Bug Master In Doomsday

"You said my appearance is a perfect masterpiece?!"

Wang Mang asked in a hoarse voice. Before the patriarch could reply, he couldn't help but smiled and said: "For you, my appearance may be perfect, but for me as a human being, this appearance is really true. ..... Too ugly!"

The patriarch of the unihorn clan's eyes were round, and for a while, he retorted with excitement: "Holy! With all due respect, your original human body is not only low in combat power, but your paper-like fragile skin is simply vulnerable. Compared to your current scale armor soaked with holy blood every inch..."

The patriarch swallowed and did not dare to continue.

Wang Mang is also powerless to complain about the patriarch's aesthetics. After all, even the race is different. Can you still expect him to appreciate the beauty you think?

Wang Mang did not continue to discuss with him about his appearance. He glanced at the tied "human" woman, pointed at her, and asked the patriarch: "Patriarch, what is the origin of this woman? It looks like you are Want to tie him to that wooden stake and burn him to death with fire?"

The patriarch of the unicorn clan nodded with a grim face, staring at the woman with an indomitable expression with a pair of faintly majestic eyes, and said coldly:

"This **** **** slave comes from a heretical group that hates our unicorn race. They will activate the worm armor hidden in the body when they fight, and their combat power can instantly increase several times.

But heresy is heresy, and the insect **** will not bless them. The day before yesterday we sent 8,000 troops and strangulated and wiped out more than a dozen large tribes in one fell swoop. The remaining few fish that slipped through the net ran into the deep mountains. Enter the Worm Valley! "

Hearing this, Wang Mang nodded suddenly, and then asked, "Then what's the matter with the tattoo on her arm? How long have you two races been hostile?"

There was a proud and proud expression on the face of the patriarch of the unicorn. "Holy, our unicorns have consolidated their position as the overlord of Worm Valley as early as 700 years ago. Why should these tribes who don't even have faith be equal to us?

The Tibetan Ling system is still barbaric. There are thousands of people in one tribe, and each tribe has a leader.

In the past 100 years, they have been in constant friction with our unicorns, and they have fought hundreds of wars, large and small. There are many heretics hostile to our clan, and this one is not bad!

However, this low slave dared to distort the image of our unicorn into a demonic-like evil, and tattooed on her arm in a rebellious manner. Only a fierce slave like her can wash away the dirt hidden in her heart! "

Zang Ting, who was firmly controlled by the four unicorn tribes, bowed her head and closed her eyes. After waiting for a long time, she discovered that she had not been sent to the burning pillar.

She lifted her pale green face, opened her eyes with a slightly frowned eyebrow, and looked at Wang Mang, who was nearly two meters tall, full of scaly bones, and scarlet blood eyes, with a pair of spring-like eyes with a little surprise.

She discovered for the first time that there really is a legendary saint!

The light blue scales with a little bit of starlight, the golden scales that shine like pure gold under the ribs and the center of the back, and the pale white bones, and the flexible and slender thorn tails like black pythons. Everywhere is so beautiful. , That every place showed his incomparably noble saint identity.

"Holy race! I am your most devout believer. Your glorious and stalwart image is the totem of our daily worship. Your brilliance allows me to lay down my life for you!"