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Domo's face turned red from shame.

"The face is as red as the butt, no wonder there is a saying about the red monkey. What surprised me was that the Bemon clan came here with the purpose of being a fool, which really made me misunderstand." Archangel Changxiuyu said sarcastically.

The angel accompanying him also made a teasing sound.

The orcs glared at them.

And what is even more angry is...Domon, who is ridiculed.

He mobilized his magnificent muscles and trembled at an astonishing frequency, and his already thick body hair also stood upright.

"After beating this young dragon, I will pull out every feather of you! Then, burn it little by little in front of your great statue of God, and see if your great gods can do anything."

"You bastard!" Xiu Yu roared sharply.

The angel who just kept a smile on his face also completely changed his appearance.

The most taboo thing for the angels who serve God is to slander God's words.

"Are you going to fight?"

Yole took out the food, placed it in front of him, sat down and then acted as if he was watching the game.

Under his words, Xiu Yu remembered his purpose. He suppressed his anger and raised his hand slightly to stop the angel who was about to launch an attack. "Let's wait and see, how do you beat this young dragon?"

"Then you just watch it..." Domon clenched his fists, "Now there is only one dragon, he can only belong to the Beamon clan."

As for the red dragons taken away by adult dragons, they could no longer be their target. Domon even dared not ask him where he went.

Manipulating the body and attacking the barriers blocking the outside in a crazy manner.

The mental attack seems to have lost its effect.

Yole frowned, and the magic in the barrier counterattacked, which really worked.

However, Domeng waved his fists like inertia with his "passion". It would be better to say that he was not afraid of pain than to say that he was... the fighting spirit surpassed everything.

Joel put away the food indifferently. After Igna was gone, he became accustomed to putting the food in the space ring.

Although he wanted to put it in the Bradley Dragon Book, because it seemed to have a thermal insulation effect, it refused.

"...The farce should stop." Yoel said slowly.

Then, a figure jumped out from behind him.

He prefers to destroying the enemy with his own strength.

That figure was About who had obtained the position of family.

He jumped down from the city wall and came to Domon.

"A stupid beast, you will be sanctioned by About."

"You..." Domon looked down at the tiny About and showed a disdainful face.

The ratio of the difference between the two means a huge difference in strength.

In the past, Domon was even unwilling to pay attention to this idiot who had lost his mind and shouted, but now... he needs to show his strength to scare Joel.

"Fighting skills, three blades!"

About launched a swift slash.

The moment he took action, Domeng's plain face changed. He felt the threat from this quick slash. He lifted his hard arms and made a head-protecting action to block About's slash. The quick slash left scars on his arm. The moment he resisted the impact of power, Domeng turned to defense and attack.

About retreated in time and avoided the attack.

Domon looked at About and put away the disdain, but that was all.

He made a comment about About.

"The speed is good, but the strength is not good."

About's power can only cut his skin, which is a situation where speed is blessed. You must know that the speed is fast enough to increase the impact force brought by attack. However, About can only bring such ordinary damage to him at the same speed. It can only be said that his power is weak to a certain extent.

When About did not argue with him, he just launched an attack again.

Domon continued to block.

The battle lasted for a while.

About continued to attack, just as Domon was about to reply to his words "boring".

The powerful and powerful attack made the sound of a fractured arm he used to block.

"You're hiding your strength?" Domon's biggest reaction was.

About just shook his head. During the battle, he just felt that the power kept rising, and the origin of all the power came from Yol.

Just as About was thinking, Yole also looked at About.

He was dissatisfied with the speed of his strength increase.

It took ten minutes to grow to one tenth of his power.

In other words, it takes a hundred minutes to fully possess his power.

Some of the idleness may also be due to... About is not good at using power.

"End the battle..." Yoll greeted.

Abu Te said that he could no longer resist Joel's order, but even without this order, he would not have the intention to fight the enemy. Now he is stronger than this behemoth, and such a battle is just a humiliation to his opponent.

"Fighting skills, serial blades!"

Countless slashes swung Domeng at an overwhelming speed, hitting his abdomen to bloodyness.

Domon, who was severely injured, was obviously unable to fight.

"The combat skills...the name is really rustic." Yoel sighed.

But this is obviously not the point of the problem.

He noticed a near breath, not an orc or an angel, but an alternative breath.

There are countless smells mixed, like a mixture of various races.

"Who is it?" Yoll asked into the air.

"Beautiful..." a praise came from the end of the sky.

As the voice was conveyed, the figures of these people had already arrived above Epalenque.

Their speed was faster than the sound.

Joel noticed two familiar figures inside, Andre and Polova.

However, compared to the two, the old man behind him cares more, and the feeling of coercion he brought is no different from the ordinary adult dragon who has been pursuing him recently.

"Beautiful...sensory power!" The old man saluted in the air with a cane.

Seeing that aging look, Yole was a little worried. He suddenly fell off the top and then leaned on him - "Isn't it just a gift to you, give me treasures."

If he were that old man, he would definitely do this now.

However, his concerns obviously did not happen, and the old man obviously had no intention of doing so.

He took out a ring and signaled Andre to hand it over to Jor.
Chapter completed!
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