"what!"

A painful wailing sounded everywhere. On the ground in front of them, several big men were rolling on the ground, all blood and blood, looking very painful.

Seeing this scene, earlier, the burly man who had brought Atis got up and looked at Atis with a little jealousy in his eyes.

On his body, there is a powerful magical power, which is no longer concealed and diffused, facing Atis there.

However, in the face of the opposing force's oppression, Attis's face did not change in the slightest, but he looked forward quietly without any movement of his body.

He looked relaxed, as if he had no defense at all. However, in the induction of the man facing him, a powerful physical force became more and more obvious, gradually spreading around him, making him afraid to act rashly.

After a long time, the man looked at Artis in front of him and suddenly smiled: "It turns out to be of the same kind."

"Which king sent you?"

He looked at Attis in front of him and asked, apparently misidentifying Attis.

Listening to his words, Artis nodded, but still did not speak.

"Isn't it convenient to say?" Seeing this, the man on the opposite side shrugged, "Forget it, since it's the same kind, it doesn't matter."

"You can call me Adi." He put away his weapon, feeling a little boring, and then walked back silently.

Beside him, several men with magic spots on their faces silently stepped forward, lifted up several big men lying on the ground, and brought them to the other side.

Seeing this, Adys quietly followed while looking at Adi's burly back.

As they progressed, one by one cages stood on the road. Inside, there were naked men and women, old and young, but their bodies were densely covered with scars that looked extremely scary.

At this moment, watching Attis and Adi come in, they all shrank, their bodies trembling instinctively, their expressions on their faces distorted, and they seemed to be close to collapse.

"These animals are of little value because they have been squeezed for too long. If you like, I can give you a few." On the side, Adi watched Attis turned around and looked around, and said.

"No need." Artis responded casually.

He looked at the people around him who had almost collapsed in mind, and frowned secretly.

"Even though these people seem to be in their prime of life one by one, almost all the life sources in their bodies have been exhausted. Even if I take action, even if I rescue them, they won't be able to live much longer."

He thought silently in his heart: "However, after arriving here, the traction of fate has become stronger, right ahead."

In front, as a few people drifted away, a door stood.

Looking at the door, Adi waved his hand, and a person beside him knew, holding a key to open the door.

Suddenly, Attis's heart jumped, as if faintly, some pictures were constantly pouring into his mind.

"Here are some fresh goods, but the price is not cheap." Adi looked at Attis and said.

Gradually there was light in the front, and it seemed to be directly connected to the outside world. In it, there are also many cages, but the number is much smaller than before.

Inside, one by one young boys and girls were locked in it. At this time, seeing Atis and a few people coming in, they suddenly let out a low sound of fear.

However, these people's minds are still normal, and there are no wounds on their bodies, and it seems that they have not been attacked.

In front, an old man with a stiff complexion came up, and some scales could be seen on his body, which was obviously completely demonized.

He smiled lowly, looked very strange, looked at Adi and the others and said, "Master Adi, what's the matter?"

"Dean, take this adult to see this batch of goods." Looking at the old man, Adi's face was a little impatient, and he waved his hand directly.

Dean looked up and looked at Artis, with a hint of surprise on his face: "This lord will come with me."

"This batch of goods were shipped here from various places in the past few months. They are all fresh. I originally planned to send them to the north in two days to dedicate them to the kings." In front, Dean looked in front of him. The naked people have coveted explanations on their faces.

He walked to a cage and pointed to a young girl who had just grown up and had a nice face: "My lord, how about this?"

"In my experience, this young girl who has just grown up tastes the best, and there are many essences in the body, which can be very beneficial to the practice."

As soon as he said this, the girl in the cage suddenly turned pale, holding her knees quietly with her hands, trying hard to hold back her tears, she looked very helpless.

In front, Attis listened to Dean's words and paused slightly.

"Bring her up." He said lightly.

He knew in his heart that at this moment, if he didn't bring this girl out, then this girl would not be able to escape to death sooner or later.

"Although it is impossible to save everyone, if there is only one, and you happen to run into it, then you can help."

This thought flashed in his mind, and then silently watched Dean forcefully grabbed the girl with one hand.

A little bit of blood was spread on the spot. The body of an ordinary person was too weak. Under Dean's strength, it broke a little skin directly, causing a little blood to flow out.

