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Volume 2: The Rise of Black Technology Chapter 207: Digging out your own eyes

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    Just when something like this happened on the main plane, Mo Yan in hell also regained consciousness.  Mo Yan was not surprised about his failure, because when he decided to fight the demon lord, he had already prepared for the possibility that he might be killed. Being able to wake up again was already a good result.  With the strength of the Demon Lord, it is already difficult to compete with him with his current strength. Being able to persist in fighting such a situation can be considered an improvement.  As for the last ability used by the demon lord, Diak had told Mo Yan after he woke up. It was the last combat skill the demon lord used to save his life, a short burst of powerful power at the cost of burning his own soul.  Even Diak could only choose to avoid it.  "It's better to go to the next battlefield as soon as possible." Mo Yan looked at the charred flesh all over his body and said to Diack who was standing aside: "Maybe I encountered some creatures with good vitality on the road, otherwise I am really like this.  It's too ugly, and is my left eye blind? " "That's right, the impact of the flames from the Balrog was very severe. Maybe your left eye closed a little late." "Dia.  Ke nodded and said: "Now you can only use one eye temporarily, but your magic sword has the ability to extract life force. As long as you kill enough creatures, the eyes can grow back like flesh and blood." "Then  I won¡¯t use my eyes for the time being.¡± The tauren lowered his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly inserted it into the socket of his right eye, pulled out the intact eyeball and endured the pain, and said, ¡°Use soul vision to cut off reality.  Observing things may improve my strength faster. I need to be more accustomed to seeing the world with other eyes." "Maybe this is a good idea for you," Diack said.  He took a piece of black silk and a small kettle on his waist and handed it to the minotaur and said, "After all, it took me nearly two years to be able to use Crudia Baccarat's vision freely. Abandon it for the time being**  Eyes are a good way to train. Once you can fully control Krudia Baccarat's vision, I believe your strength will improve a lot." Mo Yan poured the potion from the kettle into the empty eye sockets.  After stopping the blood spurting out, he wrapped the black thread in his hand over his eyes.  Mo Yan, who had already opened his eyes, did not have any difficulty in moving because of the loss of his eyes. He returned the kettle in his hand to Diak and said with a smile: "Fortunately, I am not from the Elf tribe. Otherwise, I would probably be beaten by someone with my appearance."  Captured and imprisoned for ten thousand years. " "What?" Diack felt that Mo Yan's words were a bit confusing, but it was not an important matter anyway, so he did not intend to continue asking, but looked at the tauren's crotch.  Said: "Although I also know that the tide silk of the hell butterfly family can resist flames, I never thought that it can actually resist the magic flames of the Balrog. In the future, I may be able to use this thing to make a special armor.  Fight against the Balrog." "Is that monster's race called Hell Butterfly?" Mo Yan heard Diak's words.  He looked at the red cloth around his waist and said, "So are they similar to the butterflies in the main plane? At a certain point, like insects, they can undergo a special development and turn into beautiful butterflies? Ha I guess  It just has two more gorgeous wings, but it still looks like a monster. " "You're wrong," Diak sat on a chair in the tent and said, "Although the Hell Butterfly Tribe was very powerful when it was young.  They are ugly, but after laying eggs and eating their husbands, they will completely transform into another form. They are rare beautiful existences in hell, and only a few succubi can match them. But it is a pity that they transform.  After that, they can only live for a month. After that, they will spontaneously combust and die, leaving not even a trace of dust behind. It is said that they will take their husband's soul to the underworld and live there forever.  And because of this rumor, some people will even take the initiative to be eaten by them, because at least they won't stay in hell. " Mo Yan has no interest in whether the hell butterfly tribe will become beautiful in the future, and it seems that they will be able to transform.  The look of needing to eat yourself.  Even Mo Yan would not sacrifice himself for such a thing for the sake of beauty that he could not see or touch.  Mo Yan, who had lost both eyes, had not fully recovered from the injuries on his body. The brittle skin would bleed as long as he moved.  Mo Yan wanted to take a medicated bath using Diack¡¯s potion.  But their current location was not only far away from the nearest water source, but also within the control of the enemy, so Mo Yan could only endure it temporarily until the entire knights set off.  Head to the next city to raid.  Even the hellish creatures in the wild nearby were all frightened and disappeared due to the fluctuation of magic energy when the town was destroyed.  And just as the demon knights in Batal were going crazyWhile hunting, Batal's castle also caught an unexpected guest.  