This trip to clean up, to be honest, Vincent didn't find anything good.

The battle between him and the devil Maratis was so domineering that the aftermath destroyed the entire city, and even something that could be used was hidden under the rubble and difficult to find.

In the end, he just collected the large swath of death in the city for later use.

Vincent, however, was unimpressed.

Even if there is no city left, there are still many cities in the Megira region with a large number of batwing demons, these hellish creatures do not know that the passage here has collapsed, and still religiously stay in place, waiting for the devil to come, he can collect gold and precious materials at the same time, and take their lives by the way.

No matter what he says, he must be worthy of the nickname of the Dreaded Demon King.

Just as he intended, he was going to carry out a storm of inhumane slaughter in the Mechera region!

Three days later, in Luohan Luo City, all 30,000 bat-winged demons were wiped out, and none of them survived.

Seven days later, none of the defecting human warlocks and tens of thousands of infernal creatures in Yaojira escaped their fate, and all fell at Vincent's feet.

Ten days later, the city of Bahaqi was again a merciless massacre!

......

In the time that followed, after eliminating the potential threat of the World Passage, Vincent began the massacre of the Mechera region, with no mercy, no sympathy, leaving only a soulless corpse in his reach.

The process of his killing was extremely meticulous.

Like a sieve, Vincent walked through the land over and over again, searching for all the creatures of Hell. Even if some of the batwing demons were lucky enough to escape the slaughter the first time, they couldn't survive the second and third sweeps, and they fell under his butcher's knife one by one.

Soon, the Mechela region was a barren land.

This land of tens of millions of square kilometers is now silent and desolate, and there are few human figures to be seen, and the creatures of hell have disappeared. Only a few local creatures were able to breathe.

One early morning three months later.

The years have passed so fast, and now it's winter.

Close to Luo City, the snow is fluttering.

The snow didn't look very big, sparse and very thin, and the snowflakes fell from the sky and covered the blue floor, but after a while, they were trampled clean by the people of the city.

In this city, it is clear that you can see characteristics that are different from other cities. That is, it is very popular.

After experiencing the crisis moment of tens of thousands of batwing demons attacking the city that day, the city did not usher in a decent crisis again, even if some batwing demons came, it was only two or three big cats and kittens, and a random warlock could completely destroy them.

Therefore, the mortals here live a relatively comfortable life.

At least, there was no fear for life.

"Hahaha. Sona, look here. ”

On the side of the street, a seven- or eight-year-old child yells at the brown-haired girl and throws a snowball.

"Smack". The snowball hit the girl's body, and a snowflake splashed on her clothes.

The clothes were dirty, and the brown-haired girl was obviously angry and immediately chased after her. The children, on the other hand, turned their heads and ran backwards.

This run bumped into a young man.

The child was stunned.

He stared blankly at the young man he bumped into, his black pupils full of panic. It's good to not know what to do with yourself.

The young man smiled slightly, patted his head, and said gently: "Be careful when you walk in the future, don't look ahead, you know?"

"Yes, sir. ”

The child replied shyly, and immediately ran away, playing with the little girl who had caught up.

Looking at the child's actions, the young man shook his head slightly with a chuckle and continued to walk.

And this young man is Vincent.

After three months of not seeing, his image has not changed much, his temperament seems more calm, and he is dressed in a simple and clean black robe, and some small snowflakes fall on it, but in a few seconds, they disappear.

After a few moments of direction, Vincent took off and flew towards the castle of Nochira.

Inside the vast castle, Nochira was eating her lunch.

As a Warlock of the Silver Realm, he eats far more than ordinary people, and the long orange-yellow table is filled with more than a dozen kinds of food, including roast suckling pig, roast leg of lamb, and a variety of vegetable salads and pies and cheeses.

Picking up a cream pie, Nochira chewed hard, still resting on her beard with its thick milky color, and after a few bites, she swallowed it in one gulp.

It was clear that he was very happy with his diet.

While eating and drinking, Nochira was also thinking about the mythical bloodline warlock Vincent.

Three months ago, Vincent had been informed of him and had disappeared from the city to the depths of the Mechela region, and since then there has been no news of him, and it is not known if the man is still alive.

"It is estimated that the chances of survival are slim, after all, he is only a mythical bloodline warlock of the Silver Realm, and there is only one person, how can he be able to defeat those thousands of living beings and those dozens of Silver Realm powerhouses?"

After mourning Vincent's future for three seconds, Nochira picked up a roast leg of lamb and continued to binge.

In his impression, no matter how strong the Silver Realm Warlock was, it was impossible for him to be strong enough to defeat hundreds of thousands, so Vincent's final outcome would be clear after a little thought.

"But thanks to him, there have been no hellish creatures here for a long time, presumably he helped slaughter it halfway, alas, a future gold-level powerhouse, I didn't expect to die like this, people, I really can't be too conceited. ”

With a sigh in her heart, Nochira tossed aside the gnawed lamb bones and raised her head.

He was just about to pick up the second leg of roast lamb and feast on it again, when a person suddenly appeared in his eyes.

The first time he saw that person, he was immediately stunned.

His expression was stunned, and his head was blank.

I don't know how long it took, but the other party greeted him with a smile.

"Long time no see, Mr. Nochira. ”

This greeting made his body tremble violently, and his heart suffered a violent impact, and he couldn't help but exclaim and jump back.

However, due to the fact that there was a white jade seat behind him, which was extremely solid, the Silver Realm Warlock's move caused him to tilt his head, turn his body three hundred and sixty degrees, and fall from behind the chair.

"Bang. ”

Looking at Nochira's incomprehensible behavior, Vincent raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help but feel a little funny.

What's going on with this guy?

Even if you see him, you don't need to be so excited, right?

On the other side, Nochila Wolf got up, but regardless of his appearance, he stammered and asked, "Mr. Vincent, are you...... Are you still alive?' (To be continued......)