A dragon raised at birth

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"Also, have you forgotten the grievances between us? Without my permission, you induced and devoured dozens of my elite skeletons."

"I don't remember this incident. If you feel that I have violated your rights and interests, I am willing to pay a hundred times the compensation, and I can return you a skeleton army."

"Why do I need so many skeletons? Can there be as many skeletons as my claws?"

"What exactly do you want to do?"

The Boneyard is really helpless. In a state of deep sleep, its body operates according to instinct and is not under its control. If he knows that he just swallowed a few skeleton soldiers, he will provoke such a thing. It will never do such a loss-making business.

"Surrender to me and obey my orders."

Diablo made his request concisely, and as expected, this request was rejected directly.

"impossible."

"Oh, what a pity."

Diablo stretched out his claws, and the rock attached to the claws directly entered the world on the other side of time and space through the space-time gap. The narrow gap of less than [-] meters was suddenly enlarged, and the two sides also fluctuated accordingly. It looked like it could break anytime.

"Stop, let's discuss something carefully, don't destroy this gap."

The burial garden was in a hurry. Although he had grown to the present size by relying on this space-time gap, he was not satisfied. After all, this was a feeding machine that would regularly feed food into his stomach.

If it is destroyed, the probability of finding a similar one is infinitely close to zero.

Chapter 375 A World of Despair

In the dark depths of the ground, after a long period of bargaining, two monsters whose size was exaggerated to the point of horror finally reached an agreement, and both parties got a relatively satisfactory result.

Although in the end Diablo failed to make this exaggeratedly sized boneyard his subordinate.

But the Boneyard also agreed, as long as Diablo made a request, it would respond accordingly, and could use its power to launch a legion battle at any time.

Of course, the premise of helping Diablo in the war is not to harm its body and the space-time gap at its core.

In return, the Boneyard has the right to obtain a part of the corpses left on the battlefield every time it uses its power to kill.

This is a mutually beneficial and win-win agreement. Although it did not achieve the expected effect of Diablo, it is enough at this stage.

After the agreement was reached, the atmosphere between the two monsters gradually eased, and other matters could be discussed.

"Can you release my servants? Without them, it will be more difficult for me to clean up those creatures from other worlds."

"no problem."

Diabolos, who reached an agreement, was very generous and threw out all the monsters he had imprisoned in the Mountain and River Bead.Because according to the agreement, he can obtain the right to use part of the monster's body when the main consciousness of the burial garden falls asleep.

The moment these undead monsters with only one skull left after being beaten by Diablo came into contact with the burial garden, their weakened aura instantly surged, and everything lost in the battle with Diablo was replenished.

And after recovering, these legendary undead still want to rely on the burial garden to retrieve everything they just lost, but under the order of the burial garden, they can only helplessly give up this unrealistic thought.

"What's going on with this space-time gap?"

After the gap between the two sides became peaceful, Diablo's curiosity about this space-time gap broke out.Although he has made up his mind to develop in the main material world, he still has a strong curiosity about other worlds.

"No idea, it was there when I was conscious."

Regarding Diablo's inquiry, the Boneyard has nothing to hide, and this is not some secret news.

"When did you conceive consciousness?"

"2000 years ago or 3000 years ago? I don't know?"

As a super monster with a long history, the ossuary stated that it has lost the concept of time.

"Then is this space-time gap always like this? Every once in a while, alien creatures rush out?"

Diablo was a little curious, do the creatures in the world opposite in time and space remember to eat or fight?Obviously they already knew the danger, but in the end they were sent here wave after wave.

"Almost every once in a while, a large number of creatures will rush out of this portal, and what you saw today is only a small-scale temptation."

"Do you know what's going on in the opposite world? Why are there so many creatures rushing to die here?" Diablo asked the burial garden for information.

"I'm not particularly clear, but according to the soul fragments I devoured, it seems that some irreversible changes have taken place in the world of these creatures.

