"That's not right," the little princess of Yufeng's line shook her head: "There is no dust on the ground here. How can it be possible to raise such a large amount of dust?"
Aloz was taken aback when she heard the words, and Magdal's expression on the side changed slightly. She squatted down and rubbed her hand on the ground, then gently rubbed it, and then her thin eyebrows wrinkled.
"Sure enough, it's broken, there is a problem in it."
"It must be the cunning crohorn of Akentu," Aloz had already jumped and cursed. The dragon and the devil were originally one of the dead enemies, not to mention that she had suffered a lot from each other in Tauchik before. He had a great prejudice against the Lord of Purgatory: "It must be nearby, and it has attacked Magdal before."
Huang Huo didn't answer, but just threw the thing in his hand to the ground in front of him: "There is still it."
Aloz and Magdal looked closely, only to find that Phoenix Fire was still holding the corpse of a strange creature. She threw the creature to the ground, and a pair of scarlet fleshy wings appeared behind the scrawny monster.
"This is a secondary demon!"
"Sure enough, it's the guy from Akentu," Xiaomulong's expression changed: "What about the others, where is the human woman from Delphine?"
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Hundreds of millions of stars gathered together and hung in the dark space, but reflected a faint breath of death.
In the vicinity, almost all the planets were fragmented, and the light of the stars appeared dim. Occasionally, broken asteroids drifted past Brando, and the breath of time and space no longer seemed so vibrant on it. Even Frofa and the others—or dragons—can be clearly seen nearby. It can be felt that this country, which was once a perfect country, is now beginning to decay.
Just as the dusk of the gods descends.
Although Brando can already touch the true meaning of the power of existence, the extreme plain displayed by the power of time and space is also flawless. In fact, this degree of kingdom-has surpassed the experience of his previous life. At least he hadn't seen any player or NPC who could describe such a pure rule.
Although the level of power is still not high, and even not as good as his own power level in the Silver Body Age, his strength cannot be the same. At least Brando knew very well in his heart that if he were to fight with himself in the heyday of the past in his current state, he might win more and lose less.
In other words, a player in the sage domain can defeat a player with a civilized silver body only by relying on the law. Such information must be placed in the past and it will definitely cause a sensation among players. It means that most players have taken an irreversible detour on this road. If that is the case, I don't know how many people have to delete their numbers and re-train.
However, no matter how pure and perfect power is, there is always a beginning and an end. After all, he is not a god, and can only be regarded as a mortal. Perhaps it is the best among mortals, but it is far from the realm of omniscience and omnipotence.
Therefore, when the power of his own law begins to dry up, his kingdom will inevitably be shaken.
In fact, even if it was supported to the present, it was enough to surprise him. This was actually a lot longer than he expected. For a while, Brando even wondered if the Frofa and others on the opposite side did not do their best.
But the corpses of two giant dragons floating not far away tells everything. No one would joke about their lives, even if their souls were enslaved by the Twilight Dragon.
Soon, he understood where the problem was.
Brando actually faintly felt that the world was tolerating his own power. To be precise, he felt that the world was continuously transforming the dark magic and transmitting it to himself. When he raises his power to the peak state, this transmission will become especially obvious, because the magic flood in the void will suddenly increase, and this feeling can not help but remind him of the scene he saw in the elemental barrier. .
There is no doubt that this is the effect of Martha's Tiamat law, but it is a little different now. The Tiamat law in Brando's memory is more gentle. It tends to change magic power rather than enslaving magic power. But here, Brando feels that compulsiveness is very obvious.
It is an absolute order, majestic and solemn, which makes people look up.
Brando's breath was slightly uneven, and at the same time he looked at the corpses of two giant dragons suspended in the void not far away. They were a silver dragon and a black dragon, and the corpses were riddled with holes. Brando knew in his heart that these dragon races in front of him were not their own will to be enemies. If possible, he tried his best to be unwilling to kill, but obviously, there were not many possible choices left for him on the battlefield.
He also couldn't dominate this battlefield. The nine-headed dragon's cooperation made him tired. If he kept his hands a little bit, the corpse left here might not belong to anyone.
