Sea of ​​Skeletons in the Paradise of the Lord God

Chapter 146 Devouring and Dragon Blood Potion
As the siege began, the bodies of the mechanical flying dragons were constantly being dismantled.

It's true that his body is very strong, with the blood of the flying dragon, and various external mechanical armors, but now he has no energy and physical strength for him to exert.

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 chant was extremely desperate, mighty?Invincible?All turned into nothingness at this moment.

He never thought that one day he would fall to this point.

In the past, neither the contractors nor the violators were his all-in-one enemies, only the powerful existence of some indigenous people made him afraid, which was why he didn't dare to defy 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 still a world boss standing behind the bronze tree.

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

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

At this time, the bronze tree ghouls in the building were stunned. They didn't expect that terrible flying dragon monster to be dealt with by their own skeleton monster.

"It was the Silver King who injured the flying dragon monster before, which ended the flying skeleton monster." Catherine said calmly, holding a blood bag.

"Yes, it must be so."

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

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

All the bronze tree ghouls became yy, and after Adela's diplomacy, they are already unswerving supporters of the silver king.

In this superficially peaceful but chaotic world, ghouls also need a spiritual sustenance. It is much better to follow a silver-white hero than a monster who can only hide in the dark.

Just as the Bronze Tree Ghoul cheered, a black vortex the size of a fist suddenly appeared on the pillar behind Catherine.

"I use the body of the flying dragon."

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

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

"What's going on with Kanekiken, isn't it going to evolve again?" Catherine asked.

"No, Kaneki-ken's silver-white king has a strange posture, and I can't tell. I have to ask the lord, but Kaneki-ken is just eating in the icehouse now, turning those into energy in the body, just like a snake."

After the words were over, the black vortex also 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 Ghost's dark black robe is similar to that of an African. Killing the mechanical flying dragon hunter did not reveal the contractor's treasure chest.

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

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

The dim light in the freezer reflected a half-kneeling figure on the cold ground. Behind the figure was a huge surging shadow. I don'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, more power is needed, hurry up, hurry up!!!"

A hoarse sound roared from inside the freezer, and the faint lights were instantly extinguished at this moment.

As the reverberating sound disappeared, there was another sound of wind pressure colliding with something in the ice storage, and something collected all the remaining inventory in the dark.

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

On the other side, in the small black room of Melinde, the body of the flying dragon is still there.

Melinde, the owner of the little black house, turned the Book of Shadows to the designated page, then put on his gloves, and walked towards the huge flying dragon corpse with bare eyes.

She wants to squeeze out the value of this corpse in the shortest possible time. She used to do this work a lot when she was a witch. Whether it is a dark witch or a family witch, the corpse of a monster can be owned.

But when I was a dark witch, I had to do more of this work. After all, there was no family to rely on, and I had to do everything myself. After returning to the family to be a witch, many things could be done by the family members.

After all, it was the reality that crushed the ideal. At one time, she also resolutely left the family in order to pursue dark magic, and worked alone in the dark magic tower, doing things that academic witches would not bother to do for money.

Unexpectedly, in the end, he returned to the family in a desperate manner, inherited the huge family of swamp witches, became the patriarch of the family, his strength surpassed almost all witches, became a "hero" recorded in history, and reached the so-called pinnacle of life .

Of course, if she had to choose again, she would still have to go back to the family, and it would be wonderful to reach the pinnacle of life. Dark magic and so on can be thrown as far as possible, so don't delay her from becoming a witch in the annals of 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.

After that, it was how to use the broken body of the flying dragon. Considering the maximum utilization, she decided to make a simple dragon's 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 can't use a sub-dragon flying dragon to make a normal dragon blood potion.

Just doing what he said, Melinde flipped the pages of the Book of Shadows, and began to dissect the body of Feilong, extracting the blood from the core area of ​​the body.

Time passed, and at noon, she made 2 simple dragon blood potions. The effect was definitely not as good as the real one, after all, it was only made by extracting the blood from the sub-dragon species.

If it is the corpse of a pure-blooded dragon, more than ten bottles of this simple dragon blood potion can be made, and it can also be made into a pure-blooded dragon potion 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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