Their living environment is getting worse and worse, and they desperately want to find a new place to reproduce, so they rush towards me desperately. I don't know exactly what has changed, and I don't care about it. "

Regarding the reason why alien creatures keep sending them away, the Boneyard is very indifferent. This is Chengling's attitude towards the undead. If Diablo hadn't been strong enough, this undead monster would have rioted long ago , How could it be possible to communicate with Diablo so peacefully now.

"You don't even care about this? Haven't you explored the world over there?"

"I tried it, but I can't get through."

"Oh, can't this space-time gap bear your strength?"

"No, if there is no interference, I only need to spend a long time before I can directly enter the opposite world."

"But there is interference, and the body you sent to the opposite side also never returns, so you simply gave up exploring, but stayed here, waiting for the rabbit."

"Yes."

As undead without flesh and blood, their thinking is not disturbed by any emotions. They always choose the most beneficial plan for themselves, even if they lose some dignity.

"Show me the corpses of these alien creatures you collected in chronological order." Diablo asked.

"What do you want to do?" The Boneyard once again expressed its doubts.

"Through the weapons equipped on these alien creatures, observe the progress of alien creatures during these years."

"What's the point?"

The Boneyard still couldn't understand. Although the creatures that came through the space-time gap were indeed getting stronger and stronger as time went by, they couldn't compare to the speed at which they became stronger.

"There are many meanings, stop talking nonsense, do as I ask, this does not violate the agreement between us."

"All right!"

Under Diablo's strong request, the skeletons squirmed, and one after another, wearing different types of equipment, with obvious signs of aging appeared.

Because of the long years, coupled with the erosion of dead energy, and the extremely harsh environment, what Diablo can see at this time is a pile of scrap metal.

But even if it was tattered by death energy, Diablo could tell that the alien creatures on the opposite side had made obvious progress in terms of equipment.

However, it can also be seen from these carefully crafted equipment that the opposite world does not seem to have top-level metals, and their nature does not give birth to divine metals that can be used by gods and are almost immortal.And from this, it can be judged that the opposite world should not be very dangerous.

"Well!"

Diablo pondered for a moment, and then, before the burial garden had time to stop him, a silver light shone between his brows, and then a silver arrow was fired, carrying a ray of Diablo's soul , directly submerged in the space-time gap.

"What are you doing? Didn't you promise not to destroy it?" On the bone land, endless bones shook together, and hundreds of millions of undead began to revive.

"Calm down, don't get excited, didn't you see it? This portal is still in good condition, and it won't affect the guy on the other side coming over."

"But that's not the reason for you to act recklessly. What did you just do?"

"Nothing to do, just send a ray of soul to see the situation. See why the aborigines are forced to die again and again in that world. If the conditions are right, I will pull you over to harvest."

Chapter 376

"The agreed time has passed, and they haven't come back yet, and failed again."

A sigh full of disappointment resounded in a canyon full of vitality. In the depths of the canyon, a group of evil spirits filled the air. The well-equipped knights looked forward to the ever-changing and distorted space-time gap at the end of the canyon.

"It's normal to fail. If we succeed, we can get rid of this world that is about to turn into purgatory."

"Is the world on the other side really suitable for us to survive? We have all lost so many excellent companions and predecessors."

"The Great Prophet said yes, but if we want to go to the new world to gain a foothold, we have to pay the price of being exterminated."

"The Great Prophet..."

As soon as this title came out, no one questioned it, but there were still objections.

"Since going to the new world may be exterminated, why not stay in your own world? The same ending, then I would rather spill my blood on my hometown."

"Going to another world, there is hope for our group to continue, but if we stay here, our group will definitely become monsters."

"How long has it been? Even the history books have no clear records, and the hope of the continuation of the race has not been seen until now. We have only seen the death of one outstanding demon hunter knight after another."

Just as this group of knights was arguing and preparing to go back, there was a sudden violent turmoil in the gap between time and space. When this group of knights looked back, silver light burst out from them and shot into the sky.

Suddenly, in the sky shrouded in dim yellow light, a silver meteor streaked across the sky, and the gloomy and ominous atmosphere shrouded in the sky was blasted to pieces. A silver trajectory lasted for a long time, causing countless ominous monsters to stare.

"What's that? It's scary."

