hold head high!

The long and majestic dragon roar echoed in the underground cavity, causing small and small pieces of shattering rocks to fall from the rock wall that had begun to collapse.

The wide black dragon wings fanned in the blood mist that filled the entire underground cavity. The giant dragon with a body length of more than 60 meters was shrouded in a layer of dark light, flying freely in the blood mist, not caring about the maggots around him, and pressing them tightly against his body, trying to break through his body's surface defense and enter the blood mist.

bite!

A little cold light suddenly appeared in the blood mist, turning into a white rainbow, bombarding Diapolo's abdomen, making a crisp metal collision sound, pleasant to the ears.

Seeing this attack only slightly deformed the dragon's abdomen, the Drow Warrior's face was gloomy, even his flight trajectory could not be disturbed.

But before he could feel any thoughts, he saw a dragon claw larger than her body tore into the air, slapped with the sound of wind and howling sounds.

Tear!

With her natural agility and incredible flexibility, the warrior avoided the key points, but her breastplate and part of the skin and flesh were inevitably scratched by the dragon's claws.

Blood fell in the air. The warrior Zhang retreated back to the siege of blood mist, avoiding the pursuit of the evil dragon.

"How are you feeling now?"

A slightly caring voice sounded from all directions. The warrior pulled off the broken armor on his upper body and abandoned such a thin protective gear. Facing the attack of the dragon, there was no difference between it and a piece of paper. Instead, it would slow her speed.

"It's okay, at least I can't die."

The warrior Zhang lowered his head and glanced at his bloody chest, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but lifted slightly. She didn't know how long it took to not realize this feeling of wandering between life and death.

"You are still laughing. This evil dragon has destroyed your body like this." The voice of the mistress of Drow's wife was even more angry than before. "I must make him pay the price he deserves if he dares to commit such a crime."

"Michale, stop fighting. We are not the match of that dragon. You saw it just now. I couldn't even pierce his scales."

After calming down, the Chief Samurai thought about what to do next. The meaning of her existence is to protect the family from external influences and continue to survive and reproduce.

"While he cannot break your true body, we should hurry up and take some elite tribe members to escape. It is enough for us to keep the family's bloodline."

"Killed eleven of my gold and subordinates, and just injured you. He did so much, so let's leave like that?"

She was able to remain calm at all times. Even if the core members of the family were struck to death by thunder and were blown away by the dragon tail, her grandmother was extremely out of control at this time, just as if the thing she valued the most was broken by someone without caring about it.

"What can I do if I don't leave? If I continue fighting with him, we will definitely lose."

The chief warrior was a little helpless, and the leader who controlled the supreme power of the Zhall family and led the entire family forward was actually on the verge of helplessness.

"And you see that my flesh and blood have begun to regenerate. This is just some indifferent skin and flesh injuries."

"But I'm really unwilling to leave anything on this dragon." Miss Zhuo's mistress was a little angry.

"Have you talked enough? Play with you for a while and wanted to see if you have any special methods, but you just discussed escaping here? It's so boring."

"You..." The warrior stared at Diapolo, who had leaned over from the blood mist at some point, his eyes full of fear, and even a sense of anger of being betrayed and betrayed.

"Sorry, the peek-seek game ends here, and your weapon is too bad."

Diapolo grabbed the samurai who was in a state of trance due to a moment of loss of consciousness and began to decline in reaction, glanced at the long sword tightly in his hand, stretched out his finger and bounced it away.

"Evil Dragon, let her go, if you have anything to do, come to me." The moment Diapolo just grabbed the warrior in his hand, the blood mist that surged around him condensed like crazy, wrapped his body, and formed a huge blood ball in just a few breaths, squeezing inward, trying to destroy it.

"What's the hurry? It's your turn soon."

Diapolo slowly opened his mouth, and a suction force like an abyss burst out from his mouth, swallowing everything around him frantically.

"Didn't you always want to get into my body? Now I'll let you in."

"No, no, I don't."

The Drow's mistress, who transformed her body into something like an elemental creature, screamed in horror because she found that her body, which was swallowed by the dragon, had lost all her senses.

