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Chapter 1398

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It was a street filled with camouflage and over 80% vegetation coverage.

Flowers and plants covered all the nearby streets. Branches full of fruits squeezed through the windows of every house. The branches intertwined in the air and even weaved a high-density plant network between the buildings.

There were also pompoms similar to dandelions floating in the air.

The deeper they went, the more they felt detached from reality.

When one of the troops passed through this area, the Terminators suddenly stopped operating one after another. The internal process fell into a "dormant state" without receiving any orders.

The mythical entity in charge of leading this troop came from the "Sin Realm."

Unlike [Agent Goodmans], who was just directly under the mother, this mythical entity could not wake up the dormant machinery by changing the program or adding instructions.

If they continued to go deeper, all the troops under his command would fall into a deep sleep.

And it was not as simple as a deep sleep.

Once a machine or individual fell into a deep sleep, plants would slowly grow on the surface of the body and eventually become a part of the sea of flowers and plants.

In the face of such a situation, the leader of the troop, the Sin of Sloth- [Venter Sloth], was not worried at all. He even showed a satisfied smile.

Coming from the Sin Realm, he was not directly under the management of Emperor Slayer.

He came here because he was instructed by the "sinful baby" to help Emperor Slayer win the mission and try his best to get the maximum Black Tower reward for the Sin Realm.

Even if he was not strengthened by the mother's code, he had reached the late stage of the mythical realm. But he was too lazy and did not participate in the Sin Realm's "Final Sin Assessment."

Figuratively.

He did not want to walk because he was too lazy, so he made his legs and feet into pulley structures.

His fat belly kept shaking as his body moved. There was even a feeling that his belly could split open at any time.

Because he was too lazy and was not used to processing visual information, he dug out his eyes.

He did not want to analyze the source and target of the sound. He pierced his left and right eardrums with a long needle.

He even made his mouth into a funnel for the convenience of eating. He could pour food directly into his mouth. At the same time, he made his tongue into a straw for the convenience of quickly sucking liquid food.

Only his nose was completely intact.

After all, when satisfying his desire for food, he needed to taste it through his nose.

At the same time, his nose was his most sensitive sense and could be used to deal with different types of battles.

His sense of smell could not only smell the hidden danger in the environment, but it could also inhale the sinful threads into his nose and easily analyze the relevant information and weaknesses of the opponent.

"Sleep is truly the most delicious food …"

Venter seemed to like this street covered in plants.

Swoosh! Swoosh!

Sinful threads drilled out from his navel, and all the sleeping soldiers were pulled by the threads, slowly dragging them forward.

The purpose of this was still unclear, and the "Dream Witches" hidden among the plants could not understand.

In the meantime.

The Moon Maiden, Agatha, also commanded the witches to set up a trap in the dark. Once the invaders were all in deep slumber and only this Sloth was left, she would directly cast the Dream Secret Spell on him.

The lazy Venter continued to move forward.

As more and more individuals fell into hibernation, he could only extend more sinful threads from his navel to drag the troops.

"It's getting heavier … I'm so tired! That's about it. "

Almost 90% of the 100,000 plus troops fell into hibernation.

Lazy Venter suddenly stopped, his abdomen opened up into an extremely exaggerated mouth … The Sin Light Ball that symbolized the myth of sloth was in the deepest part of this mouth.

Under the guidance of the Sin Light Ball.

The sinful threads that shot out from his navel all turned into "straws", absorbing a different kind of "special drink" that only [Venter] could absorb – the source of sloth.

Deep slumber was an expression of sloth, and it could be directly absorbed by Venter and turned into his own energy.

Every mouthful sucked on more than 100,000 straws.

For a moment, the sleeping machines and sinful spirits all woke up.

And it was an unprecedented state of consciousness, the tiredness of marching and the tension of war were all swept away, and all the substances related to sloth in their bodies were all sucked away.

Burp ~

At the same time, a monstrous burp came from Venter's body, and a strong wave of air spread out in the street.

"It's been a long time since I absorbed such a large amount of sin of sloth … so comfortable."

The feeling that Venter brought was almost twice as strong as when he first came to the street, especially the big mouth on his abdomen, it already had a feeling of being able to prey on space.



"All the routes need to pass through this damp area.

And it's not the usual damp … The water stains on the street are mixed with the smell of the deep sea, and it belongs to the most ancient deep sea, even older than our world. "

Another extremely damp street area.

A mythical entity signaled his subordinates to wait outside the water stains, and he would personally check the street that was occupied by the sea.

Holding the Dragon-Patterned Staff in his right hand, a bright crystal that was emitting a strong magical aura was gently rotating at the tip of the staff.

A cloak made of blue crystal dragon scales covered his whole body, and the inside faintly reflected the face of a handsome young man, his eyes were shining like sapphires.

From the "Draconic Nation", [Weaving Dragon – Duke Mantos].

Compared to the mountain dragon that was imprisoned by Grimm in the abyss, there was a big difference.

Duke did not have the strong physique of a dragon of the same level … he might not even be able to defeat a mountain dragon of the [Gate Opening] level.

But.

His existence was hailed as the future successor of the Draconic Nation, and he himself was extremely special.

Weaving Dragons, the total number of Draconic Nation's population was less than 0.1%, and they had a unique blue crystal dragon scale and a unique magical affinity.

The dragon blood that flowed in their bodies was a kind of highly concentrated magical energy.

The blood vessels that flowed in their bodies were innately woven into the most perfect magical circuit.

Duke was one of the best, and at the same time, he was also a unique magical genius … He was unwilling to stay in the Draconic Nation, so he used the connection between the world and the Black Tower to travel to various worlds, collecting and learning the magic of different worlds.

He did not choose the evolutionary path of the Draconic Nation, but walked on the more difficult path of fate. He was a traveler of fate like Han Dong, and had entered the mythical ranks as early as ten years ago.

Because of his deep relationship with the Black Tower, his understanding of the Hybrid Demons was also higher than other Draconic Nations.

Now, he quickly read the composition of the seawater and the deep-sea pollution that was contained in it by touching the water stains.

"Analysis complete!"

In an instant.

A pair of blue dragon wings with flowing magical patterns spread out behind him.

A large number of magical seeds were sprinkled from the dragon wings, and fell on each of his subordinates, allowing them to be effectively immune to the corrosive damage brought by the seawater.

However, his fighting spirit was not particularly high. He was more like a person who sought knowledge.

"Sigh … I heard that the Hybrid Demons have been studying ancient magic since the beginning of the universe, and some of them were even born from magic.

If only I could avoid war, and have the opportunity to talk to the wise ones among them about the origin of magic, and try to learn the most ancient and chaotic magic, how good would that be? "

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