Archdemon

The sharp and hard steel spikes were like dry firewood under Huo Ling's feet, and had no effect at all.

At the last moment of his life, the steel dragon still did not give up the counterattack. He roared vigorously and waved his limbs constantly.

The tail covered with barbs was also lashing constantly. The whipping of the steel dragon's tail, falling on Huo Ling's body, had no other effect except making a little sound.

"Roar!"

"Ah!"

The sound of the ancient steel dragon changed from roaring at the beginning, to screaming, and then to whimpering at the end.

The speed of the sound change was very fast, so fast that even the other metal dragons had no time to react.

When the smoke and dust in the sky dissipated, the poor ancient steel dragon had died at Huo Ling's feet.

Under the steel dragon, the originally hard mountain ground had been dug out a big hole by his limbs.

But this big pit did not save the life of the steel dragon. The neck of the ancient steel dragon had been completely broken by Huo Ling, and his life fire was extinguished by Huo Ling just like this neck.

The steel dragon looked into the distance with a dead look, which made the other dragons shudder.

Huo Ling's dragon feet moved away from the body of the steel dragon, and his dark red dragon eyes looked at the ancient metal dragons in the air.

At this moment, these ancient metal dragons also lost the desire to fight. Huo Ling's strength far exceeded their imagination.

Fear had been deeply planted in the hearts of these ancient dragons when the first ancient silver dragon died in battle.

Now, fear has officially taken root and shattered the morale of these metal dragons.

"Well done!"

Tiamat's excited voice echoed in the air. The mother of the evil dragon abandoned his opponent Torm and rushed towards the temples.

Obviously, compared to continuing to hold back the God of Loyalty, Torm, Tiamat is more interested in plundering the treasures in this temple complex.

Huo Ling's eyes were taken back from Tiamat and continued to focus on these ancient dragons.

The dark red dragon eyes were full of cold murderous intent, which forced the ancient dragons to gather together and flee backwards.

In the air, the angry God of Loyalty, Torm, roared and also chased Tiamat.

Seeing this scene, Huo Ling temporarily extinguished the idea of ​​​​taking care of these ancient metal dragons, but quickly restrained his breath.

Huo Ling's huge body quickly shrank, trying to lower his goal as much as possible.

Tiamat coveted the treasures in the Temple of Bahamut, and Huo Ling was also covetous.

This temple is very rich just from the outside, and there are even more valuable things after entering.

Compared to fighting, now is the time to plunder.

Tiamat's excited roar echoed over the entire temple complex, which obviously stimulated Torm's anger.

Horling would not be so unwise. After all, Torm was a god of medium power, and his fighting power should not be underestimated.

It was easy to defeat Torm, but it was difficult to kill him. Now if he was looting treasures, there was a guy like Torm interfering.

Then the speed of looting would inevitably decrease. He couldn't rob while being beaten.

Originally, Tiamat attracted Torm's attention more than Horling. Now Tiamat was roaring so loudly that it directly attracted Torm.

Would Torm not know about Horling's existence? Of course he knew.

But Torm didn't have the time and energy to deal with Horling now. Compared with Horling who made a fortune silently, Tiamat who was shouting at the top of his voice was a big trouble.

"Roar!!"

"Damn Bahamut!"

"Your treasure belongs to me now!"

Tiamat's voice was so loud that it shook the sky. His huge body shuttled through the temples one by one.

A large amount of expensive materials and treasures were collected by Tiamat.

Sometimes when he found a warehouse or a secret vault under the temple, he would quickly swing his claws or dragon head to attack, smash the defense, and then sweep away all the warehouses.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

"Hahaha!"

The whole airspace was filled with Tiamat's crazy laughter. The dragon mother was now very happy.

In the distance, in the airspace of Mochulia, various celestial legions were still on their way.

The fast-running legions had already started fighting with the projection of the dragon legion summoned by Tiamat in the sky.

There was fierce war everywhere. From time to time, celestials were killed, or the projection of the dragon was shattered and disintegrated into a ball of magic.

"Damn reptile!"

"Come and fight me!"

"You won't be so arrogant for too long. His Majesty Tyr is on his way!"

Loyal GodTorm's angry roars followed Tiamat all the time.

He waved his weapons to slow down Tiamat's search for treasures.

Even the ancient dragons that were driven away by Horling came to Tiamat and joined the battle, making Tiamat unbearable.

"Weak guy!"

"Don't provoke my anger again, or you will be torn to pieces by me!"

Tiamat's heads were roaring, and the roars of hatred resounded in the ears of all the ancient dragons and Torm.

The battle on Tiamat's side was extremely fierce, and the roars and aftermath of the battle swept across the entire temple complex.

Even with the delay of Torm and the ancient dragons, Tiamat could still harvest a lot of treasures.

Tiamat chose to ignore the attacks of Torm and his men. After all, getting beaten up could earn a lot of money, which was really worth it.

Compared to the bustling scene in Tiamat, Huo Ling's side seemed much calmer.

Huo Ling's figure had shrunk to a dragon man of two or three meters in height, and his figure quickly shuttled through the palaces.

The walls of these palaces were inlaid with some precious materials, and there were even more treasures inside the palaces.

Various treasures were worshipped under the statue of Bahamut. Originally, these treasures were used to show the glory of Bahamut, but now they have become Huo Ling's possessions.

Huo Ling's figure disappeared, and when he appeared again, he had already arrived in another palace.

As soon as he entered this palace, Huo Ling found something wrong. There was still Bahamut's consciousness on the statue here.

Huo Ling's face showed a smile, and he stared at the statue in front of him, as if he was looking at Bahamut.

In the statue, Bahamut's consciousness seemed to be in the lava that was about to erupt, and anger filled the heart of the platinum dragon god.

Bahamut didn't say anything. After Huo Ling looked for a while, he found the target, and then he puffed up his cheeks slightly.

"Hoo!"

A small flame dragon breath sprayed on the statue of Bahamut, burning the statue and expelling Bahamut's consciousness.