Chapter 255 The King Who Rules the Night
The smell of damp soot and the hammering of hammers filled the night of Black Wind Castle. The turbid air seemed to be filled with endless burning cinders, causing the hell dwarves and goblins walking here to tightly shut their mouths, not wanting to say a word more.
As night falls, the magic crystal lamppost on top of the factory slowly goes out, leaving only the thick smoke from the chimney billowing over the city.
It is true that the underground world has air circulation, but it is certainly not as good as the one on the surface. If you want to develop industry here, you will certainly have to pay some price.
Fortunately, this is nothing to the hell dwarves who are active near the volcano all year round, and it is nothing to the goblins whose products have a short shelf life.
Thanks to their dedication, Black Wind Castle is like a steel behemoth that never sleeps, running endlessly underground without seeing the light of day, bringing nightmares and death to humans on the front lines.
The hell dwarf sentry standing by the city wall yawned boredly and put the magic stone gun on his shoulder, but did not notice the sneer in the shadow passing by his shadow, silently blending into this sunken and noisy huge factory.
Too weak.
Perhaps because of the proximity to the Magic City, the guards stationed here are completely unwary. The lazy patrol frequency and the bare city walls are almost equivalent to being undefended.
Zacro, lurking in the shadows, sneered, casting his sinister gaze at the Lord's Mansion located near the center of Black Wind Castle.
The black robe tightly wrapped his thin and strong body, and the lowered brim of the hat covered his scarlet pupils, but it could not hide the ferocity from the inside out.
According to his understanding, that is Luo Yan's only home in the Magic City.
"Hehehe... Luo Yan, do you know, the biggest mistake you made was not to become an enemy of the Dragon family, but to offend a strong man who is far more powerful than you and who no longer has any concerns."
"I will kill you slowly... slowly... quack..."
The smile on Zacro's face gradually became sickly, imagining the enemy's face twisted in pain, barely able to suppress the spread of murderous intent.
He walked quietly close to the shadow of the building, like a ghost lurking in the night.
As for the heavily armed guards, he ignored them at all. Those magic stone guns and muskets only served to scare ordinary people, and no one here could threaten him at all.
As for the mere silver-level Demon King, it is not worth mentioning at all.
Even if Ye Ge died here, Zac Luo wouldn't have the slightest worry in his heart.
After all, that guy is just a platinum-level gargoyle, and there is a whole diamond-level gap between him and the amethyst-level one.
Even if the Demon King moved all the strong men in the labyrinth, they would still be just trash fish that he could crush to death with his fingers... Those guys couldn't even compare to his son Reggie Dragon, let alone compared to himself?
There is no possibility for him to lose!
Not at all!
However, just when he was about to take action, he suddenly stopped and retracted the sharp claws that he extended forward.
Could it be that...
It was too smooth?
Standing on the roof, Zacro's eyes were fixed on the heavily guarded lord's mansion in the distance, and his eyes that were originally confident of victory suddenly became cloudy and uncertain.
According to common sense, Luo Yan should live there. The newspaper in the Demon City also mentioned that since the plague broke out in Black Wind Castle, the so-called Demon King who cared about the lower-level demons had personally taken up residence in the Lord's Mansion and even personally treated the Goblins who had been tortured by the plague.
But having said that, is that guy's vigilance really that low?
He is also an amethyst-level terror after all, and he is now on the run. Since that guy is so smart, he must know that he will not let him go.
If it were me, I would at least find a safe place to stay...such as the Padridge family's manor.
No matter how bad it is, living in a temple in the core city of the Demon City is definitely safer than living in this ungrateful place.
"What a risk... I almost got ambushed!"
Zacro took a deep breath, trying to calm down his anxious mood, and at the same time, he released his mental energy and cautiously explored the direction of the Lord's Mansion.
However, as soon as his mental tentacles touched the edge of the wall, he couldn't help but paused slightly and stopped.
A barrier has been placed on the wall of the Lord's Mansion!
Zacro’s heart sank.
Although destroying the barrier is just a matter of breath for him, it is undoubtedly equivalent to telling the other party that he is nearby!
Luo Yan is just here.
I'm afraid that guy is not here, but the adjudicator troops of the Ministry of Truth are stationed there.
The defenders of Blackwind Castle are indeed not worth worrying about, but the undead under the Goli masters are still very difficult to deal with.
A diamond-level leader with several platinum-level undead knights. Even if he cannot be captured on the spot, he can definitely delay the time until the strong men from the Demon City arrive here.