Seeing this scene, Attis looked at the girl who was not covering her body and frowned, "Give her a dress."

After saying this, Attis walked forward. At this time, as the distance gradually shrank, in Attis' heart, the sense of proximity grew stronger.

"Quickly, just ahead." With a little expectation in his heart, he silently walked to a much empty area in front.

There are some small cages with children in them, all looking cringe.

Artis directly ignored the cages in front of him, and as the feeling in his heart grew stronger, he strode forward and walked straight to a corner. There is also a cage there.

And inside, a small figure curled up.

It was a child who looked about seven or eight years old. He looked very young, with a little boy in his arms.

If you look closely, you can find that she is a little girl, very beautiful, and although she is still young, a unique charm between her eyes is already brewing, and she can vaguely see the elegance within. At this moment, looking at Artis who came in front of him, his face was horrified and intensely uneasy.

Artis stared at her closely, to be precise, the little boy in her arms.

In his vision, in that little boy's body, the immense power of destiny was constantly intertwined, fluctuating with the surrounding changes. And above his head, a little bit of the world origin power that Attis was very familiar with was permeating, shrouded in him.

"Not only that, there is also a faintly awakening breath of the blood of an extraordinary life, which seems to be a return to ancestors reaction."

This thought flashed in Attis's heart, and then inside his body, the powerful mental power dissipated, and it was sensed through the strong force of destiny in front of him.

With the induction, a picture gradually emerged in the darkness.

It was a huge dragon roaring up to the sky, burning with fiery flames all over, exuding huge majesty, sweeping around, and the terrifying dragon power escaped.

"Dragonborn?" Sensing the scene, Attis thought, and then silently said: "It can't be wrong, this kind of heavy destiny seems to carry the rise and fall of a world, and the source of the world shrouded in it. Li, is the son of destiny born in this world."

He looked at the little boy with the girl's arms around him, and he sensed that a wild and ancient powerful aura was gradually awakening and becoming stronger.

Scenes portrayed by fate struck again.

In the scene, a tall, long-haired young man with silver eyes stood in the ruins, his body turned into a half-dragon, a long dragon tail, and a powerful dragon power filled the surroundings. In front of him, countless demonized four-armed demon corpses stood horizontally, and only a few deep breaths in the distance were still enveloped. That is the king of the four-armed demon, the last remaining magical power in this world.

In the final scene, he was alone against several demon kings, looking lonely and cold, but silently heading forward.

The scene has since ended, where the power of fate intersects, and it seems to be unpredictable.

If the youth wins in the end, then the last contaminated power in this world will be driven out, and thereafter it will be able to slowly regain its strength and re-prosperity. And if the demon's side wins, then the power of this world will be exhausted, and there can be no second source of power to breed the next son of destiny, the world will be declared annihilated, and it will fall into the endless abyss.

"Sure enough, this is the world's final counterattack. If you succeed, you can get a respite, and if you fail, you will completely degenerate."

Looking at the little boy, Artis shook his head, feeling a sigh of sorrow at the same time.

In the past, this world was extremely powerful, and even gave birth to a demon **** who touched the immortal realm. Even in the entire multiverse, it belonged to the strongest line. It's a pity that the good times didn't last long. After the Demon God's change, the power of this world was greatly weakened, and now it is not as good as the ordinary world.

At least, in the world before Attis, the world consciousness can also breed a sixth-level king ancestor **** to suppress the endgame. And this world is so strenuous even to deal with the legacy of that demon god.

At this time, there was a faint sound of footsteps in the distance.

Dean looked at Attis and the two children in front of him, and couldn't help but stunned: "Adults, this kind of child is more delicious, but it can give very little power, and the effect is far worse than that of an adult."

Listening to what he said, Attis turned around and said lightly: "No need, just them."

"Put them out from the inside and give them to me along with the girl before."

"Yes." Dean said with a smiling face, "However, the price is not cheap."

As soon as the words fell, Atis threw a red object in the distance: "Is this enough?"

Dean asked and took a look. It was a crimson bloodstone.

He nodded and exclaimed, "Enough."

In fact, the value of this bloodstone, not to mention buying three thin slaves, is enough to buy ten more.

After all, for these demonized beings, all they want is the essence of the blood in the life. And if you talk about the benefits of the power of blood, even dozens of people can't be worth such a bloodstone.