An evolutionary game starting from Suolongjing

Chapter 502: Divine Evil · Dragon of Hatred

The archipelago hovering in the depths of the void, the arena created by the vast power, is either for revenge, hunting for fun, or simply fun - death and killing have become the eternal themes of this world.

At this time, after leaving the Sea of ​​Elements and circling most of the way to avoid crowded areas, Zhang Ke's scarlet eyes, like a sea of ​​blood, stared at the mixed blue and yellow "island" not far in front of him.

Although the restrictions due to his activities prevent him from being like before, he can know it clearly with a flash of thought.

But the strong water spirit that permeated the entire island also provided some obscure aura to Zhang Ke who arrived nearby - the island was calm and there was no sign of fighting or killing.

However, from Zhang Ke's perspective in the void, he could sometimes see the changing winds and stormy waves.

In fact, during the moment when he stopped, there was a sub-dragon species that had been drained of its inner parts, leaving only its body. It struggled to break through the clouds, but before it had time to escape, it was tightly trapped. Then the huge palm that broke through the sea of ​​clouds was grabbed back.

Then here comes the problem.

Between the eyes and the ears, there is always someone who is being deceived. Zhang Ke has not decided in his heart who is being deceived, but he is going to go and see for himself.

After Zhang Ke made a decision in his heart, he tore off the façade that was used to hide it from others.

As a red flame exploded, the soaring figure wrapped in fire clouds also actively threw itself into the gravitational range of the Water Island. Under the pull of the earth, it turned into a red meteor and fell from the sky.

As soon as it broke through the atmosphere, the scorching hot coating ignited the surrounding elemental particles, thereby igniting a raging fire in the sky.

"What are you barking at?"

In the underwater fortress, Marco Hawthorne stopped the divine body transformation technique and at the same time, he also interrupted the buzzer of the siren.

The creations of scientific and technological civilization are unreliable. Those who are too intelligent always think about rebellion every day, while those who are a little behind in logic are like a retarded person who will scream incessantly when encountering the slightest disturbance.

This is already the 37th time his reconstructive surgery process has been interrupted.

Marco Hawthorne was also a little confused. Logically speaking, he had gradually cleaned up the battlefield through his alchemical creations.

Whether they were foreign contestants or various types of lives that were thrown into the battlefield in advance, all those that reached a certain refining value had been wiped out by him.

So, it's finally time to create a quiet research environment to allow him to realize his ultimate dream, right?

No!

Outsiders come one after another, constantly interrupting the transformation process.

Now that he had finally solved the problem of accidentally breaking into the sub-dragon species, he continued his unfinished business, but another accident happened.

As he walked away from the hundreds of alchemy robotic arms and the bloody operating table and came outside, he immediately saw the strange data displayed on the battlefield detector.

On the scanned map of the battlefield with a blue background, a high-hanging luminous body suddenly appeared.

The surface area is not too large, but it has a density and mass not inferior to that of stars, especially looking at this unconventional scan pattern:

"What the hell is this?"

In the scanned image, which is highlighted to blurry, the central area where light and heat meet, the source of its luminescence is vaguely formed into a human figure - the sun god?

As the thoughts emerged in his mind, Marco Hawthorne's heartbeat also skipped a beat.

If his conjecture was indeed confirmed, then he would really be in big trouble!

sun.

As a necessary condition for nurturing life, it is at the core of almost every plane. In a civilization where gods exist, even if they are not the supreme god-king, they should still be one of the main beings supporting the god system.

The Civilized Battlefield event itself limits the presence of the Lords of Civilization and some supermodels to prevent them from turning the event into a massacre show for these beings.

But rules are rules.

Except for the fact that the master of civilization is a super model, no one can be sure where the upper limit of the strength of the divine beings in each civilization is.

After all, they are not players. From the beginning, there has been a panel to follow the strict statistics of data (although the game panel is not strict).

But Marco Hawthorne can be sure that those who can bear the name of the sun, even if they are not the supermodels, are probably the top ones in this event.

"Damn it, why are you coming to trouble me!"

Thinking of this tricky possibility, Marco Hawthorne cursed irritably. However, when he finished speaking, he suddenly found that the temperature of the surrounding air had risen from absolute zero to above minus 100 degrees.

At the same time, he raised his head happily, and his uneasy eyes happened to see the halo on the detector that was gradually occupying the entire screen:

Are you trying to hurt yourself?

Where did this country bumpkin god come from? In what age are you still using such backward methods?

The gap in time passed by in a flash.

In this way, it is like stars falling into the world.

At the moment when the stars fell, everything on the island continent was silent.

Immediately afterwards, the expanding bright light and heat waves spread out continuously. Under the superposition of light and heat, the endless waters covering the continent were directly evaporated, and a large amount of steam turned into clouds and mist floating in the air.

This continent, which was submerged by endless waters and completely submerged in water, could finally reveal its head and breathe some air.

But for the continent itself, the rare pleasure was fleeting. Without the protection of the water flow, it was then burned by the brutal light and heat, and large glazed crystals were burned out on the ground.

