Chapter 485: Chapter 481: Diablo the City Slayer Chapter 485: Chapter 481: Diablo the City Slayer “You are a disgrace to the Dragon Race.” Muria looked at the Calamity Dragon Morgan with utter disdain.

“What the hell are you?” Sensing the tone in Muria’s voice, the Calamity Dragon was quick to respond, “What’s my disgrace to the Dragon Race got to do with you?”

“That’s not for you to know.” Muria looked at the Calamity Dragon, whose flesh was slowly regenerating, and had no desire to indulge in small talk. “You just need to know what your identity will be.”

“What?” Seeing that Muria had no intention of killing it, the Calamity Dragon relaxed a bit.

“Living Energy Source.” Muria revealed the future role for this devalued Calamity Dragon.

Then, he directly used a sealing technique to restrict its magical power and mental power. After thoroughly searching the dragon, he went to draw a one-time teleportation array on the ground and sent it to Cloud Island hovering above the ocean.

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“Tsk, His Majesty is really fast, how long has it passed and we’ve already received a Soul Intent Level Calamity Dragon.”

“This is a rare Dragon Race.”

“Yes, it is rare, a half-undead Calamity Dragon, and its attributes match ours.”

“Stop the small talk, is there a way to solve this dragon’s half-undead problem? Its current power is not suitable for being a Living Energy Source on Cloud Island.”

“It can be solved, it’s just a bit tricky, and we would need quite a few materials.”

“Materials are not a problem, just report to Miss Mia, as long as we can restore this dragon to its normal body.”

Listening to the discussion between these lowly humans, the wing of decay, which was forcibly teleported over, felt a surge of anger. But when it tried to utilize its own power, it found that its spiritual sea was like a dead pool and could not move a bit.

Its power sealed, the wing of decay, had become a waste dragon. Lost in fear without power, the Calamity Dragon began to look around in terror.

It found itself on a huge metal platform, with chains of elemental condensation binding its body. One young human after the other, all seemingly perfect for making Corpse Witches, climbed on it and occasionally plucked scales or extracted blood from its body.

It seemed to be a test subject. A surge of humiliation flooded its heart, but it was startled to see various powerful creatures all around.

Fishmen, sea monsters, fierce birds… Those whose abilities were based on Soul Intent, and as many as sixty-three of these powerful creatures were imprisoned in crystal pillars, and all of them were constantly being drained of power, yet they did not move and seemed to have no sensation whatsoever.

“So, this is a living energy source?” Seeing all of this, the Calamity Dragon Morgan understood what the Demon Warlock was saying. At that moment, it suddenly felt that being a test subject was quite good.

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After Muria sent away the Calamity Dragon, he instructed his demon servant to clear all the undead from the city, while he went on to do the most important thing – loot the spoils of war.

Once all was done, Muria continued to move into the inner regions of the Senapus Subcontinent. As Muria neared the location of Red Dragon Cynthia, the reputation of the Demon Warlock Diablo began to spread across the land.

He was a brutal Demon Warlock who would carry out a massacre before shaking a leg, said to be capricious, often while he was having a good chat with the powerful lords, he would suddenly turn his face, and then kill mercilessly. So far, this Demon Warlock had wiped out countless cities, and thus earned the title of “Slaughtering City-Runner.”

“Nonsense.” Muria complained to Broken Horn at his side about the words spoken by two Demon Kin commoners they had just encountered, “When have I ever been capricious? When did I like to turn my face? All of that is utter rubbish.”

“Shall I kill all those vermin who are insulting you, master?” asked Broken Horn bluntly.

“No need, we need to keep a low profile. If there’s too much bloodshed, it’s not good because it stands out too much.” Muria, who would wipe out a city for every other city he passed, and even obtained the title through slaughters, said without any self-awareness.

“Master, you’ve got a point.”

“Hmm, of course, you need to be flexible even if you want to keep a low profile.” Muria looked at the city in front of him with shining eyes, “Let’s go into the city and inquire, is the lord of this city rich?”

…An hour later, Muria called back his rampaging group of Flame Demons, rode the Blood Lion Demon, and took the Broken Horn, who had killed the city’s ruler—a Soul Intent Level Snake Person—with a punch, and left.

“This Snake Person lord had gathered so much wealth, he must have committed countless sins,” Muria, who had collected hundreds of years of wealth from the Snake Person lord, murmured, “Such a sinful being, I had no choice but to punish.”

“…” The Baro Flame Demon Broken Horn remained silent. He found his master’s face was getting thicker and thicker. Of course, he knew it was because of poverty; in order to build the Floating City, his master was as good as penniless. And poverty could lower the bottom limit of most intelligent creatures, making them do unbelievable things.

“Honored sir, have you seen a black-haired, golden-pupiled young man named Muria?” Muria was suddenly stopped by a group of Zor Elves who descended from the sky while he was on his journey. “He is of the Titan Bloodline, and when he fights, he releases …”
“You Zor Elves are really annoying.” Muria looked at the Zor Elf questioning him in front of him with a look of annoyance, as well as her subordinates who were secretly winking at Broken Horn behind him, “During this period, you are the seventeenth group to stop me and ask about that ‘Titan’s Descendant.'”
“Sir, please pardon us as you seem to know, this is a divine oracle personally issued by our Deity, please cooperate.”

“Get lost!” Muria showed a look of displeasure, “What does your capture of Muria have to do with me, Diablo? Why should I cooperate with you? I am not a believer of the Spider Queen.”

“The City Slayer, Diablo!” Hearing Muria’s self-proclaimed title, this group of Zor Elves took a closer look at Muria’s group and unconsciously showed a look of fear. Then they very consciously backed off and cleared the way.

“What a waste,” Muria looked back at the Dark Skin elves disdainfully as he rode away on the Blood Lion Demon, but his complaining voice reached the ears of the Zor Elves, “They still haven’t found the Titan’s Descendant after so long, and are still searching everywhere. Could it be that these Deities have some sort of plot?”

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