The distance is less than a hundred kilometers, and for a serious demigod-level powerhouse, it only takes a matter of minutes.
Zacro's face was horribly gloomy, and his teeth were almost broken.
In the past, he didn't need to worry about such trivial matters at all.
He has a lot of chess pieces to use, and those attentive subordinates will naturally find out for him. He only needs to sit behind the scenes and quietly wait for the news... Even if he makes up his mind to kill Luo Yan, he does not need to do it himself. There are still a lot of chess pieces willing to work for him!
But that is already in the past.
Now he has nothing. The only card left in his hand is the amethyst-level extraordinary power.
There is only one chance!
If he misses the chance, not only will he not be able to kill Luo Yan, but he will alert the enemy and expose himself to the sight of the Ministry of Truth and the Ministry of Intelligence...
It’s hard to say who will come then.
He has no time and no way out.
… Damn it.
If he had known it was such a troublesome thing, he should have killed that guy from the beginning! Instead of playing some conspiracy with him!
Although that would be troublesome, it would be much better than now!
Zacro clenched his fists tightly, veins popped out, but he could only suppress the anger in his heart.
Don't be impulsive...
He took a deep breath to clarify his thoughts again and turned his attention to the street below him.
The best strategy now is to lurk in this place where fish and dragons are mixed, just like in the abandoned temple on the outskirts of the magic city before, and wait for the most suitable opportunity.
At least wait until the guy shows up!
If he is inside, it is impossible that he will not come out for the rest of his life. And if he is not here, it is impossible that he will never come back...
After weighing the pros and cons, Zacro jumped off the roof and blended into the alleys of Black Wind Castle like a ghost.
He walked forward slowly, looking for a hiding place while looking at the surrounding street scene expressionlessly.
To be honest, the scene he saw while standing on the street was far more shocking than the quick glance he took from a height, and the feeling it gave him was completely different from what he saw in the briefing.
Is this... really still Black Wind Castle?
In his old memory, Blackwind Castle was just a barren vassal land on the edge of the Magic City, with only a few scattered villages and pastures. The productivity was extremely low, and it had to rely on the charity of the Dragon family for a long time to survive.
The only decent building in the entire wasteland was the fortress standing between the Black Wind Valley, and that fortress had long been bombarded into ruins in the previous duel.
But now, compared with everything in front of us, the once majestic fortress seems worth mentioning.
Rows of buildings are arranged around the streets. Although they look dirty, they are surprisingly orderly. A short goblin squatted under a low metal shed selling goods. A few hell dwarves who had finished their day's work were standing in front of the stalls, picking and choosing. The sounds of rude bargaining were mixed with the high-pitched and hoarse cries.
The riots and plagues long ago seemed to have no impact on the lives of these people, or perhaps the trauma had been healed.
It’s really strange.
This group of hell dwarves actually didn’t spend all their money on beer. Although their eyes were tired, at least their minds were awake.
Not just hell dwarves, but also goblins.
The group of slackers are not lazy at all in the hands of the Thunder County Demon Lord. Every goblin has something to do. Even if some of the unsmart guys seem to be busying around, it is better than wandering aimlessly and in a daze.
Zacro became more and more stunned as he looked at it, and he was even more surprised in his heart.
Even if the order from the Ministry of War brings some business to the local area, it will only be the pocket of the Demon King of Thunder County. It will not be able to conjure a city out of thin air in the wasteland... right?
This land has completely changed!
This is no longer the dilapidated, chaotic, and barren Blackwind Castle, but it does feel a little prosperous.
Zacro's expression turned gloomy again.
There is no doubt about it.
This is by no means a product of natural development.
There is only one explanation that can explain the changes here - the guy who stole his son's research results used the power of God to rewrite some of the rules that govern everything in the world!
That is the extraordinary that is above the extraordinary!
Its destructive power may not be as good as ordinary extraordinary beings, but it can touch the origin that even demigod-level experts cannot touch - the rules that determine the order of all things!
"The secret of becoming a god...is indeed in your hand! Let me just say...How can a mere silver-level demon king dare to challenge the Dragon family if he doesn't have any cards in his hand... Hahaha..."
Indulging in that paranoid fantasy, Zacro's eyes gradually turned greedy.
Actually, that can’t be considered a fantasy.
Even if the reasoning process is completely wrong, there is still a chance of arriving at the truth of this world, not to mention that Zakro has studied it with great concentration.