"Be obedient and don't resist, I will let you two stay together forever."

The black dragon hovered in the upper space of the underground cavity. The dragon's mouth became wider and wider, and the devouring power bursting from his body became stronger and stronger. Large clusters of blood mist poured into his abdomen. Therefore, the blood mist spread around became thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"No, no, I will live. I will let my family pass on forever in the dark area. I have not achieved my goal yet. How can I fall like this?"

At the time of life and death, the elf mistress found that everything she had taken care of had become unimportant. She found that she was actually herself.

"Since that's the case, are you willing to surrender to me?" Diapolo asked again.

"I do, I do." Miss Drow hurriedly replied that if she was in the surface world, her form would have great potential, but in this closed space underground, his incarnation would sooner or later be swallowed by this dragon.

"What a pity, what have you done? If you obeyed before I asked you, you could still follow me as a follower and follower. Now it's too late, you can only be my female slaves."

Diapolo shut his mouth and his eyes became deep and cold.

"Slave female, I don't..."

"You ungrateful slut, when did you think you have the right to choose?" Before Drow's mistress Michele refused, a sarcastic voice rang beside Diaplo.

"The master is willing to accept you as a female slave. It is the favor of the goddess of luck. If you don't know how to be grateful, you are still bargaining there."

"Odrina? I knew that today's incident would definitely be unrelated to you, a bitch."

The remaining blood mist instantly began to turbulent because of Audrina who appeared through space spells, gathering into a beautiful woman who was not inferior to Audrina's at all.

"Who told you to come out? My female slave." Diaporosen's cold and cold gaze fell on the elf mistress Audrina.

"Mr. Diapolo, I have no intention of offending your majesty. I obeyed your orders. I came here when I saw the battle ended."

Seeing that Diapolo seemed angry, Audrina quickly explained that the master-servant relationship between her and Diapolo was established through a contract. If it was violated, she would pay an unbearable heavy price.

"Slave female? Hahaha, I thought you were under the command of the dragon? It turned out to be a female slave who warmed the bed with her close body. No wonder she was so active. She ran over as soon as the battle ended. Are you itchy again? Want to run over to seek comfort?"

Before Diapolo could respond to his first female slave, Michele laughed at him.

"Have you decided? Should I refuse me or become my slave? I don't have time to waste it."

It was like a blow to the head, Michele, who had been in trouble with Odrina a long time ago, suddenly became sad.

"Since Audrina can do it, I can do it too."

All living things have the same nature. When facing things that have never been seen or experienced before, when a companion next to you makes a choice, you will usually subconsciously make the same move. The soul is no exception.

Rumble!

The earth shook, and the rocks returned to their positions. Under the eyes of thousands of pairs of awe, Diapolo, who had newly collected two female slaves, transformed into the Emperor Yuanlong, showing his terrifying earth's entire handle, healed all the cracks that he tore with his own hands, and strengthened them.

"What a great power!"

After seeing Diapolo show his great power that can move mountains and seas with his own eyes, Mikale, who was forced to become a female slave, became restless and eager to try.

"Master, I have a very precious treasure to offer to you."

In the castle that once belonged to her, Michele bowed to the black-haired boy who once belonged to her, with a very respectful attitude.

"Well, take it!" Diapolo looked at the savings of his newly conquered Drow family without raising his head.

"Master, that treasure is not in my hands, you need to pick it up in person."

"Hmm?" Diapolo raised his head, with a playful expression on his face, "So you please me with something you haven't even gotten by yourself?"

"But I know the location of that treasure, I can guarantee that no one except me knows it."

"So, why don't you get it yourself?" Diapolo still showed no interest.

"It's too dangerous there. With my own strength, I can't get that treasure."

"Tell me, where is that?" The boy opened his mouth and yawned.

"It's a ruin from the Lost Empire that didn't even have a name left in the classics." Michele hesitated for a moment, and finally hesitated to tell the secret that he had hidden for many years.

"Well, the remains of the Lost Empire?"

Diabolo, who had no interest at all, immediately stood up. Even under the violent fluctuations of his emotions, he could not even maintain his human form, and turned into a hideous black dragon on the spot.
Chapter completed!