And after this incident, the many means that were originally deployed on the surface of the continent and used to hide in the waters were even more brutally destroyed.

On the uneven ground, metal creations that had melted into a ball of scorch could be seen everywhere, as well as deformed corpses that exuded an inexplicable fragrance. Although there were still some creations that combined flesh and metal that were still capable of movement, and they were looking at him with bared teeth and claws. Launched a charge.

But before they can get close to Zhang Ke, the sea of ​​fire burning on the earth will become their tomb, sending these ignorant and chaotic creations to the place where they should exist.

Zhang Ke himself is constantly advancing towards the depths of the continent.

As he stepped forward, streaks of hazy aura took root from his body. In the deafening roar, the charred earth was plowed open, and tentacles like rake teeth continued to drill deep into the ground, as if turning over the earth. As if looking for something.

After walking dozens of steps, the ground in the distance that Zhang Ke had not set foot on suddenly collapsed spontaneously. Under the flying earth and rocks, a majestic figure rising from the ground caught his eye.

"Name: Forbidden Creation, Evil Creation, Dragon of Hate (Marco Hawthorne)

Material (variety): alchemy, resuscitation of the dead, transformation of flesh and blood connection, investment of living body"

As expected of Bai Zeyi, even if he is not a wild creature or even an orthodox creature, he can still give a rough result.

The only thing that made Zhang Ke regretful was that apart from the name, the information given by Bai Zezhijiao was pitiful. From these few numbers, he probably understood that this was a technologically resurrected corpse.

After Zhang Ke looked up and down, he roughly knew where all the creatures and contestants who should have been on this battlefield had gone.

Technology is indeed the first force of development!

Compared to the contestants who were more or less restricted, this monster, which was stitched together from the corpses of at least a hundred gods, was a bit of a dimensionality reduction blow.

Limited by the rush of time, the obviously unreasonable layout of some parts, and the flesh and blood that has not completely disappeared, this fusion abomination dragon has not reached the energy level it should correspond to, and after adding the long list of affixes, What's attached is obviously a person's name.

Zhang Ke doubted whether this thing could reach the theoretical upper limit of its terrifying and ferocious momentum.

But no matter what, the person in front of me is one of the few people besides Yinglong and Xingtian who surpasses Zhang Ke in terms of size. Even if he is under Fa Tian Xiang Earth, he has only just reached the level of this giant. chest position.

As a dragon species, even if it is a sewn dragon corpse, its slender neck must occupy at least one-third of the body.

It is worth mentioning that dragons are reptiles.

"Damn, damn guy, why did you break into my testing site, why were you so aggressive, my research, my materials are all because of you, and the result turned out like this!"

"Either you can come up with an apology that will calm me down, or I will use your flesh, blood and bones as a rib for my great plan!"

In the roar, the skull of the strange dragon with its head like an upturned octopus suddenly tilted up a bone spur. On the bone spur flowing with red and white mucus, there was a humanoid life with no skin and completely integrated with the bone spur. He is murmuring in his mouth.

As his mouth moved, the dark dragon also made a hoarse human voice.

Very good, very energetic!

But if I give up this body and hide in the civilized lounge, how should you respond?

That's what he said, but unlike other contestants, Zhang Ke, who forced the game to modify the terms for himself, although he is not afraid of death, he also lost the chance to be resurrected in this event. For him, life Still quite valuable.

Zhang Ke's silent and vicious eyes deeply hurt Marco Hawthorne's heart.

If it weren't for the former's relentless pursuit, with the appearance of vowing to turn the entire continent upside down to find him, he wouldn't have been able to complete the transformation in a hurry and sew himself in.

Sutured together with a collection that has lost its transformative potential, this state is no less than turning a dog lover into an object of his affection.

Although he didn't do this, with the other party's inquisitive appearance and the chaotic situation in the outside world, it was difficult for him as an alchemist/mage to ensure his own safety when being approached, but he was affected by the hundreds of transformation gods. Marco Hawthorne was shocked by his incomplete consciousness. At this time, a string called reason in his mind was in danger.

His increasingly chaotic consciousness urged him to kill this uninvited guest if he couldn't drive it away.

If time is short, there may still be time to separate himself from this imperfect creation, even if he has to pay a certain price for it. But as a great alchemist, Marco Hawthorne has long been accustomed to the long refining career. Trade everything you own equally.

"Roar!"

When the dark dragon charged forward, the blazing sea of ​​​​fire on the ground could not stop its forward momentum at all. The dragon's mouth was full of fangs and sharp teeth, and there was already a chaotic and dangerous color in it. The dragon's breath is brewing.

In the process of driving the dragon to charge, Marco Hawthorne, who had returned to his brain and squeezed out a substitute, was also observing the enemy's movements.

When he saw from the periscope perspective, Zhang Ke took out a simple giant shield and a battle ax stained with the blood of a powerful enemy.

Marco Hawthorne's eyes soaked in mucus burst out with light visible to the naked eye.

