A dragon raised at birth

Chapter 511 Brother and Sister

Wow!

A loud cry sounded in the ancient and magnificent palace, and the Winged King Sinbad fell from the sky and hurried into the palace. All the attendants who passed along the way paid the highest respect, but this The king was in no mood to pay attention to them.

"Congratulations, Wang, you have an extra sister!"

In the snow-white silk swaddle, the winged baby girl who has been cleaned is lying in the swaddle, curiously looking at the world in front of her, those bright eyes meet Diablo, and then the baby girl's face suddenly reveals with a bright smile.

"Sinbad!"

The male Winged Man who had been guarding the bed for a long time looked nervously at his incomparably outstanding son.

Just a year ago, when he was discussing the origin of life with his wife, his wife won the bid to become pregnant again.

Not knowing what kind of psychology it was, he began to try his best to conceal the news that his wife was pregnant, not wanting his eldest son to know.

But what should come will always come. On the day when his wife was about to give birth, his eldest son came with the wind, and he didn't know why he was nervous.

"Father, is this my sister? It's cute!"

Diablo looked at the baby girl in the swaddle, with an extremely forced smile on his face, then turned and left, not wanting to stay for a moment longer.

There is no reason, just too speechless.His eldest wife, Ophelia, who is about to become a god of the universe, is so vicious.

When he asked his wife for help and asked for help, Ophelia, after asking seriously, planned to follow Diablo and descend to the Nine Realms in the same way.

There is no problem here, the problem lies in the identity of the descendant.Because of the principle of following the same path as Diablo, his wife is now his sister.

However, Diablo's act of turning his head and leaving has a different meaning in the eyes of others. Every move of a big man will always be magnified and interpreted, thinking that there must be some deep meaning in it, and then some smart guys will follow their own To understand means to act.

But they are targeting a near-god being, even if she is just a baby now, in her infancy, it is not something some bums can easily handle.

As a result, a big drama was staged in the archipelago. Wang's parents gave birth to a baby girl privately while concealing the king. After Wang knew about it, he turned his head and left after only one glance.

Undoubtedly, the king didn't like the existence of this baby girl, so someone who relieved Wang's worries took action, and then just like in the legend, even if it was a baby, the guy with bad intentions was killed.

Later, the baby girl showed a cultivation talent comparable to or even surpassed that of the king at that time. When the king was only learning to fly, she had already defeated all the adult winged warriors in the tribe and gained a large number of followers.

At this time, there was a trend of splitting in the archipelago. The two winged men with the same bloodline made the archipelago turbulent and undercurrent without expressing their attitude.

"Ophelia, look at you, what good deeds have you done, why do you have to be my biological sister?"

Diablo's mental power enveloped the archipelago, monitoring every move of all living beings, and preventing any sudden abnormal phenomenon at a certain moment, which would have a bad influence on him.

"You are no better than me. As long as you come forward to clarify the trouble here, it will disappear naturally."

"But that's too boring!"

"Since you want to have fun, what do you think of the next scene where the younger sister banished the elder brother?"

"?? What did you say?"

boom -

What greeted Diablo was a slender and petite palm with five fingers, but although this palm was small, it enveloped everything in front of Diablo's eyes and sealed off the possibility of him avoiding it.

Snapped--

Diablo went up to him with a backhand, and slammed his palms together, causing a huge wave, and the majestic and towering palace collapsed immediately, turning into ruins strewn with rocks.

But Diablo's body flew upside down under this palm, as if he was invincible to his young sister, at least, in the eyes of the Winged Warriors who came around.

As a result, there was a strange silence on the island, and none of the Winged Warriors who should have taken up arms to defend the majesty of their king moved at this time.

After all, the situation in front of them is nothing more than a family dispute in some respects. They can solve this kind of matter by themselves, and outsiders who have nothing to do with them should not intervene casually.

In short, with this or that idea in mind, Sinbad the Winged King, who has been in power for less than 20 years, was exiled for his younger but more powerful sister, just like the legend described the same.

"I'll be back!"

On the day he was exiled, the Wingman King swore such an oath on a reef at the edge of the archipelago, and then left the sea and headed for land with the Wingman warriors who were willing to follow him.

The change of power in the archipelago kingdom was naturally noticed by the gods who have been paying attention here for a long time. They were puzzled and surprised, but also mixed with some troubles.

The one who was puzzled was naturally the queen who was younger than the Winged King Sinbad. Judging by her performance, she was obviously a demigod, but I didn't see any gods entering and leaving the islands during this period, but how could ordinary Winged people To give birth to such a monster?

The gods who paid attention to this place were puzzled, but what made them happy was that the arrogant king who was driven out by his sister was wandering, and this most desolate state was the most convenient to recruit.

"The world is so big, I want to see it!"

