Doomsday game, start as the Dragon King of the Abyss

"Can you do it?" the

Black Dragon asked, and the Lost Temple guard fell silent.

In order to take revenge on the black dragon, it teamed up with other Lost Temple guards to pick up a trident weighing a thousand pounds and frantically output it.

"Ding-dong!-ding-dong......

trident landed on the Calamity Demon Armor with a series of crisp sounds.

However,

the more these Lost Temple guards fought, the more frightened they became!

Because, to their horror, they found that after such a round of blows, the black dragon's body was unscathed!

"How is this possible!"

The Lost Temple guards who were the first to fight were full of disbelief!

Although when dealing with the corpse crab before, Yang Ming released the restrained soul in the Calamity Demon Armor at one time, causing the defense of the Calamity Demon Armor to plummet in a short period of time.

But after that, Yang Ming killed a lot of zombies and deep divers one after another, and refilled the Calamity Demon Armor with souls, making its defense power rise again.

This is where the trouble lies in the growth equipment of Calamity Demon Armor.

The more restrained souls there are, the stronger their defenses.

And vice versa.

Otherwise, there will be no introduction under this growth equipment:

the treasure in the hands of the strong, the chicken ribs in the hands of the weak.

With the weapons of the Lost Temple guards, it is obviously a fool's dream to break through the current defenses of the Calamity Demon Armor.

Seeing this, Yang Ming was sure in his heart.

He was so cautious and cautious before, but he didn't expect that there was a group of weak chickens on the other side.

Due to the inability to use the abyssal breath in the ocean, Yang Ming had no choice but to return to his old job.

Dragonclaw,

Dragon's Fang,

Dragon's Tail,

all of them became his melee weapons.

However, fighting at the bottom of the sea is not the same as fighting on land.

Yang Ming could clearly feel that when he launched an attack, the resistance of the sea water was not ordinarily large, and with ten percent of his strength, he was afraid that he would only be able to exert less than half of his power.

The dragon's claws are sharp and can easily tear through a centimeter-thick steel plate.

The armor worn by the guards of the Lost Temple, although carefully forged by the Deep Divers, could not withstand the siege of the black dragons, but they could only be beaten passively.

In less than thirty rounds, the armor on the Lost Temple Guards was extensively damaged, and even the wounds of the serious ones were deep to the bone.

Unlike the bright red blood of humans, the blood flowing from the wounds of the Deep Diver is pale green with a hint of fishy smell.

Yang Ming once tried to bite down and bite off the neck of a Lost Temple guard.

As soon as the head was swallowed in his mouth, the foul smell of fish spread out on the tip of his tongue, and Yang Ming was so disgusting that he almost vomited out the overnight meal.

Since that time, Yang Ming has made up his mind in his heart that he will never easily use the dragon's teeth to bite the enemy as a last resort in the future.

Otherwise, who knows what it will be like to swallow it next time?

Another

fierce blow from the dragon's tail threw out, knocking a scarred Lost Temple guard out of the air, and the opponent's back hit the temple pillar behind him heavily, and then his body slumped down, and the divine light in the fish's eyes gradually dimmed.

After nearly eight minutes of fighting, this was already the Lost Temple Guard who had held out to the end.

The ground was littered with dead corpses, and fragments of armor drifted into the distance with the current.

Pale green blood drifted in the field of vision, and the fishy smell of the sea became stronger.

Killing thirty Lost Temple Guards was a laborious process.

Yang Ming also suddenly realized that he had relied too much on the ability of Abyss Breath before.

Once the Abyss Breath is unusable, with his three-legged cat kung fu, if it weren't for the sharp dragon claws and the strong dragon tail, he might not be able to solve the battle so quickly.

"It seems that the next time you get a lightning skill, it's best to be more melee combat. "

Deciding whether a survivor can go further is a trade-off.

If Yang Ming is just an ordinary professional, or an ordinary bloodliner, Yang Ming will happily join the army, and only need to specialize in one item, so that he can form a complementary match with his teammates.

But now that he has obtained the top bloodline of the Abyss Dragon King, Yang Ming hopes that he can develop in an all-round way, so that he does not have any shortcomings and can deal with all kinds of complicated situations.

There was a trace of warm current in the stomach pouch of the furnace, flowing through the limbs and bones, expelling the cold feeling brought by the seawater, and at the same time, constantly restoring Yang Ming's physical strength.

After just standing in place and resting for a while, Yang Ming regained his vitality and walked towards the largest temple in the palace complex.

After the vicissitudes of time, the temple floor is covered with scattered blood corals, and tall stone pillars stand alone in the bottom of the sea, witnessing the changes of the vicissitudes of the sea.

Vague frescoes can still be seen on the walls of the temple, but the erosion of the sea over the years has prevented outsiders from these frescoes to decipher any useful information.

In addition to the tadpole-like words left on these murals, it can be seen that this group of deep divers is suspected to have a special civilization system, and Yang Ming can no longer see any fame.

"These small secret realms don't seem to have come out of nowhere, but worlds that already exist.

"What is the origin of the doomsday game, and it can actually connect to such a world?"

"Or, what is the ulterior motive behind this?"

Yang Ming will never forget the day the doomsday game opened.

The originally clear sky was shrouded in red clouds, and dandelion-like blood-colored particles floated in the sky.

Soon after, more than half of the world's population was transformed into zombie monsters.

The truth of the Doomsday Game is too far away from Yang Ming to be touched by an existence of his level.

The meal should be eaten in one bite, and the road should be walked step by step.

After reining in his thoughts, Yang Ming focused on the present.

There is not much decoration in the Temple of the Lost, except for a simple offering apparatus, and only one statue of the god enshrined in the temple is the most noteworthy.

This is a life-tall stone sculpture, different from the twenty-meter statue outside the temple, this statue has been eroded by the sea, and it has not changed much over the years.

The stone carving is no different from that of an ordinary deep diver, with a wolf eel head, a wide forehead, thick lips, convex fish eyes, sharp teeth, and gills on both sides of the cheeks and neck.

Beneath the stone carving, a line is written in the tadpole-like script of a deep diver:

God the Father, Dagon.

The moment Yang Ming noticed the stone carving, a hollow voice echoed in his mind, as if it came from the distant shore, and the voice was full of bewitching power.

"Surrender to me!"

"I will grant you a glorious evolution!".