??Chapter 483: Chapter 479: The Malice of the Evil God
Chapter 483: Chapter 479: The Malice of the Evil God
“Why?” The Black Vulture Lord, who had been accompanied by his mount for decades, died terribly in front of him. He didn’t understand why Muria suddenly turned against him, and questioned him anxiously and fearfully.
“Because you disgust , so if you want to please , please disappear from this world!” Under Muria’s mind, the six Fla Demons around him stretched their bodies in the form of fireballs and plunged towards the Black Vulture Lord.
“Spare , my Lord!” Seeing the Fla Demons appear, the Black Vulture Lord showed fear, dodging their attacks clumsily while begging Muria for rcy. But the young man sitting on the back of the Blood Lion Demon paid no attention, and he watched this lord being burned to ashes by the six Fla Demons, his soul completely devoured.
“Ha-ha!” The six Fla Demons who killed the Black Vulture Lord by overwhelming him laughed hideously, their greedy eyes fell on the demon commoners. They were not satisfied with eating just a little bit.
“Kill all the vultures in this city,” Muria ordered coldly.
The instructed Fla Demons reluctantly glanced at the demons on the ground, then they excitedly dove towards the vultures around the city, starting to slaughter these vultures, which had red eyes due to the countless corpses they could not finish eating.
Inside the dirty, broken city, where the sky was filled with blazing Demonic Flas under the absolute disparity of power, no vultures could escape the hunting of the Fla Demons. These fierce birds, which once lived comfortably in this city, turned into ashes one after another, making the few demons in the city shiver.
In the end, Muria did not order the Fla Demons to kill all the demons who had no moral bottom line. These “people” lived in such a disgusting manner, and the environnt of this subcontinent was largely to bla.
In the situation where survival can’t be guaranteed, no one would talk about morals. This is the reality, where everything is about filling the stomach and surviving. Is there anything wrong with this? Can it be judged in terms of good and evil?
Muria could not make a judgnt, so he chose to ignore it, leaving with the nine demons to continue towards the hinterland of the continent, moving towards the location of the Five Colored Dragons he had sensed.
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Just when Muria was commanding the Fla Demons to slaughter, on the 66th floor of the Bottomless Abyss, the Magic Net Abyss. Inside a slow-moving spider-shaped steel fortress, a half-human half-spider being slowly opened her eyes. The countless scenes in her eyes eventually focused on a black-haired and golden-eyed young man. His long hair fluttered with the sea breeze, and the vast ocean was behind him.
“A descendant of the Titans.” This notorious evil god murmured softly, with deep-seated hatred.
One of her main places of faith, the Zor Elf Kingdom, which believed in her, was hard-handedly disintegrated by the Titans. How could she not hate it?
“Who gave you the courage to enter the realm of the evil god?” Spider Queen Rose showed a mockery on her face, “Since you dare to co in, then stay, don’t think about leaving, co and repay the damage the Titan caused to !”
“My believers!” As Spider Queen Rose made her mind, she consud a large amount of divine power at any cost, sending her consciousness to every place where Zor elves gathered on the Senapus Subcontinent, issuing a divine oracle filled with infinite temptation:
“The Zor Elf who can capture this descendant of the Titans and offer him as a sacrifice to
will ascend to my kingdom, beco a servant under my divine throne, and gain eternal life.”
At this mont, all the Zor Elf cities on the Senapus Subcontinent are stirred up. This is a divine oracle that can make most intelligent creatures crazy. Going to the Divine Kingdom and becoming a divine servant, gaining endless life, and even having the further hope of becoming a deity.
When Spider Queen Rose sensed the presence of Muria and issued a divine oracle to hunt him down, those evil gods who Muria had offended also felt it. Seagoddess Amboli, Koutao Fishman God Bribodup, etc., also issued divine oracles to hunt down Muria.
In the coastal areas of the Senapus Subcontinent, powerful fishn and sea creatures who had already freed themselves from environntal constraints sward onto land, looking for traces of Muria, trying to hunt him down to exchange for the rewards promised in the divine oracle.
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“What’s going on?” Muria, riding the Blood Lion Demon with Broken Horn again, entered a city and touched his chest. He was overco by a sense of palpitations, making him sowhat irritable.
“Master, what’s the matter with you?” Broken Horn, who had been quietly following Muria all the way, asked considerately. After his chaotic nature was erased by the Abyss’s master, Ulysses, he, transforming into a lawful demon, was not much different from a devil.
“I suddenly have a strange sense of danger.” Muria replied with a frown, “I might be dealing with so serious trouble.”
This sense of palpitations, Muria would not dismiss as simple physical discomfort. As an existence only one step away from becoming legend, how could his body be problematic? This was a warning given by his body, by his sixth sense, before danger approached.
“Trouble?” Broken Horn, the bald and muscle-bound demon, displayed a naive smile, “If there’s any, just kill them all.”
“I’m afraid it’s not that simple.” Muria already had so guesses in his mind. Since leaving the Titan Islands, he had been continuously engaged in the great cause of punishing evils and propagating righteousness.
Especially in recent years, in order to fight evil, he has offended many Evil Gods and many powerful demon lords. By considering the alias of the continent he is currently in, he could probably guess the most likely source of his current crisis.
The killing intent of the gods was not so easy to handle, especially when he was in the ho of the Evil Gods.
“I am Morgan Freeman with Decaying Wings, how shall I address you?” A black dragon rose from an abandoned city and landed in front of Muria. The dragon was a Disaster Dragon skilled in necromancy.
“Demon warlock, Diablo.” Muria looked at the black dragon in front of him, which was filled with intense death qi, and casually used the na of a well-known boss from his forr world as his pseudonym.
“Diablo?” Morgan, who could already be called an undead dragon, cocked his head in thought, searched his mory, and found that he had no impression of this na, “I have not heard this na.”
“And I haven’t heard of Decaying Wings before,” Muria responded indifferently.
“Caw caw caw, you haven’t even heard of my na, you really are uninford.” The voice of the Disaster Dragon sounded like a stone scratching on glass, both unpleasant and grating.
“You don’t even know the na Diablo, you really are ignorant.” Muria didn’t underestimate the undead dragon.
“Caw, so, powerful warlock from afar, are you interested in visiting my Decaying Wings castle?” Without any probing, Decaying Wings Morgan extended an invitation to Muria.
“I have collected quite a few treasures, if you see anything you like, as long as you have the bodies or souls of powerful creatures, we can trade.”
“Collection?” Muria mulled over it for a mont, then slowly nodded in agreent. He intended to first go in and have a look – if this Disaster Dragon was rich enough, he wouldn’t hesitate to slap down on the evil.
Though keeping a low profile was his primary objective when entering the Evil God’s Paradise, when it ca to making a move, he would make a move.
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