In the history of this planet, those who have become gods throughout the ages are all people who have changed the "rules of the game".
The same is true for the demon god Bayali, the same is true for the mechanical god Isaac, and the same is true for Saint Sith.
As for the heroes who followed them, even if they possessed demigod-level power, in the end they would only leave an epic page in the grand curtain of the times.
If it is from this perspective, he does have reason to doubt...even if this so-called reason contains more intuitive elements.
But these are no longer important.
The more he verified his conjecture, the more excited he became, and the more excited he became, the angrier he became - after all, in his opinion, all this should belong to his son, to his family, to him who controls the Dragon family!
Vicious anger filled Zacro's chest, and all he could see was the hateful face and the secret behind it, but he was completely unaware of his incompatibility with this city.
This place is different from other urban areas in the Magic City. After several rounds of cleaning, the order of Black Wind Castle has long been firmly in the hands of Luo Yan.
From the streets to the factories, and even the alleys of the slums, all the goblins have been organized.
There is no real spy of the Lord's Mansion here, but the eyes of the Lord's Mansion are everywhere.
It is not difficult to sneak in here without being noticed, but if you want to integrate here, you have to put down all your pride and become a gregarious mouse, otherwise the strong power will only make him exposed faster.
Zakro naturally disdains to do this, because most demons will not ask for trouble even if they think he is suspicious... After all, there are many sneaky guys in the hell where fish and dragons are mixed.
It's just that this is Black Wind Castle.
Pairs of eyes stared at him quietly, and then quietly retreated into the shadows, as if nothing had happened...
...
At the same time, on the other side, in the middle of the Goblin community, an overturned carriage lay on its side on the corner of the street, with a crooked wooden sign hanging on it, and a few rough words - Black Wind Castle Neighborhood Committee.
To be honest, this name is too long, and it’s really hard to pronounce.
Snick has been thinking about changing his name to something more powerful and domineering. It just so happened that his subordinates were suggesting that since his carriage is black, he might as well change it to "Black Club", which would be appropriate if it is combined with the name of Black Wind Castle.
Snick thought that this was also the case, so he shyly went to the respected lord to discuss it. As a result, he was thrown out by the lord as soon as he made the proposal, so the matter had to be dropped.
The neighborhood committee is the neighborhood committee.
It's just a title anyway, just like the shabby carriage, its plain appearance does not hinder his awesomeness.
Have had another pleasant day.
Looking at the night getting later and later, Snick sat leisurely on the broken wooden box in the carriage, holding a cigar brought from the Zigzag Merchant Guild, flipping through the account book in his hand, humming a leisurely tune, thinking about which pub he would go to in a while.
At this moment, a sweaty Goblin suddenly rushed in and shouted in panic.
"Director! Something happened!"
Snick lazily raised his eyelids and spat out his eyelids.
"You little bastards, you know how to shout about trouble all day long. In the end, you either kill a rat to make me happy, or you beat out your own brains... Tell me, what's the matter?"
The goblin said shivering.
"There is a strange man in black robe! He doesn't look like a good person!"
Snick sneered.
"Heh, there are a lot of strange guys in Blackwind Castle. Last night, there was a drunk hell dwarf who found the wrong door. Is that all there is to it? Why don't you kick him out."
His younger brother shook his head like a rattle and continued nervously.
"This, this time is different! That guy seems... to be a Terror!"
Terror? !
——!
The cigar in Snick's hand fell to the ground, and was shattered by the ash he deliberately left long.
The air suddenly became quiet.
The goblins squatting next to the carriage looked at each other, while Snick's eyes were shocked and gradually became sharper.
Hypophobia?
At Blackwind Castle?
He narrowed his eyes and sneered at the corner of his mouth: "Oh, this is interesting."
He raised his hand and slapped the account book, stood up, and waved his paw: "Okay, don't be stunned, go and contact the leader. Lord's Mansion! Tell that distinguished man that a big shot from Black Wind Castle is here. "Yes!"
Several goblins immediately rushed out and disappeared into the streets of Black Wind Castle.
Snick sat down again, picked up the cigar from the ground, dusted off the mud on it, lit it slowly, leaned on the squeaking reclining chair, smiled evilly and whispered to himself.
"Hey, it was fun to watch."
...
At the same time, the Lord's Mansion of Black Wind Castle.
Luo Yan had just finished reading a report on factory expansion when a milky white shadow suddenly appeared on the window glass.