Although no one in Batar City has tried to sneak into the castle for a long time, it is obvious that the tight guards have not slackened at all, not because of how dedicated they are, but because any slackness may become a weapon for their colleagues to attack themselves.  There are countless demons in hell who rely on reporting others to gain power.  "Is that so" Arena looked at the ugly monster that was tied up in heavy shackles and carried to the main hall and said with a smile: "I should have thought that with his strength at the time, it would be impossible to kill one.  As for the Hell Butterfly, it seems that he escaped from your lair. "The captured infiltrator was the monster who had been trying to eat Mo Yan, because Mo Yan never came out since he entered the castle.  Having to go into danger.  Although she also thought that the Minotaur might have used the teleportation array to leave, she still held on to the one in ten thousand hope of entering the castle and finding the Minotaur.  The monster is already scarred. Last time, Mo Yan coaxed her to go to the most dangerous place in that building and assassinate three powerful leaders.  But when she was seriously injured and killed three bosses, she did not find the key that Mo Yan said. When she returned to the dungeon again, the tauren had escaped and disappeared as expected.  She knew that she had been deceived, but she could not stop her from continuing to look for her husband. She comforted herself that this was just a little joke between them.  In the dark little waterways of the city, monsters waited for their wounds to heal with smiles and tears.  This was different from what her mother told her. Her father only ran away once and was eaten by her and her mother when she was young.  "This may be a test of love for her." She thought to comfort herself.  After nearly half a month passed, she had recovered from her injuries and followed the smell to the castle in the city.  She knew that this was the most dangerous place in the city, and the risk of losing her life made her hesitate, but she was unwilling to give up.  So she kept wandering outside the castle, smelling his scent in the air.  In this hesitation, half a month passed again.  Suddenly one day, the sudden disappearance of the familiar smell gave her a very bad premonition. She knew that the Minotaur was no longer in the castle. There must be a remote teleportation circle in this majestic and huge building.  If the tauren had not been eaten by others, it would have been sent to an unknown distance by the magic circle.  Whether it was to confirm whether he was dead or to continue tracking her, she had to enter this dangerous place. After hesitating for three days, the monster finally made up his mind.  One late night, she tried to sneak into the castle, but was discovered by the devil when she was about to approach the middle level.  It was impossible for a monster like her to see Arena, but the dagger she held in her hand attracted the attention of the guards. It was not something that an ordinary hell creature could hold.  Such long swords are usually worn by demons from the upper echelons of Batar. They are precious accessories that even some small nobles on the outskirts of the city cannot obtain.  Judging from the condition of the long sword, it was probably not picked up from a corpse in the wild.  The guards who were unsure of the identity of this hell butterfly had no choice but to report the matter to the higher-ups.  Arena did not forget that the red cloth around the tauren's waist was an important item belonging to this race, so the conversation just happened.  And Arena also wants to see this rare race. They rarely appear in the cities of hell.  "You smell like him! You despicable female!" Just like a wife who discovered that her husband had cheated on her, the imprisoned monster struggled vigorously after seeing Arena, and the fierce light in its eyes seemed to threaten her.  Tear Arena apart.  Hell butterflies in estrus are just like humans in love.  Almost any mistakes were not made by their partners. It was the temptation of others that made him make mistakes that he should not have made.  "Do you know who you are talking to?" A cold expression appeared on Arena's face. She is not the kind of devil who is good at hiding her emotions, and the powerful Medusa family does not need that kind of hypocrisy.  .  Arena stepped down from his throne, quickly came to the front of Hell Butterfly, grabbed her long arm that was comfortable with the chain, and pulled it off effortlessly.  "Although hell butterflies are rare." Arena said coldly amidst the screams of the monster: "But it is not a precious species. If you anger me, you will make the worst decision in your life.  ! Drag her down and crush her into a pulp, I want it! Huh? Wait you have already given birth to your own eggs?" The slightly bulging belly of the monster caught Arena's attention. She seemed to have thought of something interesting.  He smiled and waved his hand to ask the oncoming guards to retreat.  Just nowThe anger completely disappeared, she walked to the monster and touched her belly and said: "Well I might be able to give him a good gift, if he really got the goddess's artifact." ps  : Please recommend, please collect I feel the title is not very appropriate
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