Comprehensive Manga: Sharingan Technique, Starting from Daily Episodes

The shocking incident is still brewing.

The deeds of the Kingdom of God and Nazarick began to spread towards the corner of the end of the world.

Divided by the center of the core continent, it crosses the root of the world in the east of the extreme north and reaches the northernmost part.

Corresponding to the easternmost part where the Platinum Dragon King is located.

It is also the nest of a specific true dragon king.

A sharp airflow blew at the entrance of the nest, and the air seemed to turn into a steel knife, chopping the scales with a clanging sound.

The dragon king named Qicai woke up from a light sleep, and it slowly opened its eyes, and bright light flowed in it.

Although it has not seen the visitor yet, it has confirmed its identity.

The guy with a sharp breath like a sword, looking at all the creatures known, only one dragon has it.

The Qicai Dragon King stretched out his wings.

Under its left wing, a huge female monster lay.

This is the most beautiful woman that it specially plundered from a Warcraft tribe in the outer continent.

Her abdomen bulged with abnormal proportions, and a new hybrid life was bred in it.

I don’t know if it will succeed this time.

A trace of inquiry flashed in the eyes of the Seven-Colored Dragon King.

It has a lust that transcends all races, and has been enjoying it for hundreds of years.

Even from the simple dragon nature of lust, it has transformed into another kind of pleasure in creating life.

That is, what kind of existence can be born through its true dragon bloodline by combining with other races.

——Combining with dragons, combining with sub-humans, combining with humans, etc.

As long as a finished product that satisfies it is completed, it will look for the next target.

I hope this will succeed.

After all, there are still relatively few Warcraft women who can withstand its system, just like humans more than a hundred years ago.

Thinking of this, it flapped its wings and flew out of the nest.

A few hundred meters away in the sky, there is a small steel island hanging, with jagged protrusions all over its body, which is completely different from the appearance of other true dragon kings.

It is like a Tyrannosaurus Rex with wings.

The back, the edge of the wings, the outside of the arms, the dragon tail and other places are covered with sword-like protrusions with interlaced teeth.

They are amber and dark brown, with sharp and irregular edges, like axes and knives in the Stone Age.

Their true appearance is 367 dragon scales that grow into the shape of this mineral giant sword.

This is one of the existing true dragon kings, the Thousand Blade Dragon King with a strong offensive.

Although dragons can stand upright, they like...even get used to standing on their feet to move and fight, and this is probably the only true dragon king.

"What do you want from me?"

Although they are old acquaintances, looking at the uninvited Qianren, it has no intention of inviting him to its home.

"Are you still doing such a lowly thing?"

The Qianren Dragon King's mental power swept through the nest and detected a breath that did not belong to a dragon.

Of course, there was also a breath from the Seven-Colored Dragon King.The strong smell of magic beasts.

It really doesn't understand this remaining companion. It obviously has the noble blood of the True Dragon King, but always looks for races that are lower than them.

"What do you know."

The Seven-Colored Dragon King was too lazy to explain. After hundreds of years of sarcasm and abuse, the heart of this lecherous dragon had long been numb.

"If you just come to me to say this, then go back to your home."

Seeing that he was completely rotten, the Thousand Blade Dragon King forced himself to hold back the thought of fighting, and felt very disappointed.

"As a True Dragon King, are you really going to continue to degenerate?"

"If you really have nothing to say, then I'll go back to sleep."

The Seven-Colored Dragon King made a move to leave.

"You...!!"

The words that the Thousand Blade Dragon King had not yet finished were stuck in his throat. Looking at the hateful face of the Seven-Colored Dragon King, he really wanted to spit it to death with a breath.

Forget it.

Anyway, the nature of this colored dragon was known hundreds of years ago, and there is no point in being serious now.

It snorted and changed the subject.

"Platinum... and the events of those human kingdoms on the continent, you have heard about it."

The Seven-Colored Dragon King responded to this with a slightly confused expression.

To be honest.

It has not left the nest for two months.

It is in hard work almost every day.

"You guy..."

The Thousand Blade Dragon King twisted his neck, and the metal scales made a harsh friction sound.

It was about to hold back its anger. If it wasn't for the fact that the other party was also a true dragon king, it would definitely pierce his heart with thousands of blades!

It took a long time for it to calm down and explain to the Seven-Colored Dragon King.

From the accident of the Platinum Dragon King to the sudden changes in the Kingdom of God and Nazarick on the human side.

It was as if it was active in the human kingdom.

The Thousand-Blade Dragon King described the major events that were constantly fermenting one by one.

After listening to everything.

It seemed to recover from the shock after a while.

The Seven-Colored Dragon King rarely put away his frivolity and showed a heavy expression: "I never thought that such a situation would happen."

The Thousand-Blade Dragon King then said: "Your relationship with Platinum is so bad, maybe you are happy."

The Seven-Colored Dragon King shrugged when he heard it.

Because its preferences did conflict with the son of the Dragon Emperor with the purest bloodline.

The Seven-Colored Dragon King sighed.

"Even if there were many frictions in the past, we are all true Dragon Kings after all. There are fewer and fewer old friends. What is there to be happy about?"

"It seems that you also understand the situation of Bai Jin."

The Thousand Blade Dragon King muttered to himself, and then said with certainty:

"That guy will never submit to the filth of the Dragon Emperor. Most likely, he has become a... walking corpse that can only be sent to do things."

"There is no doubt that this is the filth of the Dragon Emperor that has attacked again."

The Seven-Colored Dragon King was silent.

This result made it, as a true dragon king, feel palpitations.

The Dragon Emperor's filth has been around for a hundred years.

And since it was able to deal with Platinum, the son of the Dragon Emperor, the level of filth this time was obviously different from before.

No wonder Qianren came to find it specially.

