"So you want to capture something like this with just the mercury, the vortex machine, and the big net?"

Kazama Ruri looked at the equipment prepared by the members of the Fierce Ghosts and sneered.

The king held out a finger and shook it slightly, "No, no, no, these are just to give our god some tests. The one who can really capture the god is you."

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The sound of teeth gnashing, claws scratching metal, flesh tearing and colliding... Thousands of noises are transmitted into the interior through the iron shell of the Diryste, like the evil spirits of hell knocking on the door.

They twisted their ugly bodies and tore around the Trieste, like a group of cats trying to open a delicious can.

Lu Chen sat calmly in the center. When he felt the rising force above his head suddenly disappear, he knew that the steel cable was broken again.

I'm really afraid that I won't die...

He held Greed in his left hand and Envy in his right hand. The knife was not unsheathed, and a pair of dazzling golden eyes as bright as lava deep in the ocean trench ignited.

Invisible pheromones spread in the deep sea, but the corpse guards did not retreat.

They are the corpse guards refined by the gods. They are dead creatures, so naturally they do not have the emotion of fear.

Bang-bang-bang-

With repeated impacts, cracks gradually appeared in the tempered glass of the Ditryeste, and the iron shell also made a crunching and shattering sound.

The cracks on the glass are getting bigger and bigger, and the corpse guards are getting more and more excited. They are now dominated by blood and killing.

The aura of dragon blood emanating from the iron shell not only did not make them flinch, but instead aroused their ferocity. They were created to fight on the dragon battlefield.

When the cracks on the glass spread to the limit, the golden eyes of the corpse guards revealed a bloodthirsty look.

The young man sitting in the cabin slowly raised his head and looked around at the group of corpse guards surrounding him, revealing his white teeth and a boiling murderous intent beneath his smile.

In the next moment, the upper and lower sides of the Diryste separated, and a large number of bubbles rose up and turned into liquid under high pressure. Along with the bubbles, the dark and dried blood rose.

Like a deep-sea bomb detonating, the direction of the ocean current was instantly disrupted. The two long knives flashed in the sea like meat grinders, and were illuminated by the pair of gradually dimming golden eyes like phantom glass.

The Corpse Guards were smashed into pieces and cut off. They were imbecile and had a pair of golden eyes with a little confusion before they died. This was indeed a hunt, but they seemed to have mistaken the identities of the hunter and the prey.

The progress of the broken glass is not the boy's remaining life time, but the countdown to their death.

The young man's red gold eyes revealed an excitement that far surpassed that of the corpse guards. He waved his swords and used his strength to move in the water. In just a few seconds, the entire body of water was filled with broken limbs. The corpse guards sank again, forever.

Falling towards the trench.

He looked at the group of corpse guards rushing toward him not far away, and faced them without evading.

The depression he felt because of being plotted just now was gone, not because of the venting brought by the killing, but because...these are all origin coins!

Last time, he was still thinking about whether he could be asked to cut down a group of black snakes on his way back after coming out of the Bronze King City, but unfortunately he didn't encounter them again.

But just after he performed the operation, he discovered that a corpse guard actually had 500 origin coins!

Well...it's so pitiful. He speculated that it might be because these things are considered dead objects, or maybe the space is resisting his behavior of brushing points, but if he can't resist this, he can still brush them in groups.
Chapter completed!