Facing the solicitation of the gods, the expelled king answered in this way, and then he set foot on land and officially began to travel in the Nine Realms ruled by the gods.

And without any scruples, the magnificent scenery of Liaoning, a big world, came oncoming, allowing him to see the unique characteristics of this world.

Human and God mixed together!

For the mortals of the Nine Realms, the gods are not a particularly rare existence. If they are lucky, in some specific places, they can even look up at the face of the gods every day.

And the inevitable consequence of mixing humans and gods is chaos!The gap between humans and gods is really too great, to the point that even if some gods have good intentions in their hearts, their unintentional actions can make all kinds of mortals die.

But even if the gods like to wander around indiscriminately, compared to the vastness of the Nine Realms, it is only a drop in the ocean, and some mortals may not be able to meet a god once in their lifetime.

However, the mixed life of humans and gods has brought a huge number of mixed-race demigods, and these are the root causes of the chaos in the Nine Realms.

Chapter 512 God Hunter

Under the shroud of the dark night, the villagers who had worked all day dragged their tired bodies into the dreamland, and they at the bottom could only find some peace in their sleep at night, but no one wanted them to be a good dream.

In the thatched hut, the faces of almost all the villagers who fell asleep were distorted. Their expressions were painful, as if they were dreaming of something extremely terrifying. Their limbs struggled with fear, but they still couldn't wake up, let alone Escaped the nightmare.

"It's such a weak creature. It's just so sad that it can't break free!"

On a small mound adjacent to the farm, an exceptionally handsome young man admired the eight moons above his head and sighed sincerely. He could vaguely see wisps of mist pouring into his nostrils under the light of the moonlight. Let his face show a comfortable color.

"If they are pathetic because they are weak, then what are you who play with their dreams? Do you only bully weak waste? Isn't it even more pathetic."

A disdainful sneer sounded, causing the young man who was playing with the farmer's dream to suddenly turn his head and look in the direction of the disdainful sneer.

Then, he saw a young man with wings growing from his back, who was as handsome as a god. The moment he saw this young man, his body trembled instinctively, so he turned his head and wanted to run away.

But it was too late, when he had just changed direction, he found that young man appeared in front of him again, with a sneering face close at hand, as if he was looking at a piece of garbage that would only bully the weak.

"What are you running? Why don't you give it a try? Can you drag me into a dream?"

"Your Majesty, please forgive my sins, I am willing to atone!"

The young man who played with the dreams of mortals knelt down without saying a word, and learned a lot from his experience.

"Besides this innate strength, what do you have compared to ordinary people? Even worse, you say they are pathetic, but I think you are pathetic."

The sneer on the young man's face became stronger. He didn't accept the young man's cries and wailing, and with a light tap of his hand, he directly ended his life.

Those who are naturally powerful, but absorb the life essence of mortals, are directly classified as monsters in the world of cultivating immortals, and they are the ones that righteous monks can draw their swords when they encounter them.

Diablo naturally wouldn't feel pity for such things sometimes, no matter how pitiful these guys were in front of him, it was the same.

"No, no, I haven't..."

The demigod who could play with dreams at will died in the hands of Diablo, and at the moment of his death, the glazed fire of the soul was ignited, completely squeezing out the value contained in this demigod.

seize!

Although there is no way to inherit 100%, but when the glazed fire burns out, the sparkling god crystal flickers, and after being incorporated into Diablo's body, he has mastered the ability to enter the dream.

This is the conclusion he reached after he left the sea, landed on land, and clashed with another demigod during a trip.

In fact, he also had an idea, which is why he made such an attempt. His Glazed Fire and Scarlet Flame both deprive the essence of the soul and body of living beings, and then take it for his own use.

And for a demigod who has inherited divine blood, the most essential part is of course knowing the divine power of the father or mother.

So, after tasting the sweetness, Diablo embarked on the road of hunting gods, began to hunt and kill demigods, collected their abilities, and combined them into one body.

This kind of behavior is indeed a bit eye-catching, so Diablo will ask again and again before making a move. Those demigods who are lonely and like to toss and destroy everywhere are the first choice. Even if such a guy is killed, there are not many people. If you are willing to help them avenge, you will die in vain.

But even so, there is a great risk. No matter how evil they are, they are still the children of the gods. Their death may attract the attention of their parents.

Although the vast majority of demigod fathers or mothers are bastards who don't care about their children, they are not numb to the point where they don't even care about their own children's death for no reason.

However, Diablo doesn't have to worry about such problems for the time being. One is that he hasn't killed enough demigods to attract the attention of truly powerful gods.

The second thing is that many of the abilities he plundered can hide his breath and change his appearance, so he can avoid tracking and be safe for the time being.

"Next person!"

Although it has not been confirmed, Diablo has a vague feeling that he should be being targeted now, and a group of not weak gods are tracking him, but they have not caught his hands and feet yet.