But even so, he chose to avoid Frofa as much as possible, or at least not to cause fatal damage to the opponent-Brando knew what Frofa meant to Aloz. However, this point quickly made the other side aware that Frofa can be regarded as a genius of the new generation even among the dragons. She was able to be the partner of the new generation of golden dragons like Aloz, absolutely not because of accident.
But when this kind of wisdom was manifested on the opponent, Brando felt a headache. The opponent took the initiative to choose a life-threatening style of play several times. He could see that this dragon girl was really not even in a state of slavery. Wanting to die is purely because you have seen through your own weakness.
But he couldn't ignore this weakness.
For this reason, the dragons' defenses quickly stabilized, and in turn, Brando himself became clumsy. The battle reached its final juncture in a short period of time. Brando felt that his country was crumbling, and the dragons on the side of Frofa were naturally aware of this.
But with the exception of a few people, the anxious look on the face, including Frofa, was still greater than the joy—not just because they were dragged on here for too long. In fact, at this time Frofa was not too surprised to win or lose, but what she was really worried about was her alliance—at least the nominal alliance, the demon known as the Lord of Purgatory.
Akentu deceived them language from the beginning, or they would not fall into this kind of hard fight, and the demons would obviously not deceive meaninglessly—even if they were always chaotic and evil, they would not deliberately deceive them. The friendly forces sent to the front to die.
The other party must be conspiring, Frofa had already smelled a strong conspiracy, but when she was anxious, she still didn't know which party the conspiracy was aimed at.
At this time, the outcome of the battle is actually irrelevant to both parties in the battle.
The dragon girl stopped first.
She took a breath, and glanced at Brando with a strange look-although she didn't know why this ridiculously powerful young human being would bear with herself everywhere, but obviously, the other party seemed to have no intention of killing them. It's so heavy as expected.
Said it may not be possible to talk about it.
She thought to herself, and then said in a cold tone: "Human, stop for a while."
Brando naturally wished to have a moment to catch his breath. In fact, at this time he also saw that the fighting spirit of these dragons was fading. This made him a little surprised. The Dragon of Twilight—or the way that Roman enslaves these dragons is very peculiar, and they can still maintain a large degree of independent thinking—except for being loyal to the Dragon of Twilight.
Therefore, as soon as Frofa stepped back, he stopped when he heard the words, and said, "What's the matter?"
"Humans, although we have our own business," Frofa replied: "But now this battle is clearly indistinguishable. If you want to come outside, your men have cleaned up the void beasts, but you should see it. Come out, it’s impossible for you to keep us."
"If you do your best, I'm afraid it's okay to leave one or two." Brando replied unwillingly.
"It's true, but all you can get is the corpse," the girl said coldly, as if she was explaining something completely unrelated to her: "I can see that although I don't know why, you don't Willing to be the killer, in that case, I suggest that we take a step back."
"Let you leave, what good is it for me?" Brando delayed for time, but the other party brazenly used his weakness, which is really sharp, he couldn't help but look at the dragon girl weirdly At a glance, she didn't seem to realize that she had such potential before.
"You don't need to tell me that you know that there is an Akentu in the dark that is calculating you. Although we are barely in the same camp as the disgusting demon, it does not mean that we are willing to be used as pawns. And now I extremely doubt its loyalty to its owner, and I believe you should be happy to see infighting between us."
"In that case, why don't you, Miss Frofa,?" Brando had just spoken, and was interrupted coldly by Frofa: "Human, I know what you think, but I suggest you better not touch this idea. I have already made the terms. We don’t like bargaining. You just need to show your attitude.”
She paused: "Either fight or fight, we don't mind."
Brando closed his mouth, but he said in his heart that the dragon race is not the one who likes to bargain the most. Why did he even lose his greatest hobby after he went to the Dragon of Twilight.
But even so, he nodded silently.
I have to say that although Frofa's proposal seems a bit ridiculous at the moment, every point hits the point and he has to consider it. And after careful consideration, he unexpectedly discovered that he did not seem to have many choices.
In fact, he was really worried about the demon who had been hiding in the dark.
The cunning sheephead devil, this is not just a title.
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