A very strange but strangely familiar feeling is emerging, it seems to be the power that I had before.
A throne with gold background and black lines slowly appeared above the kingdom, seeming to leave its mark.
The next moment, huge energy surged into his body, and the dragon-shaped origin grew at an exaggerated speed.
At this moment, he felt that he had unlocked a lot of abilities. These energies were very similar to the Holy Lord's spells, except that there was one missing electric eye, but he had awakened an ability related to the eyes.
It seems like you can see living things. Souls?
Everything else is exactly the same.
As the throne slowly fell to the ground, the moment the throne was completely settled in the kingdom, the energy in his body began to surge again.
If based on the fighting power just now, if the shining golden goddess stood in front of him again, then Shen Zhao felt that he could even press her to the ground and rub her without giving her any resistance.
As the increase continued, Shen Zhao's figure also changed from two meters three to five meters. The golden lines on his body became clearer, and the azure color on the pair of crown-like dragon horns became more obvious. With the
The last pair of scarlet eyes gave people a sense of oppression.
"Is this the increase in territory? It's so strong!" Shen Zhao murmured. He let go of the hand holding the Holy Lord's soul, feeling a little dazed by his current strength.
From now on, he is also a monarch with his own kingdom, a real kingdom, not a simple castle.
The Holy Lord next to him immediately regained his freedom because he was released by Shen Zhao, but he strangely did not cause any trouble. Now that he was deprived of his kingdom, he just stared blankly at everything that once belonged to him.
Thousands of years of struggling in hell, and the ambition to escape from hell, all of this disappeared at this moment.
He is no longer a monarch. The once arrogant Lord of Fire is gone!
Shen Zhao noticed his appearance and was a little surprised. After all, he was deprived of everything by his own son. No matter how hysterical the Holy Lord was, Shen Zhao would not be surprised.
But he just watched so quietly, like a twilight old man, with a sense of decline prominent in him.
Like a loser.
Shen Zhao looked at it, and the original joy of taking a step towards the great cause of unification was diluted. He could actually understand the current situation of the Holy Master. Although he could not empathize with it, he could know it.
A position that you have been proud of your whole life, a goal that you have strived for all your life, if it is just gone, anyone will be depressed.
"Old man."
Shen Zhao's words were interrupted, and the Holy Lord's voice was very low: "Now, everything is yours, do you still want to mock me, a loser?"
Shen Zhao was stunned, and his tone became a little relaxed: "I can't say ridicule. Blue Star can only accommodate one monarch. Before reunification, we were just pawns. If Heiqi Zhengqi is unhappy, he will bring out gods and saints to fight against us.
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"But except for Curse Blue, I'm afraid you've never been out to the scenery outside Blue Star, right?"
"As a former demon king, don't you want to see what is hidden in this sea of stars? Or don't you want to conquer the universe?"
Shen Zhao is not that boring, and ridicule is not his character. If he really wants to torture, he can completely destroy the body of the Holy Lord, and then permanently seal the soul and bring painful torture.
But there was no point in doing that. What he wanted was to bring eight monarchs to the universe, rather than stand alone at the pinnacle of the universe. Looking back, there was no one to talk to on an equal footing.
This is also the reason why he gave up gossip and completed himself.
The Holy Lord was silent. He watched the kingdom that once belonged to him gradually sink into the ground. He looked up and saw that the sun that had not been seen in the sky for a long time looked so dazzling in the gradually dissipating darkness.
It seemed that something was imprinted on his heart, but the country was still destroyed. This was the original place, the place where he was originally born, but now it has imprinted the mark of others.
"Although your way of monarchy is gone, you are still a wizard and the originator, and the infinitely vast area in the universe may not be able to establish the way of monarchy!"
Shen Zhao's words actually made the Holy Lord a little moved, but
"My anger is missing, and my origin has been eliminated. Other monarchs have not. Let's talk about it after you achieve the unification you mentioned." After all, the Holy Lord did not refuse, and of course he did not agree.
The blood relationship has always made the Holy Lord remember some family affection. Maybe he doesn't admit it himself, but the fact that the proud monarchs can die together without hysterics explains everything.
A smile appeared on Shen Zhao's face again. It would not be too late that day. After all, he had spent half a year walking the devil's path for twenty years.
Although he relies on the system, who is sure that this is not his unique ability?
"West Market!"
Shen Zhao waved his hand, and the slowly dissipating darkness was instantly withdrawn. At this time, the Holy Lord's kingdom completely sank into the ground, as if it had never appeared before.
As the Eye of Aurora fluctuated, Shen Zhao and the Holy Lord appeared in the ruins instantly.
This city is considered ruined, but with the current technology of mankind, it is not impossible to build a city, but Shenzhao doesn't care about this.
He is now a demon, and he is still the highest-ranking demon. Perhaps because of time travel, his senses are slightly biased toward humans.
But the devil is always a devil. Maybe it's the Holy Lord's brainwashing, or maybe he has an indifferent heart. In short, he is a stranger to today's human beings.
Even if he becomes the monarch of Blue Star, Shen Zhao doesn't care who is the leader of ordinary creatures. As long as he doesn't seek death, he has no interest in paying attention to those ants who are not extraordinary.
Floating and rapidly erupting with dual divine power, Shen Zhao directly led the Holy Lord across the dilapidated city and arrived at a jungle on the edge of the city.
With the Holy Master looking obviously confused, Shen Zhao led him to a group of mages who had prepared spells.
The Holy Master's eyes suddenly became gloomy, and he looked straight at Shen Zhao, with some anger in it. What did this filial son want to do?
He has nothing now. His strength is at the level of the Archmage. Does he still need to be on guard?
"It was prepared in advance, so there is no need to regret it." Shen Zhao shrugged, and with a wave of his hand, the Holy Lord was pushed to the center of the thirteen mages.
In an instant, powerful magic surged, and the Holy Lord's entire dragon began to twist, gradually turning into a familiar coiled dragon statue. A rebellious sound finally appeared in his mouth.
It's a pity that Shen Zhao didn't feel this kind of painless rebuke at all, and turned around and returned to the castle with the thirteen people and the statue in an instant.
Looking at the Holy Lord hanging on the wall again, Shen Zhao felt more and more pleasing to the eye.
Sure enough, the statue should be hung on the wall.