Among the rivers, among the mountains, above the abandoned villages, strange and evil spirits could not help but tremble as they felt the dispersing light.

"sucker Punch."

In the abyss full of blood and rancidity, a pair of yellow, bloodshot eyes opened, looking at the light trails in the sky, staring for a moment, and then slowly closed.

The silver light shocked the world full of dead silence and ominousness, but no matter which side it was, it was impossible to trace the final disappearance of the light, which was beyond their reach, and came from a higher level. strength.

In the town of Sara, a young man who lost his breath not long ago opened his eyes again. A silver light flashed in his eyes for a moment. The originally dark brown pupils were filled with black and yellow. People, basically can't find it.

"waste!"

A ray of soul occupying the boy's body scanned the boy's remaining memory and made a disdainful evaluation.

The boy named Geralt was born in a slum in the town of Sara. His family was poor. He was malnourished and emaciated since he was a child. He was always the target of bullying.

And when his parents died unexpectedly, the young Geralt suffered even more bullying. Sometimes the fruits of his labor were robbed, and he might be dragged and beaten for no reason while walking. A meal is regarded as a meat sandbag to vent emotions.

Because of his congenital weakness, coupled with the fact that he had been bullied since he was a child, Geralt developed a cowardly character of submissiveness, which led to him being beaten to death by a group of drunken gangsters today. The cause of death was internal bleeding.

"Mama's meaningless useless life."

Under the control of Diablo's split soul, the body that had been lost for a while began to work again, and the heart that had stopped beating began to work again.

But when Diablo completely took over the body and staggered up from the cold couch, the reactivated body tissues accurately reported the pain in all parts of the body to the brain.

Then, a dense layer of cold sweat suddenly oozes from the body of the boy named Geralt, which is painful. Although the will to control this body has surpassed the ordinary, the instinctive reaction of the body is temporarily uncontrollable.

"Geralt, is the greatest reason for your existence so far to prepare this dilapidated body and this name for me?"

Diablo looked around at the low, dilapidated wooden house he was in at this time, and described it as a dilapidated wooden house with bare walls, because this dilapidated house didn't even have a complete wall.

"I have accepted your name and your karma. I will vent all the useless air you have held back for 13 years."

It seems to be talking to himself, and it seems to be communicating with Geralt's remaining obsession, but after these few words, Diablo has a deeper control over this body.

Then, Diablo began to repair the damage of his body with his near-divine level of control, but this body has been malnourished since childhood, and the body basically has no fat reserves.

Diablo just repaired the internal organs of the body, and the body became skinny and skinny, without the need for wind, as if he would fall down at any time.

"trouble."

The boy muttered, and began to look for everything that could feed his stomach in this room, and then found two black bread that could be used as bricks.

Boom!

Diablo took one of the black breads and knocked on his bed board, and with a crisp sound, a piece of his bed board was knocked off.

"..."

Without further ado, Diablo took two pieces of rye bread to his waist and went out to look for food.Obviously, this stuff is not something people should eat.

Relying on Geralt's remaining memories, Diablo found the only tavern in the slums for people to enjoy, and the location of the tavern can be seen from its location.

So, when Diablo walked inside, an indescribable smell hit his face.But as far as the physical condition Diablo is controlling now, it's not the time to be picky.

"Hey, Geralt, you're quite strong, you've been beaten up like this by us, and you still come here to drink?"

But as soon as Diablo entered the tavern, he was stopped by a thin young man who smelled of alcohol, and at the table where the young man was sitting, there were four other young men looking at him with optimistic expressions. The appearance of the play.

"I don't think your body looks like you can drink. Give me the money for the drink."

"Are you all responsible for my injuries?"

Diablo looked down at himself, there were large bruises and scars on his body visible to the naked eye.

"Otherwise? Your brain has been beaten into a fool, and you don't even remember it, haha, let me help you remember it!"

The young man rubbed his fists and kicked his legs, but when he moved his body, Diablo pulled out the black bread pinned to his waist, and with all his strength, smashed the bread that was as hard as a brick on the young man's temple.

Chapter 377 Weird