Looking at Lord Demon King working at his desk, Youyou's voice was filled with a hint of excitement——
"Master Demon King! It's Elder Zakro! That amethyst-level BOSS has slipped in!"
Startled by the sudden sound, Luo Yan almost kicked the teleportation array switch under the table and sent himself back to his hometown in Leiming County.
"Comed in? Where?"
"No, no! He is still wandering around the streets of Black Wind Castle and has not come in!"
"..."
Luo Yan rolled his eyes to the side silently, waved the wand in his hand, and made the quill hanging on the table fly again.
Recently, Luo Yan finally figured out why this guy always looked like he was afraid of chaos in the world.
It seems that the world is too peaceful and is indeed not conducive to entrepreneurship.
On the contrary, every time he fought with the Dragon family, the aftermath made the goblins scream, but the power of faith increased sharply, even from seven digits to eight digits!
That is not only contributed by the low-level demons, but also a considerable part from the high-level demons in the Demon City——
Every time those masters and even demigod-level old guys are surprised, the power of faith they contribute is enough to surprise a hell dwarf whose strength is no more than adamantine-level for a whole year!
If he didn't have his own temple in the Demon City, and his strength and foundation were far behind those of the deep-rooted demon families, the power of faith he could absorb would probably be even more exaggerated.
"Where is Zakro now? How far is it from the Lord's Mansion?"
said Youyou excitedly.
"It's not that far! He is near the Goblin community and seems to be planning to live in your territory."
Luo Yan had a flash of light in his eyes, and he immediately guessed what Zakro planned to do.
Sure enough.
This guy is now at the end of his rope. He doesn’t even have a usable card in his hand, so he has no choice but to end the game himself.
However, it seemed that he still had a way out, not intending to die with him, but intending to kill him with one blow and escape far outside the Demonic City. It was precisely because of this that he did not rush in directly to make a scene, but first carefully confirmed whether he was here.
As expected, he should be able to release his mental power to spy on his mansion. But now this guy is not an ordinary coward. After touching the existence of the barrier, he immediately withdrew, not even daring to poke a layer of window paper.
"Yuyou, make a server announcement for me and tell the players in Blackwind Castle that the limited-time event has begun! Also open the teleportation array near the Magic Crystal Cannon Factory, and the teleportation fee will be waived for a limited time!"
The latest small talk will be released for the first time!
"Okay!" In the blink of an eye, the energetic Yoyo disappeared into the room.
At the same time, rows of dark green pop-up windows appeared in front of all players.
【Server Announcement: An unknown Amethyst-level (VIII) BOSS appears in Blackwind Castle! The identity is suspected to be the terror Zakro Dragon, extremely dangerous! 】
【Task trigger: Black Wind Castle has entered a state of war. All players are requested to take action immediately to encircle and suppress the target and defend the order of Black Wind Castle! 】
【Bounty: Anyone who causes any form of output to Zakro will be rewarded with ghost coins and contribution points. The player who finally kills the target will receive a special title, and even epic artifacts will be dropped! 】
Luo Yan didn’t know if Zacro had any artifacts on him. Anyway, he didn’t think the players could really kill this guy.
However, this is the Magic City, and Zacro is not the only Amethyst-level powerhouse. As long as the noise is big enough, if this guy is forced out, there will be people to deal with him!
This is the most useful thing rather than waiting for the Ministry of Truth to take action with great fanfare!
He is going to catch him off guard!
At the same time as the announcement was released, players inside and outside the server were instantly excited. Both professional players in daily life and professional players in combat put down what they were doing.
"What the hell?! Are you alive again?!"
"There have been so many server activities recently, one after another, without stopping..."
"Is the pace of the closed beta game too fast? As a professional life player, I have almost reached bronze..."
"Stop talking nonsense! Damn it! Epic divine equipment! If only this could be released, why not?"
"You're thinking shit, that's an Amethyst level BOSS! It's so high and low at level 130往上了！」
「那咋了？咱靠人多堆死他！」
「就是！我去把库房里的魔晶坦克开出来！一会儿你们掩护我！」
"I heard that as long as you scratch it, there will be a reward!"
"Damn it, I rushed the brothers!"
"Ouch!!!!"
The excited voice swept from the workshop of the magic crystal cannon factory to the warehouse, shocking all the confused hell dwarfs and goblins.
Some players jumped into the tank and started the engine amid a clanking sound. Some brave players rushed directly into the neighborhoods where the boss might be hiding, while other players climbed to the commanding heights of Black Wind Castle and followed the map's guidance to find traces of Zakro.