But to be honest, it didn't want to get involved.

"But according to the information I got, it seems that the filth this time is just a single powerful individual."

Not seeing that the Seven-Colored Dragon King had retreated, Qianren Dragon King continued to speak.

"So what are you going to do?" (To read the violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

The Seven-Colored Dragon King asked.

Every true dragon king has a clear understanding of the combat effectiveness of filth. The chaos of the Eight Desire Kings in those days is still vivid in their minds.

"Gather all the power of the True Dragon King to clean up the filth of this century."

Below these words, the Thousand Blade Dragon King exuded strong confidence.

But facing this confidence, the Seven-Colored Dragon King was not affected by the emotions at all.

"Oh, then you do your best."

Seven-Colored shook his tail, turned around and wanted to fly back to the nest.

"You're not going to help?"

"Help? What can I help with?"

The Seven-Colored Dragon King turned his head and said, "I'm not interested in seeking danger."

"Only one person!"

"Yes, there is only one person, but the other party cannot enslave this guy Bai Jin."

The Seven-Colored Dragon King laughed and said, "We both know Bai Jin's strength, and can you guarantee that no other dragon kings will be enslaved in the war?"

"......"

Seeing that the Thousand Blade Dragon King was speechless, the Seven-Colored Dragon King added one more point.

"And the most important point is that the Dragon Emperor Filth is not only powerful in strength, but also comes with powerful magic props... The Eight Desire Kings and the heroic captain of the Platinum Plan are all like this."

"And those things called world-class props all have the ability to change the world. If you want to fight, you must bring out an existence of the same level... Do you have it?"

After all, he was the Seven-Colored Dragon King who founded the Dragon Kingdom.

With the help of the advanced intelligence of human forces, it knows a lot.

Because of this, it is particularly nervous about the powerful filth. []

It still can't forget the war period of the Eight Desire Kings.

The grand scene of countless terrifying magic circles and the world-class props that completely changed the situation of the war.

Right now.

The result of that slavery is either due to the strength that is stronger than the True Dragon King, or the world-class props!

The Thousand Blade Dragon King shook his head.

The Seven-Colored Dragon King turned around and left decisively.

Looking at the Seven-Colored Dragon King who really left, it was heartbroken again.

"Have you lost even the last bit of pride?"

"Pride?"

The Seven-Colored Dragon KingStopping in mid-air, his face covered with scales was full of contempt.

"I completely threw away that kind of thing as early as the Eight Desire Kings period. You did the same, and everyone in Shengtian Chang'an did the same. Why do you think we survived as the only remaining True Dragon King? I don't have so many ideas. As long as I survive to the end, that's enough."

Qianren was furious.

There was pain points being touched, and there was also dissatisfaction from the Seven-Colored True Dragon King's irresponsible behavior as his strength grew.

"If the filth is rampant, do you really think there will be room for survival? There are not enough fellow tribesmen now that can make the filth ignore our existence! Since he didn't let Bai Jin go, he will definitely not let us go!"

The Seven-Colored Dragon King was very open-minded about this.

"Who can say for sure about that? Besides, this world is so big, there will always be a place for us to stay."

"Anyway, if you are here to visit a friend, then I welcome you. If you want to persuade me to fight against the filth with you, I will not risk my life unless you can find a world-class item."

"Coward!"

After giving an angry evaluation, the Thousand Blade Dragon King did not attack his companions.

——Boom!

But under the emission of countless blade magic, the rocks under his feet immediately exploded into pieces like thousands of knives.

Then it turned and flew to another direction.

There are more than one real dragon king.

Outside the continent.

Located slightly southwest of the center of the world.

There is an area called the deserted city of Dolor.

This is a very vast desert, but because some areas maintain a certain amount of precipitation, more races, including monsters, live here.

A large kingdom basically composed of scorpion people, a small kingdom of wind demons, and other subhuman tribes are built here.

There are also humans among them, but in front of these monsters, they have always been regarded as captive food.

Naturally, when a girl with the appearance of a human child appears in such a monster-ridden area, she will inevitably be stared at with greedy eyes.

But when these monsters who regard the girl as meat on the plate in their eyes glance at the terrifying skeleton next to her, their greedy eyes turn into fear.

Even if they cannot feel the essence of magic power.

The ruler of death wearing a wizard robe exudes the aura of a strong man.

Being able to be with such a being, the girl beside him is naturally not a human, but a vampire.

"Satoru."

Feeling the gazes of the monsters, the vampire girl named Keno Faslis Inberon could not help but shrink further towards the ruler of death.

The ruler of death named Suzuki Satoru heard the girl's call, and the flames that seemed to be burning in his skull eye sockets as his eyes turned to look at the other monsters around him.

"Your rude gazes, don't you know that they have affected my companions? Pay attention to me for a moment."

"Despair Aura - LV1!"

With a snap of his fingers, an invisible magic instantly spread around.

The air of despair swept through.

As if facing life and death, all the monsters instantly knelt on the ground, no longer daring to look at the two.

So, the ruler of death continued to walk towards the destination with the girl.

Until they arrived at the hotel room, Keno fell directly on the bed.

"I'm so tired! And this place doesn't look very friendly."

Listening to the girl's words, Suzuki Satoru smiled gently and said, "After all, the monsters in the desert area will be different from those outside. ”

Suzuki Satoru took off his robe and changed into completely different clothes in an instant.

The robe he just wore has the effect of quick change of clothes due to the unique magic props from YGGDRASIL.

This is something that he still finds very convenient after coming to this world for nearly two hundred years.

This is the benefit of his time travel as a "player".

The ruler of death, Suzuki Satoru, thought so in his heart.

Of course, in this world view, he should also have the resounding name of Bone King and Ainz Ooal Gown..