing that can worry him now is that guy, and the first time he meets to fight him. He could have tortured and killed her without any pressure, but this time he had to fight with all his strength to defeat her, so what about the next time? Will he be defeated and killed by this guy who is constantly resurrected by the gods and then keeps getting stronger?

He was already very close to success, and he would not allow such an outcome. The strong man took off his helmet, revealing the very ugly face underneath. And it wasn't until the helmet was taken off that the guy who didn't know what was going on realized that the sharp horns were not on the helmet, but on the bull's face under the helmet. This strong man doesn't need anyone to say it, but he can understand that he is the Mo Yan of this world, an even more powerful monster minotaur.

This demon lord who now rules half of the continent, half of his face seems to have been splashed with sulfuric acid, and his skin is twisted like the bark of a tree that is about to dry. And the other half of his face is full of all kinds of scars and wounds, it seems that he does not have Mo Yan's ability to heal wounds, since he appeared in this world, all his injuries have been left on his body, relying on his own vitality to survive.

If you remove his armor, you can see that his body is also covered with wounds of all sizes, and his left hand and right leg are gone, replaced by prosthetic limbs made of steel. The Demon Lord was able to achieve such an achievement, and it was not obtained by nothing, and he paid enough price for it. It's not that the goddess didn't take care of him, but because of some willing relationships, the goddess couldn't guide him like she took care of Mo Yan, and the only thing he could rely on in this world was himself.

The Demon Lord who ordered people to bring the map, and the researcher how to attack more quickly. Now that the weapon that hindered the army has been completely destroyed by him, then the monster army should be able to advance faster. He plans to completely bulldoze the other half of the continent in only one year at the latest, destroy all the temples and kill all the gods and clans, then the guy who has been killed dozens of times by him will have no place to resurrect, and the power of those gods in the god realm will be weakened day by day until there is no power to affect the mortal world.

The Demon Lord was not guided by the goddess, but he received information from the demons of hell and some monsters, and he could roughly deduce the weakness of the gods. Although they themselves have a certain amount of power, but that kind of power is not enough to become gods, if they want to use the power that does not belong to them to influence the world, they must use the power of the belief of the clan, otherwise they are just a group of prisoners imprisoned, the divine realm is a place where there is almost nothing, if they lose the source of the belief of the clan, they will be weak every time they use a bit of divine power.

As long as the entire continent can be bulldozed, then the only choice for those gods is to give up and leave the divine realm. And if they give up theocracy...... Hehe, that's exactly what the Demon Lord wants to see, those ownerless godheads will automatically return to their Origin, and that Origin is actually in his hands. With those lost broken theocracies, he will become a unique god in this world, just like the powerful goddess at the beginning.

"Lord Demon. An SS soldier hurried into the hall and knelt on one knee to report to the Demon Lord on the throne: "Mordor has been attacked, an unidentified minotaur has unleashed the underground red dragon, and our guards have suffered heavy losses. Moreover, one of the remnants of the Salts who roamed Elam also infiltrated the city at that time and destroyed our factory, and it is not yet confirmed whether the two things are connected, but it is certain that they left together in the end. ”

The news of the attack on his royal city did not make the Demon Lord's expression change in any way. Now that things have happened, even if he loses his temper, it doesn't make any difference, and the only thing he has to think about now is how to deal with the problem. He wondered why there were minotaurs hostile to him, and how he unleashed the red dragon, and he knew very well the power of the eight demon warriors he had arranged, unless the same number of Chosen Warriors attacked his rear, it was impossible to succeed.

In reality, that can't happen. Not to mention the demon warriors he deployed on the front line, there is no need for the number of God-chosen warriors to be small, they can't allocate more strength to his rear at all. The checkpoints he set up on the way, and the interrogation of spies were extremely strict, and it was impossible for eight powerful Chosen Warriors to infiltrate his rear without any news.

As for the Salts who appeared in the city, it wasn't a problem for him. If it weren't for the strange Minotaur, or the red dragon that was released, they would have been sent to death even if they entered the city, and the entire garrison of Mordor was perfect. The reason why the Demon Lord would let those guys roam around Elam was because he didn't want to expend unnecessary energy to get rid of them, and they even had a hard time attacking the convoy that attacked Elam, and even if they were left alone, they would perish sooner or later.

The strange Minotaur possessed great power, which made the Demon Lord feel a little strange, and he suspected that there might be someone else like him who had been sent here by the dead goddess. It's just that they have never met on the mainland, and now that he has gradually occupied the entire continent, the same guy as him has shown up and started to oppose him for some reason.

"Is it for you?" The Demon Lord, who had been with countless possible demon lords in an instant, took out a dim golden orb from his bosom and said what he thought was the most likely reason.

"Get ready for the teleportation array and send me back to Mordor. Whatever the strange visitor's intentions, the Demon Lord must go back to deal with the matter, put his helmet on, hide his ugly appearance, and order his men to prepare a "ticket" to go back. He's going to find the strange minotaur and figure out what all this is. {Free update fastest]

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