The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

The hypocrite Sophokery, with unknown abilities and unknown cards, is a rare mindset among the great demons who use muscle to think, with many records, but exhibiting abilities of a different nature, with too much confusion and uncertainty equating to no intelligence.

He, obviously, deliberately blurred his true intelligence, and his true strength had been hidden in the shadows.

From his past experience and personality, playing tricks far outweighing swords, like demons, and being in contact with them at the time proved that he was also an excessively cautious and cunning being.

In the Battle of the Underworld, according to the change of situation several times tear up the contract regret not to face, find that the whole unstable situation is unrestrained, and finally, the face of the Lord God can be said to have been lost if these events go out.

The same is true in the Principality of Sarah, where even when the gates of the abyss are opened, only subordinates are dispatched to examine carefully and find that, after facing each other, we do not hesitate to abandon the plan of forcible arrival, even if it has not been abandoned in his mouth.

Conspiracy, manipulation, caution, this is the way of survival, but not the way of the leader Wang Bi, does not match his status at the top of the world.

It can be said that of all the gods of the abyss, the hypocrite Sophokery is the countdown, and neither honor nor strength is favoured by the world.

But being able to live to this day does not necessarily prove his path wrong.

At this point, I can't see him any better.

The armor of the hero's light is devoid of any holy light, and the pitch-black devil in his gorgeous armor stretches out his wings, hundreds of meters of manta wings, fanning but not the wind.

That wing, it's gathering light.

All the light is closing in, and one light particle is caught by the black wing, or all the light is eaten by it.

The black manta wings unfolded all over the sky, and all the light gathered and abraded on them, instead resembling an angel with its imprinted lining. In a glorious reflection, the original face was calmed.

It was only then that I saw his face at this time. There should have been a place where all five officials melted, and the pitch-black face engulfed the dark shadow of light.

Under the glorious cover, at this time Sophocles, the face is like a twisted black hole, a blur, the wings of light and the wings of darkness overlap, around the multi-wing Demon King there is implicitly a hymn, the black horn is wrapped around the cross of the demon pattern.

The great devil descends from the sky, accompanied by night and light, a strange sense of holiness and ritualism that makes him more like an angel than a devil.

This is definitely not what a great demon should be capable of, let alone what that armor can do. Instead, that gorgeous armor is hiding and suppressing his true posture.

I implicitly felt that Sophokery was the real face, the light and the dark intertwining.

And what bothered me the most was his posture, which was to fight me to the death, which changed so much from the way he fought the wind in the past.

“Desperate to aid Danatis? That's impossible. What's he doing it for? ”

Today's battlefield attracted too much attention and Sophokeri did not hesitate to reveal his power, which is completely inconsistent with the character he displayed on a weekday basis.

Originally, we were opponents based on our own power gap, the strongest Titans cleaned up Danatis, and I was up against Sophokery, who should lack the will to fight, but at this time, he, with no intention of communicating at all, put himself into a full-fledged fighting pattern, as if I was in bad luck again.

But Sophocles won't give me a chance to doubt, and at this point, even if I suppress my doubts, I'll have to deal with them.

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The battle on the eastern front could not stop when the battlefield on the western front escalated into an epic mythical battlefield as the battlefield progressed.

Rotten monsoon winds blow through the mountains, massive clouds gather together, the storm falls unnaturally, and the dawn sun pierces this evil sky.

Seems to be well prepared for heavy rainfall, the church priests of the Southern sect rise a ray of salvation, where the light shines, and the evil rainfall cannot fall.

The clouds are dispersed by the light, and in the thickest clouds, the curses and exclamations of men are implicitly heard.

And on the clouds, the brutal dragon wars are taking place.

Yes, Dragon Wars, to a hundred dragon wars.

In the sky, the angry tyranny king rolled himself into a bunch, and two giant faucets couldn't resist swallowing flames and cold ice. The scattered flames instantly evaporated the famous long river water here, and the ensuing flames of hell made it instantly desert and scorching hell.

And the Lord of the devil, who cannot live for a lifetime, has encountered the greatest crisis of his life.

Hundreds of ancient dragons are surrounding this "rebellion and shame of the Dragon Nation” and "the black history of the living Dragon Nation”.

Red Dragon is throwing out flames flying at high speeds, Bronze Dragon jumped on Salwenstein's back, tearing its dragon scale with his gifted hard claw teeth, even that weak, stupid Green Dragon, White Dragon, after growing into an ancient dragon, is also a terrible war beast.

Dragonbreath and Longwei became the least valuable things on the battlefield. Both sides' resistance was surprising, but their ability to impose was average. As a result, the Battle of the Dragon was easily turned into a bloody bite air war.

At this point, it's more sharp than who's thick, who's claw teeth, and obviously, Salvinstein is amazingly tough in this regard.

Without a giant dragon falling from the air, and a giant dragon rising from the ground, with the combined efforts of the three dragon cities, today's giant dragon army does not need to worry about follow-up shortcomings, just gradually weaken him enough to see.

But today's protagonist does not belong to the legendary Dragon City.

The translucent wings of the night dance in the sky, but the popular body is covered in a dark mist, with only the eyes of the orangutan glittering with a strange glow.

Dragon of death, dragon of the underworld, dragon of death.

The messengers of the underworld did not reveal their faces, wrapped in the mist of the dragon's body, and were a form of protection for others.

After all, as incarnations of death, spreading death is already an instinct, and the weak life of the Lord's face can die directly if it sees their true bodies or is watched by their eyes.

On that day, the blood battle in the underworld again appeared, and in the siege of the other dragons, the dragons flew in high speed circulation for a clever hunt.

They, revolving around the mighty Lord of the Devil, bow their heads from time to time, and they do not need to engage in physical struggle at all, and that breath of death is more dangerous and deadly than any other dragon that exists.

The dragons are proud of their resistance and their resistance to demons. In the face of the death breath of the Underworld, it makes no sense.

Every time Pluto throws up, Salwenstein doesn't care that the war has just begun. He hasn't seen through the character of Pluto yet, but it doesn't prevent him from finding out that things are wrong. Every breath is coming to an end of his life.

Salwinstein is tired, tired, and in recent years the memories of many wars and defeats have appeared in his mind, with an unknown fear in his mind.

“Am I going to be grinded to death by these lowly lizards? ”

He tried to escape, but in the siege of the dragons, he couldn't escape.

And the familiar fluctuations in power to the west made him eager to rush to the battlefield on the western front.