Black Dragon Code

"what happened?"

Shaluo stood up from the ground, and was about to bend over to wipe off the dust on his body. His ears moved slightly, and he concentrated on feeling the subtle tremors in the space.

"Earthquake?" The camp leader replied hesitantly, looking around, there were only seven adventurers following them, and most of them fell into other demiplanes and scattered.

People stood on the dark red gravel and watched. There was nothing in this land shrouded in ominous green clouds, and the surroundings were quiet.

"This should be the material space created by the Hydra. Based on this alone, its ability is definitely above the legend." Shaluo was a little worried. Monsters that can grow to legend are not easy to deal with, let alone this The film space seemed familiar, which gave him a bad premonition.

"We should find a way to leave quickly." The camp leader suggested.

"That's right."

Shaluo squinted his eyes and looked around, not as carefree as before: "Such a space cannot be created out of thin air. It has a material base point. If we find it and destroy it, we can leave."

...

clang! ! !

Monet Barlow's blade and Caesar's fist were fiercely pressed against each other. There was a huge difference in body size between the two. Monet Barlow was almost recognized as a demon by Caesar. He had a huge body like an abyss lord, and the end of a huge bat wing on his back The dark green flame was still burning, and Caesar hadn't lifted his disguise yet, still maintaining a human body.

But in terms of strength, it seems to be half the same.

Caesar obviously felt a steady stream of power pouring out from the opponent. This brute force acted on the long blade, and as he continued to increase his strength, it also continued to climb.

"Monet, is that the nine-headed giant snake in people's mouth? As a derivative body—that is, you, the minion, you are stronger than I imagined."

Caesar did not expect that the power of the disguise had been raised to such an extent that this monster could actually stop him: "I am looking forward to seeing that monster, I hope it can make me more excited."

He suddenly let go of his strength, stopped wrestling, and pulled his body back. Taking advantage of Monet Barlow holding the long blade forward, he sideways avoided the sharp blade. His right hand was like a knife, and he slashed down vertically, hitting Monet Barlow. On the arm used to hold the blade.

Pooh.

The sound of flesh and blood being cut.

With a swish, Monet Barlow's huge body suddenly disappeared in place.

Caesar was taken aback for a moment, but before he could react, he felt a huge force crashing down behind him.

Boom!

His backhand is an elbow, but the humanoid limbs limit the destructive power and defensive power, and the elbow hit Monet Barlow's sharp claws, but it couldn't stop the attack from continuing.

A demon-like monster appeared behind him at some point, raised its front hooves and slashed at him with a huge blade.

Before he could react, one of Monet Barlow's sharp claws swept over from another direction, with a gust of wind, and slapped him heavily on the waist.

Boom!

Caesar was pulled and flew out, and slammed into the dark red land in the distance. The smoke and dust were billowing, and the gravel splashed, as if a shell from a large-caliber heavy artillery had smashed in.

"so annoying……"

In the dusty smoke, Caesar slowly got up,

He twisted his neck: "It's been too long, I'm no longer used to the humanoid body... I don't know how to fight..."

Crash.

The iron chain wrapped around Monet Barlow's body was also lifted by it, and it was pulled on Caesar's head.

Slowing down, you can see that the black-robed man's half of his head was completely sunken under the attack, and his cheeks, eyeballs, and mouth were all distorted, and then he was sent flying again as if struck by lightning, and fell into another piece of land.

Monet Barlow chased after it with all four hooves. Just halfway through the charge, he picked up the long blade again. A giant claw almost the size of its head suddenly shot out from the smoke and grabbed its head fiercely.

"Roar."

Monet Barlow let out a low growl, his body staggered forward, was pulled by a huge force and moved forward uncontrollably, it tried to lean back its body, stepped on the ground with four deep grooves, but still couldn't move forward. Change the situation.

In the billowing smoke and dust, the mist gradually dispersed, revealing a giant claw covered with black scales and thorns.

"Wait a while."

Caesar grabbed Monet Barlow, his body still maintained a humanoid form, only his right arm turned into a terrifying claw, he said while rubbing his face with his hands until his face returned to its undamaged appearance, before starting the next step.

Caesar pinched Monet Barlow's head with one hand, lifted it high, and hung it in the air: "Since the false state can't deal with it, just release one-tenth of the power."

His body is still only about 1.8 meters, but the extended right claw has been continuously enlarged to more than ten meters, and can even lift the huge Monet Barlow. The scene is very strange and quite terrifying.

clang clang clang...

Monet Barlow desperately beat the giant claws holding him with his arms and blades, but it was useless. Caesar's horror, which released the real power, was not in the same order of magnitude in terms of size alone. of similar body size.

"Is Yukla Hill at the Hydra?"

Caesar stared at the fierce eyes of the monster and asked, "Also, how do I get out of here?"

"Dragon, slave."

A voice mocking hypocrisy and dying came out of Monet Barlow's mouth, and the words he spit out were like poisonous snakes crawling on the mouth of a dead man, thin, small and terrifyingly deadly: "You think you have won, but apart from decay, you Nothing, Quill..."

Boom.

The head exploded, and the dark green and tender white pulp and flesh exploded in all directions. Monet Barlow's huge headless corpse fell heavily on the ground, and the sour blood rushed out from the neck like a fountain.

"It's fine if you don't say anything."

Caesar withdrew his sharp claws and shook off the filth on his hands. Hearing more of these unnutritious nonsense is murdering brain cells: "I don't want to hear other things."

It didn't take much effort for Caesar to leave this space. As early as a few years ago, his battle with the Firelord Azriels destroyed a demiplane, which was the real material space, with The potential to form new worlds, but here is different, this place is just a created, fragile demiplane.

Caesar took a good rest, and his sharp claws slowly pierced into the fragile void, causing painful ripples. Then, the space in front of Caesar began to dissolve, turning into a dark vortex that absorbed light.

As time went on, the periphery of the cavity also began to spread outward.

If you look at it from the perspective of plane observation, you will find that this already unstable space has a bulge, then expands, shatters, and spreads so quickly that it is swallowed by nothingness and chaos.

The painful will issued by the space creator is like boiling molten iron, burning every nerve of itself. It realizes that it has restricted an uncontrollable thing, and this way of getting out of control will cause great harm to itself.

Begging, threatening, roaring... A lot of emotions descended on this gradually destroyed space, conveying wishes to the instigator of the disaster, but Caesar still went his own way, tore up all the demiplanes, and returned to the thorny mountains of Elradia .

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