At this moment, Zacro did not know that a certain "existence in the dark" had been eyeing him and was constantly leading the Demon King's servants to him.
At first Zacro just felt something was wrong and didn't take it too seriously. It wasn't until a group of skeleton soldiers blocked him in an alley that he suddenly realized that his whereabouts had been exposed!
"Zachro! Let's take it easy! You are surrounded!" With a translation crystal hanging on his chest, a player pushed his way to the front row, shouted excitedly, and silently pulled the trigger.
A dark green light erupted from the muzzle of the magic stone gun and shot toward Zacro's face.
However, a strange scene happened.
The dark green magic light was like a stubbed out cigarette butt, disappearing silently into the shadows in the alley.
【Dragon Walk·Shura War Blade】swallowed the non-existent saliva and looked straight with both eyes.
"Holy shit... is there a bug?"
The other brother standing next to him was equally surprised, with stunned soul fire burning in his skull.
Don’t call it gua sha——
This didn’t even shave a single hair! ?
Zacro looked at the jagged skeleton soldiers in front of him expressionlessly, and suddenly a weird laugh came out of his mouth.
ious was restrained at first, and then the sound became louder and louder , like a bursting flood that flooded the originally silent alley .
He has been very careful to hide his aura.
Not only did he avoid the defenders and patrols of Blackwind Castle, he even deigned to hide in the smelly goblin community, only to be discovered.
Sure enough——
Sure enough, that guy has mastered the power of the gods!
No wonder he felt that there was an eye staring at him from above his head from just now, but he didn't know where the sight came from.
This way the explanation makes sense!
「Hahahahaha!!!」
Zacro's smile became more and more crazily, the expression on his face began to distort, and the muscles all over his body swelled like boiling lava.
Since it has been exposed——
It seems there is no need to continue acting!
The goblins and hell dwarves living in the nearby community were shocked. Snick, who was lying in the carriage waiting to watch the show, even lost his grip on the cigar and fell to the ground.
Fear spread throughout his body, making him tremble uncontrollably. He wanted to look around but couldn't move his neck.
What happened just now? !
The power of fear was like glue, sticking to all the joints in his body.
At the same time, the people of Longxing Tianxia crowded in the alley also felt the terrifying power.
"Not good! The boss is going to open up!"
"Get ready to open——"
Before the word "group" was uttered, a purple flame swept through the entire alley like thunder.
Dozens of players were reduced to ashes in an instant, with not even an inch of ashes left!
The walls on both sides felt as if they had been blown by dragon's breath, leaving a wide gap!
Huddled in the shadows, the Goblin stared blankly at the fearful demon standing in the flames. No sound could be made from his throat, and his hands and feet were trembling and unable to move.
They didn't know what happened, but in the blink of an eye, their wall disappeared, and then they couldn't move...
At this moment, above their heads, the ten-meter-high building began to tilt toward the alley because it lost half of its load-bearing wall.
Amidst the screams of the goblins, the two buildings collapsed towards the middle, forming an arch bridge in the billowing dust.
Zacro's figure flashed, and his body that swelled to two meters in height was already standing dozens of meters away.
The passing guard raised his gun in fear and aimed at him. Before he could pull the trigger, he lost the part below his knees and fell to the ground screaming in a pool of blood.
The blood spread to his ankles, and the ferocious-looking Zacro was completely red-eyed.
A magic crystal tank rushed onto the street. Before he could raise the muzzle and aim near him, the turret was blown off by a roaring claw.
The armor steel mixed with chromium looks like paper in front of this guy!
"You all die!" Zacro roared, and Yousen's gaze fell on the lord's mansion not far away. The fragile barrier almost broke into snowflakes as soon as it came into contact with his sight.
He originally thought that the people from the Ministry of Truth were waiting there, but instead of smelling the disgusting smell of death, he smelled a familiar smell...
Zacro, who fell into madness, was stunned for a moment, and then a ferocious smile appeared on his face.
I see...
"Hahahaha! Luo Yan! You must think you have won, right?! Hahahaha! So naive!!"
It seems that your respected mentor is still thinking about you.
Dead people can't enter the parliament——
We have to leave here anyway, so it doesn't hurt to be used by that old thing again!
Hearing the harsh laughter, Luo Yan's expression changed slightly.
It wasn’t entirely because of that guy’s power, let alone what Zakro said, but there was a smell about this guy that was... familiar to him?