This is just a feeling, but Diablo believes in his own feeling, because as he devours more and more demigods, his perception in many aspects becomes clearer, like a mortal who has cleared the fog in front of him The same, suddenly see the light.

However, even knowing that the danger was approaching, Diablo did not give up his plan to hunt and kill demigods. Instead, he planned to speed up his pace and slaughter all the demigods he knew.

After all, there are almost no good guys among these guys who are born with powerful power. It is good enough to honestly not use their own power to oppress and bully other ordinary things.

"After the world is shattered, where should these ordinary people go?"

Before going to hunt, Diablo turned his eyes to the village not far away, which had already broken free from the shadow of the nightmare. An idea popped up in his mind, but he quickly suppressed it by himself.

This is not his world, and he is not a god king. It is not up to him to worry about ordinary life and death.

The night still shrouded the sky, and the darkness that belonged to the demigods of the nine realms descended. Those children of gods who used to rely on the majesty of the gods to do their best, now suffered unprecedented disasters.

They were regarded as prey and were hunted down. After death, they were burned from soul to body, leaving only the purest crystallization of divine power, which became the food for improving others.

At the beginning, there were only a small number of Godhunters, demigods and gods knew about it.

But as more and more demigods died, the actions of fellow god hunters became more and more rampant. Almost all demigods knew that there was an existence comparable to a god, hunting them down.

There are demigods who are terrified, but also demigods who have talent and strength comparable to gods are excited. They are gearing up and preparing to use it as their own god's trial. They want to successfully complete the anti-kill and then gain the favor of the god king.

Chapter 513 Golden King

In the palace made of gold and beautiful jade, luxurious gemstones and sparkling jade bricks are dotted among them, grand yet exquisite, magnificent yet beautiful.

In this one.In the depths of the extremely luxurious palace, a man with a shirtless upper body sat on a golden throne in the deepest part of the palace like a god.

Golden King, Aloros

The son of the god of war in the heavens, the blood of the most warlike gods flows in his body, and because of his mother, he has loved to enjoy since he was a child, pursuing the ultimate, from food to living, from cultivation to opponents, no matter what, he wants to Want the best.

"Are you waiting for me?"

Some curious voices sounded, and the moment he heard the voice, the excited and excited Golden King slowly opened his eyes, golden divine light burst out from his eyes, illuminating the whole place in an instant. A dazzling shrine.

"You are finally here, you dare to hunt the gods!"

The Golden King stared at the existence with six wings stretched out in front of him, and the excitement in his heart was beyond words, because his father who lived in the highest God Realm had told him that as long as he could kill the God Hunter, even if he did not participate in the Trial of God, You can also get the promotion of God King.

For Wang, who wanted to be as powerful as his father day and night, this was an irresistible temptation, no matter the tasks that needed to be completed or the rewards he would eventually get, he wanted it all.

"Sure enough, aren't you running?"

Diablo stared at the powerful demigod in front of him. It was undeniable that his power was indeed very powerful. Just the scattered power created a field covering a radius of a hundred miles.

As for the creatures entering this field, as long as they are weaker than the Golden King, their bodies will undergo irreversible golden transformation, and finally turn into a golden statue that has the ability to think but cannot move.

Such a fate is undoubtedly extremely miserable for mortals, but for Diablo, it is nothing at all. Such suppression and assimilation are like gentle wind and drizzle to him, so there is no need to care about it at all.

"Run? I am the King of Gold, Aloros. After hearing my name, shouldn't you be the one who should run away?"

The man whose hair was drawn like golden silk laughed. He stretched out his hand and pointed forward. There were large and small ripples in the space behind him like a lake, and a divine sword forged like gold burst out. .

Gold Sword Hidden!

In the blink of an eye, everything in front of Diablo's eyes was filled with golden swords. These gleaming war swords have the sharpness to tear apart all substances in the world.

But it can only tear apart the matter that exists inside the world. For Diablo who came from outside the world, he has no less than a hundred ways to receive this simple and unpretentious range attack.

And after starting the God Hunting activity, he couldn't even count how many ways he could receive this simple mentally retarded attack.

It's nothing more than a comparison of strength, purely overwhelming people with strength, without any technical content.The simplest and most brainless solution is to suppress it with force, use the other's way, and return the other's body.

This is the coolest way, so Diablo did the same. He also stretched out his hand, and he made the same gesture as the opposite Golden King, and then, the space behind him rippled.

As if cast from crystal, the number of crystal swords that reflected the colorful brilliance was more than that of the golden keys, and the power carried in them was also faintly stronger than those golden swords.

Then, accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of metal tearing and crystal cracking, the entire hall was filled with divine swords shining with different luster, and the shattered wreckage of the divine swords quickly piled up on the ground.

But the difference is that the shattered crystals will slowly melt away, but the golden sword will always exist, because it is a divine sword forged from real matter.