Sea of Skeletons in the Paradise of Gods

As the siege began, the body of the mechanical flying dragon continued to be dismantled.

It's true that his body is very strong, with dragon bloodline and various external mechanical armors, but now he has no energy and physical strength for him to use it.

With the concerted efforts of the ghosts, the Hunter's mechanical outer armor was torn apart, the two pairs of mechanical wings were dismantled, a large amount of blood was sprinkled from the sky, and pieces of valuable parts were thrown out randomly.

The mechanical flying dragon hunter roared to the sky. This dragon roar was particularly desperate and arrogant? Invincible? At this moment they all turned into nothingness.

He never thought that one day he would be in this situation.

In the past, neither the contract holders nor the violators were his enemies. Only some powerful beings among the indigenous people made him fearful. This is why he did not dare to disobey the one-eyed king.

The one-eyed king is not his opponent, but he is afraid of offending this guy and attracting a big guy. Who knows if there is a world boss standing behind the bronze tree.

But he was so powerful, and now he died here inexplicably, at the hands of a group of inhuman contractors.

The mechanical flying dragon lost its last bit of strength, and its entire body fell heavily downwards.

At this time, the bronze tree ghouls in the building were stunned. They did not expect that the terrifying flying dragon monster was actually solved by their own skeleton monster.

"It was the Silver King who injured the flying dragon monster before, and this allowed the flying skeleton monster to finish off." Kesery said calmly while holding the blood bag.

"Yes, that must be the case."

"As expected of the Silver King, is this what is called a real man who never looks back at the explosion?"

"This is much more powerful than the One-Eyed King, with invincible power, the ability to fly, and everything planned."

All the Bronze Tree Ghouls became jealous. After Adela's diplomacy, they became unwavering supporters of the Silver King.

In this seemingly peaceful world, but actually chaotic, ghouls also need a spiritual sustenance. Following a silver-white hero is much better than following a monster who can only hide in the dark.

Just as the Bronze Tree Ghoul was cheering, a black vortex the size of a fist suddenly appeared on the pillar behind Kessery.

"I can use the body of the flying dragon."

Melind's voice came from the black vortex. It has to be said that with the Book of Shadows, Melind's flashiness has doubled.

Kesery nodded to express his understanding, but then turned back to look at the black vortex.

"What's going on with Kaneki Ken? Is he going to evolve again?" Kasiri asked.

"No, Kaneki Ken's Silver King posture is very strange. I can't tell. I have to ask the lord, but Kaneki Ken is just eating in the icehouse and turning it into energy in his body, just like a snake."

After the words ended, the black vortex slowly dissipated.

Upon seeing this, Kesery quietly left the building and commanded the skeleton soldiers to carry the body of the mechanical flying dragon. The destination was naturally Melinder's small black room.

However, because they had no connection with the Lord God Paradise, although the creatures killed were counted on Ye Yan's head, the dropped treasure chests could not be seen or touched.

But I don’t know if the dark black robe of the ghost is similar to that of an African. It killed the mechanical dragon hunter but did not explode the contractor’s treasure chest.

According to the so-called metaphysical explosion rate, this wave of non-Qi is the next wave of European Qi. If you kill such a powerful hunter without exploding the box, you will definitely accumulate European Qi.

At the same time, the inventory in the Bronze Tree's icehouse was reduced by more than half, and there was a sound of squeezing and swallowing.

The weak light in the icehouse reflected a half-kneeling figure on the cold ground. Behind the figure was a huge surging shadow. I didn't know what it was.

The black shadow expanded and shrank for a while, like a mouth chewing something, and the half-kneeling figure seemed to be getting bigger and bigger.

"It's not enough, we need more power, hurry up, hurry up!!!"

A hoarse voice roared in the icehouse, and the weak light went out instantly.

As the echoing sound disappeared, there was another sound of wind pressure colliding with things in the icehouse. Something in the darkness collected all the remaining inventory.

At this time, there is only darkness and an unknown harsh sound left here.

On the other side, in Melinder's small dark room, Feilong's body was still there.

Melinder, the owner of the little black room, opened the Book of Shadows to the designated page, then put on his gloves and walked towards the huge flying dragon corpse with gleaming eyes.

She wanted to squeeze out the value of this corpse in the shortest time. She had done this job a lot when she was a witch. Whether she was a dark witch or a family witch, she could have the corpse of a monster.

But I did more of this work when I was still a dark witch. After all, I didn’t have a family to rely on, so I had to do everything myself. But after returning to the family and becoming a witch, I can let the family do many things.

After all, reality overwhelms ideals. There was a time when she resolutely left her family to pursue dark magic, tinkering alone in a dark magic tower, and doing things for money that academic witches would disdain to do.

Unexpectedly, he returned to the family in the end, inherited the huge swamp witch family, and became the patriarch of the family. His strength was superior to that of almost all witches. He became a "hero" recorded in history and reached the so-called pinnacle of life. .

Of course, if she was given another choice, she would still want to return to her family. It would be great to reach the pinnacle of her life. Throw dark magic as far as she can, and don't delay her becoming a witch recorded in history.

In the small dark room, Mailinder began to operate. First, he took out all the mechanical equipment in the flying dragon and threw them away. Then he extracted the weak dragon soul into the Book of Shadows.

The next step was how to use the broken body of the flying dragon. Considering the maximum utilization, she decided to make a simple dragon blood potion on the spot.

After all, this is just a sub-dragon, not a pure-blooded dragon. Even if she is highly skilled, she cannot use a sub-dragon flying dragon to make a normal dragon blood potion.

Just as he said, Melind turned the pages of the Book of Shadows and began to dissect the body of the flying dragon and extract the blood from the core area of ​​the body.

Time passed, and at noon, she prepared two simple dragon blood potions. The effect was definitely not as good as the genuine ones. After all, they were only made from the blood of the sub-dragon species.

If it is the corpse of a pure-blood dragon, it can make more than ten bottles of this simple dragon blood potion, and it can also make pure-blood dragon potions that cannot be made with sub-dragon blood.

The pure blood dragon potion is much stronger than the dragon blood potion. After all, no matter how artificially purified it is, the blood of the sub-dragon species will never be as pure as the pure blood species.

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