The wisdom blocked by the limited spells briefly broke free of the restrictions of the seal. He lifted himself up again and looked greedily at the shield ax between his hands.

That was a precious artifact that even in his long life, he was rarely lucky enough to see, let alone own in person!

Just one glance triggered his collecting habit!

Under Marco Hawthorne's greedy desire, the dangerous breath that was originally brewing in the dragon's mouth turned into a burst of smoke and disappeared, while the dragon's body that was ignited by the sea of ​​fire stood up fiercely. In the passing time, the sharp dragon claws grabbed the round battle ax directly.

In an instant, the killing battle ax and the plundering dragon claw collided fiercely!

"boom!"

The tenacity of the dragon's claws was somewhat beyond Zhang Ke's expectation. The all-powerful ax blade only crushed the surface of the dragon's scales, but did not cut off all the damn minions.

But at the same time, Marco Hawthorne was also hit by an unprecedented violent force that caused pain in his arm.

The dragon's claws that reached down were violently knocked aside, and the dragon's body that jumped down was blocked by a giant shield. The majestic dragon's body that stretched thousands of miles was directly lifted up, and the huge pressure made the earth make an overwhelming sound.

Amidst the roar, deep canyons stretched into the distance.

In this weird posture, Marco Hawthorne, who felt a tearing pain in his abdomen the next moment, was thrown directly out before he could struggle!

"Dong dong dong!"

Amid the violent and dull roar, a piece of the ground collapsed.

As a piece of land thousands of miles away broke away from the shackles of the continent, falling into the void and being rubbed by the chaotic air flow, some contestants who were nearby but had not paid attention to the battlefield here before were heard. They all cast curious glances.

"It's so durable!"

While recalling the tiger spirit to regroup, Zhang Ke looked at the dragon-like evil dragon that was shaking its head, and the excitement in his eyes flashed away.

The next moment:

"boom!"

The entire continental shelf is shaking!

As the battlefield swayed and collapsed, the two sides, who had probably tested each other's qualities, collided again. The raging and violent sea of ​​fire and the turbid and dark death competed against each other. You fought for it.

The sudden dragon's mouth did not swallow the annoying head as expected.

The arms that grew out of his ribs pulled away his head before the crisis came. The next step, Nielong, could only be sprayed with hot blood all over his head. The black, red and sticky blood stained Nielong's jaw. Similar to the shells on the bottom of the ship, those solid scales are corroded silently.

But at this time, Marco Hawthorne did not notice these subtle changes.

After a failed robbery, although he was very attracted to this precious set of shield and ax artifacts, he also knew that his will and fighting habits could not control this terrible body. He only retained the condition of winning the awakening, and decisively He sealed his own consciousness and handed over the dominance of his body to the collective consciousness of the evil dragon himself.

As the pale dragon pupils were given color, the battlefield environment also changed in an instant.

The evil dragon, which is completely controlled by instinct, has truly unleashed the war potential of its body. Under its direct and brutal fighting style, each claw and tail carry terrifying energy that is enough to annihilate an entire continent!

With one flick of his tail, the devastated battlefield beneath his feet was blown apart.

The two behemoths, who had lost their foothold, started a bloody battle in the void!

The sea of ​​fire surged, chaos agitated, and every "island" standing around was included in this gradually expanding bloody battle.

Before many of the beings who were fighting for life or death had time to react, they were knocked dizzy by figures falling from the sky, or were swallowed by the huge mouth of the abyss that caught them off guard.

The contestants had some fun sitting back and watching.

There are also grumpy ones who directly come forward and try to join the battle group.

But the Dragon of Hatred was originally a ferocious giant monster that Marco Hawthorne turned into a trap by turning the Water Spirit Continent into a trap, trapping and killing hundreds of divine beings who passed by. Even if it didn't have so many fancy abilities and insidious wisdom, Just the body that is as huge as a planet and the terrifying strength are enough to sweep away all those who stand in his way.

Thanks to Marco Hawthorne's own initiative, Zhang Ke, who had a certain number of special effects layers, was temporarily at a disadvantage, but the balance of the entire war began to reverse quietly.

"Rumble"

The rich darkness was split by the battle axe.

The blazing sea of ​​fire burned away the evil plague.

Every battlefield was briefly stopped by them, while every battlefield with beautiful scenery was torn apart by two violent elements.

All the contestants had to suspend their disputes and hide while watching the fierce battle between evil creatures and gods.

"Nielong, I want you to help me practice!"

The bleeding head hanging on the waist laughed loudly.

Although the Dragon of Hatred cannot speak, its simple instinct can detect the profound malice from the chaotic noise.

"Roar~"

In an instant, the wind blew violently, and crimson breath loomed from the throat.

"boom!"

But in the next moment, the blood-stained Qianqi hit the evil dragon's jaw hard, knocking the dragon's head to one side. The dragon's breath, which should have a clear target, suddenly lost its sense of proportion.

A crimson rainbow light swept across the sky, and there was a constant roar wherever it passed.