"Mad Whisperer...how is that possible?!"
This is a magical city!
Under the nose of the demon god Bayeri!
And isn’t that thing very contagious?
Why——
He was puzzled, and there were thousands of thoughts in his mind, and he deduced countless possibilities in an instant.
While he was stunned, in a dark alley two streets away from the Lord's Mansion, a rotten coffin board leaning in the garbage suddenly opened a crack, and then a faint green light floated out of the crack.
The deep netherworld energy is like a firefly, bringing a ray of light to this oppressive darkness.
The surrounding goblins moved their necks with difficulty and cast stunned glances at the silent coffin.
This thing...
When was it put here?
No one knows.
In their impression, what was sleeping there was just a piece of rotten wood, and no one cared about it at all.
Just when the goblins were at a loss, the rotten coffin suddenly exploded with a bang, and the thick door panel was like a kicked-off wooden door, sweeping out a smooth passage from the garbage pile.
The sound of soft leather heels hitting the ground was heard, and a slender and tall figure appeared under the shadow of the coffin.
His face is as pale as jade, and his handsome features exude a cold air. The slightly messy dark purple hair on his forehead is swaying gently in the windless night, teasing his slowly opening purple pupils, like black clouds blowing over the purple moon.
The wind stopped for a moment.
The night froze my breath.
The surroundings are all quiet, as if to welcome the king who rules the night, no one dares to be disrespectful.
Zacro, who was laughing maniacally, suddenly felt a chill running down his spine, and then a bone-deep cold climbed up his ankles, silently grabbing his beating heart.
There is something hiding in that darkness!
And stare at him!
He was like a frightened beast, staring ferociously at the night curtain.
Before he could see clearly what it was, a swarm of bats covering the sky flew over his head.
Zacro took a step back in fear, spread the wings behind him, turned around and ran away without a second's hesitation!
However, as soon as his wings unfolded, several bloody spears fell from the sky, piercing the two wings behind him like lightning, and pinned him firmly to the ground amid a burst of screams!
Zacro let out a roar of pain, twisted around and shattered the blood spear holding his wings. He ducked across several streets and tried to distance himself. As soon as his heels landed, he saw a slender figure waiting at the entrance of the alley ten meters away.
So fast!
This guy's strength might be as strong as a master!
Who is it? !
Festing? !
No——
That aura is not a shadow demon!
It looks a bit like... a vampire? !
Zacro's pupils suddenly shrank, purple flames circulated throughout his body, and traces of heat emitted from under the fangs hanging on his lips, tightening every nerve in his body.
As the sound of soft leather heels approached, he finally saw the face in the shadow clearly.
Almost at the same time, the scarlet pupils were finally filled with despair.
"You are——"
"Roxey Colin."
The man standing at the end of the alley gracefully took off his gloves and threw them in front of the trembling Zacro.
"You seem to have taken advantage of my daughter, probably last year."
Looking at the gloves lying in front of him, Zacro swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said in a hoarse voice.
"That was a misunderstanding...she insisted on dragging my child...I actually...didn't want to cause trouble..."
Roxelle looked at him silently, then tilted his chin and turned his gaze to the Lord's Mansion not far away.
"What about this? How do you want to explain it?"
"Explain..."
Feeling the pressure of silence, Zacro gritted his teeth, almost breaking them.
It’s not just fear.
His heart was filled with more humiliation!
As the former head of the Dragon family and an elder who has ruled behind the scenes for a century, even Caesar Colin, this guy's father, has never spoken to him like this, and a mere junior dares to jump in front of him!
If he hadn't delayed his cultivation by studying the method of becoming a god, he would have broken through the Amethyst level bottleneck with his soul foundation!
"Don't be too damn arrogant! A master who has just broken through, do you think I will be afraid of you!"
Zacro roared fiercely, the muscles on his face twitching, trying to overwhelm him in terms of momentum.
"And...I'm helping you! A strong and ambitious illegitimate son, do you think he will thank you for letting him go? Sooner or later, he will get back everything you owe him! And you His biological daughter, your biological son... Do you think he will let them go? "
"Get out of here if you know what to do! And... Goligo Sauron has already acquiesced, who the hell are you as the heir who has not yet taken over?!"
Roxelle shook his head slightly and looked at Elder Zacro, who was panting like a trapped animal. A rare decisiveness appeared on his indecisive face, just like frost quietly covering the gentle lake surface, hiding the warm snow under the ice.