Chapter 481: Chapter 477: The Polluted Subcontinent Chapter 481: Chapter 477: The Polluted Subcontinent “The air on this continent is so filthy.” On the edge of a sea, Muria who had just traveled through space by Advanced Teleportation Technique with a slight crease in his brow, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

He had smelled this kind of air before, during the late stages of the Magic Disaster on the Nocchio Subcontinent, when legions of Demons had appeared and the smell was spreading across the land. After the Magic Disaster ended, this filthy, harmful-to-mortals smell was slowly purified by the natural circulation systems of the continent.

“This continent didn’t have a Magic Disaster.” Muria’s face appeared rather stern, this tainted air was a result of a high frequency and widespread appearance of a large number of Demons and evil beings.

Without a world-level catastrophe like a Magic Disaster, it was hard to imagine what kind of environment would lead to the continent being filled with this filthy smell, especially near the never-ending sea breeze.

“Is this really the Material World?” The space around Muria, who took the form of a youth with black hair and golden pupils, swelled up in ripples. A bald burly man over two-meters tall emitting a scorching breath appeared, his face showing surprise after taking a deep breath of air.

“The Senapus Subcontinent, one of the twelve subcontinents of the Erathia World, has an alias, ‘Evil God’s Paradise’.” Muria looked at the golden arcs and flames jumping around on his body, a result of his power autonomously purifying the air around him, “This name is really not false.”

“I haven’t heard of the Senapus Subcontinent, but I do remember the name ‘Evil God’s Paradise’.” The Balrog Flame Demon, having taken the form of a human, responded with a resonant voice.

“Broken Horn, you should have noticed, a considerable number of your kind are active on this subcontinent.”

“They’re only inferior and hybrid breeds, and they cannot be considered as my kind.” The subdued Balrog Flame Demon did not hide its contempt for other Demons. In the eyes of the Balrog Flame Demon, anything of lower rank than itself was garbage.

“This filthy air should be the result of the activity of your true kin.” Muria scanned his surroundings with a frown, suppressed the repulsive reaction produced by his power and the surroundings, thought for a while, then his dazzling golden pupils gradually turned pitch black.

“Hm, something’s still missing!” Muria, using his Mental power to “look at” his own appearance, swung his hand. The Space Ring on his finger shone with spirit light and two ferocious large felines were released.

“Roar!” “Roar!” The two blood-colored lions, whose body sizes have been shrunk under Muria’s instructions, lay at his feet, wagging their tails merrily.

Four fireballs flew out, landed on the ground and rapidly expanded into Flame Demons that stood over ten meters tall. The ground melted quickly under the high temperature they emitted, turning into a molten state.

“I should look like a Demon Warlock now.” Muria sat on the back of a Blood Lion Demon, covered his face with the hood of his Black Robe, hiding his hair and face, exposing only half of his lower chin. With a mysterious aura and against the backdrop of the Demons beside him, he appeared somewhat cruel and terrifying.

“I’ve never seen Demon Warlock, I don’t know if they look like you, Master, but it should be similar.” The Balrog Flame Demon named Broken Horn flattered.

“Mm, let’s see where my dragons are.” Muria released eighty-three scales from his body, and under the effect of the tracking Magic, they shone with radiant spirit light. Most of the dragon scales gradually faded, leaving only seven that were still shining.

“Surprisingly, there are seven Five Colored Dragons on this Subcontinent, seems like my luck isn’t too bad.” Muria looked at the seven Dragon scales in front of him, his eyebrows raised slightly, he already sensed the positions and distances of these Five Colored Dragons.

“Let’s see the condition of these seven guys.” Muria took out the Book of Mourning which he had bought from the Goblin Merchant, Stalon, and summoned a Spirit in the form of an Abyss Refining Demon.

“Great Master, what are your instructions?” The frighteningly formed Curse Spirit looked at Muria, showing a flattering smile. In front of the monster that was completely immune to True God-level curses and below, it had to maintain a sufficiently humble attitude.

“Track the owners of these scales.” Muria pointed to the seven dragon scales.

“Creak!” A foreboding power spread from the dark metal cover of the Curse Book, it was wrapped around the scales. Afterward, the Curse Book was opened, revealing two recorded images.

“They split up? They aren’t gathering in one place.” Seeing such recorded images, Muria frowned. The Five Colored Dragons he kept had changed their dragon race’s habits. After being banished, they generally moved in groups. This was the first time he saw them being scattered.

“Red Dragon Abutu.” He felt a little surprised when he saw this all too familiar Crimson Dragon, didn’t think he’d come across one of the first six Red Dragons he hatched.

Beside this Red Dragon, which was not much smaller than an adult dragon, there was also a Green Dragon and two Black Dragons that had just entered the adolescent period, but they were significantly smaller than him.

“Cynthia.” Muria’s gaze shifted to another image, another familiar Red Dragon appeared before him. Beside her was a Red Dragon and a Blue Dragon, who also just entered the adolescent period.

However, compared to Abutu who resided in a wilderness nest, Cynthia has chosen a grand palace as her residence, seemingly leading a more prosperous life than her younger brother.

“They seem to be living rather comfortably, no need to worry for now.” Seeing the Five Colored Dragons who seemed to separate and formed into smaller groups, Muria shook his head helplessly.

In a team, if there are two of similar strength who both wanted to have a say, splitting up is inevitable. Clearly, this pair of Red Dragon siblings both wanted a say for themselves. However, as neither was able to suppress the other, they branched off and chose different ways of survival.

“Broken Horn, let’s go to the nearest city and have a look, to see what this so-called Evil God’s Paradise looks like.” Muria patted the Blood Lion Demon under him and led the way.

Behind him, Broken Horn jumped up onto the back of the other Blood Lion Demon without any hesitation, treating it as his mount. This initially extremely aggressive Blood Lion Demon did not dare to show any resistance and carried Broken Horn to catch up with Muria.

The six Flame Demons that Muria had summoned looked at each other, they then floated up, transformed into flame balls, and followed closely behind Muria, leaving behind long trails of fire.

“I’m really low-key!” Muria climbed the mountains and crossed the hills, scared off the weird-looking monsters wherever he passed, he couldn’t help but exclaim.

Not long after, a large number of living beings gathered together, their existence appeared within Muria’s consciousness. The aura these creatures emitted made him feel uneasy.

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