Chapter 600 Commemoration
The destruction of two Black Prison creatures was not so much the destruction of the enemies as it was the destruction of their words that made Mo Cheng feel uncomfortable.
And if he feels uncomfortable, he will have to pay the price for it.
After killing two Black Prison creatures, Mo Cheng did not leave immediately. When he used [Sacrifice] to chase the Griffin Knight just now, he had already flown a long distance.
The place where he is now is considered the hinterland of Minangka.
The words of the Black Prison creatures before were not completely false. Once Mo Cheng kills people indiscriminately inside Minanka, it will undoubtedly be seen as a signal of [total war].
But since he was already here, it wasn't in Mo Cheng's character to ask him to go back obediently.
To be honest, he and the nobles who formed the alliance and actually controlled Minanka did not actually have any personal hatred.
It can even be said that Mo Cheng has never seen any member of the Noble Alliance.
But unfortunately, Mo Cheng has his own reasons for making Aundair regain his territory.
Whether it is the system's continuous tasks or the personal relationship with Mishas.
But, how to do it?
Mo Cheng is not afraid of a full-scale war , but Andel is not. Now there is only one city under his control, and Celtic City is still being occupied and digested.
Even using the most basic population calculation, the actual population of Aundair would not exceed one million at most.
With a total disadvantage in terms of population and resources, if a full-scale war breaks out, Mo Cheng has no idea how Andel will win.
Once a full-scale war breaks out, the most likely result is that Andair will be defeated, and then Mo Cheng will go mad because of the failure of his mission and turn all the cities in Minanka into ruins.
Just as Mo Cheng was thinking about how to teach Minanka a "little lesson" so that the other party would be cautious, the surrounding environment began to change.
After the two Black Prison creatures were vaporized by Mo Cheng's thunder, only two wisps of black smoke were left. The black smoke drifted with the wind, and it seemed that it would completely dissipate between heaven and earth in just a few breaths.
But the black smoke did not dissipate. Instead, it abnormally multiplied itself, infecting the surrounding air like a virus. In just a dozen seconds, the black smoke had completely covered an area of one meter.
The black smoke condensed and did not disperse, gathering together to form something.
Something that conveys the [will] of a powerful being from somewhere else.
"Nice to meet you, the last dragon."
As the words were spoken, black smoke suddenly exploded and scattered. Countless smoke enveloped the surroundings, making the surrounding space alienated.
It was an environment full of distortions, with torture instruments standing all over the ground, but without exception, only broken fragments remained and they were distorted in the physical sense.
"This prison that holds me captive has not yet been completely opened. I hope you don't mind that we can't talk face to face."
In this twisted space, Mo Cheng did not see any life. The only thing he could feel was the [will] that filled the entire space.
The will of a Demigod is not a fake one that is forcibly enhanced due to environmental changes, but the real ninth-level Demigod.
This is an enemy that Mo Cheng must take seriously.
"Shit." Mo Cheng squeezed out words that had absolutely nothing to do with aristocratic etiquette. He gritted his teeth and looked at the space in front of him. "A real demigod, how did Queen Andel seal the [Black Prison]?"
"The long years of sealing have tempered my will and strength."
It was not known whether the long-term seal had prevented the Black Prison Demigod from communicating with others, which made the other party want to talk. "Dragon, you should have gone through the same training. I smell the bloody smell from you that even the Son of Slaughter has never had."
Mo Cheng grinned and immediately refuted the Black Prison Demigod's evaluation, "Don't talk nonsense. Everyone who knows me knows that I am a calm and gentle person. I am definitely not the same type as the murderous Son of Slaughter."
The Black Prison Demigod did not continue to argue on this issue. Even though the aura of Mo Cheng descended through his will from a long distance, the Black Prison Demigod could smell a pungent smell of blood.
Mo Cheng said that he and the Son of Slaughter were not of the same species. The Black Prison Demigod felt that this was very true. The killing done by the Son of Slaughter was definitely not as much as that done by this thing in front of him.
Even the Black Prison Demigod was wondering whether the giant dragon before them was planning to engage in the ministry of [killing].
"Perhaps, we should talk about Minanka and the little problem between Aundair."
Mo Cheng raised his eyebrows, seeming to dislike the description of the Black Prison Demigod. "A small problem. This [small problem] you mentioned has been worrying me for several days. Just tell me what you want to do, the sealed demigod."
Although it was unclear what method Andel had used to seal the [Black Prison], after seeing the Black Prison Demigod, Mo Cheng was certain that there was no doubt that the seal of the [Black Prison] had been broken.
But the breach was not enough to let the Black Prison Demigod out, and that guy's real body was still in the Black Prison.
If this were placed in [Foreign Land], the situation of Black Prison Demigod would at least be a 25-person group dungeon once a week.
"The blood of the royal house of Aundair."
"You plan to take the wealth from the dragon?"
The Black Prison Demigod's words were incoherent, but Mo Cheng was able to understand what he meant. No matter if he was planning to completely lift the seal or something else, the Black Prison Demigod wanted Misha Si, or to be more precise, he wanted Misha Si's life.
As soon as this sentence came out, Mo Cheng immediately gave up all thoughts of conversation.
Andel's consecutive missions, his own initial investment, and most importantly, his friendship with Misha, all made it impossible for Mo Cheng to agree to the conditions of the Black Prison Demigod.
Even further, Mo Cheng had already developed the intention to kill him.
Seeing the breakdown of negotiations, the Black Prison space immediately expanded by hundreds of miles. At the same time, everything in the space began to break and twist, just like the Black Prison creatures that Mo Cheng had seen.
With just his will, the Black Prison Demigod is able to influence a space of hundreds of miles.
But Mo Cheng also has this level of power.
Violent, vicious, pure and extreme violence emanated from Mo Cheng's body, like the sharp claws of a ferocious beast constantly tearing apart the surrounding black fog and space.
The shadow of the Blazing Dragon appeared behind him, and on top of the huge dragon's body, there were two small figures.
A man wearing a white magic robe, with crystals of ultimate magic floating around him.
The other is a faceless extra-dimensional visitor who is completely purple.
The pure violence of the dragon, the ultimate magic of the Invoker, and the power of the Void to interfere with time.
Three different forces continued to shatter this space, while at the same time attacking the will that descended here.
"Dragon, do you want to go to war with [Black Prison] directly?"
Mo Cheng was suspended in the air. For the first time, he pushed his power so recklessly. The distorted space began to be forcibly bent back to its original shape. The place where Mo Cheng and the Black Prison Demigod were was like the midline between two worlds.
On the side of the Black Prison Demigod was a space filled with twisted and broken black fog.
The situation where Mo Cheng was was even more bizarre. Gravity lost its effect, gravel began to float upwards, time lost its order, and the surrounding trees turned into saplings in an instant, and then grew into towering trees in an instant after thousands of years.
At the same time, the magic elements have become some kind of absolutely deadly poison. They are forcibly infused with a certain will, Mo Cheng's will.
