Chapter 599

"Ah! Let me guess, you created something you don't know at all, right?" the scar on Nefarian's face twitched fiercely, showing a mocking smile.

"Chaos means everything is possible! It means infinity! No one can really understand chaos! Whether it's you or me." Zhang Cheng responded expressionless.

He could clearly feel that the anger in the heart of the Black Dragon Prince was rising rapidly and could suddenly attack at any time.

But before that, he still wanted to see what hatched in the eggs of chaos.

"Hum! Push everything you can't understand and control to gods or demons, which is a typical mortal way of thinking. However, for the sake of providing you with an interesting research direction, I decided to let you see mallos with your own eyes before you die." Nefarian raised his arm with a sneer and waved at the only entrance to the lower level behind him.

Creak, creak

With the sound of gear friction, a huge iron fence rose slowly, and out came a behemoth ten meters high.

It has a ferocious and ugly head like the pit lord. Its body is bloated like a huge ellipsoid, but it has no limbs. Instead, it has countless tentacles. At the end of each tentacle, there are chilling sharp barbs.

You don't have to ask. Once you are caught, your skin will crack. Maybe this is what caused the scar on the Black Dragon Prince's face.

In addition, on the surface of the huge body, it is densely covered with red, blue, green, yellow and black scales. Because there is no fixed order at all, it looks like stripes from a distance.

"Oh, my God! It's so ugly! I really don't want to admit that I made it myself." Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows and muttered to himself.

Obviously, with the conflict of two different experimental materials, devil's blood and guarding the dragon's body, and the stimulation of crater crystal from Titan biotechnology, order and chaos finally merged into chaos, and the monster named mallos by the Black Dragon Prince was born from chaos.

It has no reason or even thinking. Its mind is full of crazy desire for destruction and destruction. It is the most ideal tool of war.

Of course, the premise is to find a way to distinguish between the enemy and ourselves.

"Ugly? No! Sad mortal! You don't know how to appreciate it at all! In my opinion, malos is the most beautiful creature in the world. It not only perfectly integrates the ability to protect the dragon, but also allows the evil of the Burning Legion demons to flow in the blood vessels. If it's not too easy to control, I will definitely take it as the blueprint and continuously create an army enough to conquer the world." Nefarian opened his arms and revealed his ambition.

As a man who lost one eye in the first battle, he knows best how terrible the power of this behemoth is.

In front of malos, the so-called quantitative advantage is as ridiculous as a large group of ants rushing towards the colossus. Even more can't cause any harm to it.

Zhang Cheng shrugged his shoulders and joked: "Conquer the world? What a childish and ridiculous idea. If you know Azeroth enough, you should know that it may not be too difficult to destroy her in a strict sense, but conquest is absolutely impossible. This planet has already had its own consciousness. In addition, I have seen monsters hatched by chaos. It's time to use your blood and life to forge a real one My own weapon. "

"Arrogance! Malos! Kill him for me!" Nefarian sneered, raised the hammer with powerful magical energy in his hand, rocamir elomancis, and shot an amazing shadow energy.

"Roar!!!!!!!!!"

The huge monster immediately opened his card and opened his mouth with a deep roar, followed by a hair like pursuit of shadow energy.

"Wow! It seems that you have developed some methods to control it. Unfortunately, this little trick is useless to me." Zhang Cheng directly propped up a shadow energy protection barrier and quickly invaded the monster's brain full of tyranny and chaos through powerful spiritual powers.

He has been in a similar situation, so he knows exactly what to do now.

In fact, you don't need to completely control the monster's thinking. You just need to raise the hatred level of the Black Dragon Prince.

In less than two or three seconds, malos, who had been attacking him, immediately stopped, turned slowly, and stared at Nefarian with two eyes full of hatred and anger.

Before the latter could react to what had happened, he jumped up, grabbed each other with hundreds of claw tentacles, opened his big mouth with acidic saliva and bit it.

"Ah!!!!! Damn it! How dare you!"

The Black Dragon Prince, who was suddenly attacked, immediately recovered his dragon form, waved his wings and slapped the monster's head to push it away.

"Roar!!!!!"

But malos was crazy at the moment. He was not afraid of pain. The sharp barb easily pierced into the solid dragon scale and deep into the flesh and blood.

At the same time, he opened his mouth and spewed out a deadly golden flame.

Although the black dragon had high magic resistance and was even immune to most fires, Nefarian quickly turned his head and dodged.

All the scales and muscles burned by the flame showed rapid aging and death.

There is no doubt that this is no ordinary flame, but a flame containing the power of time of the Bronze Dragon. By accelerating the local time flow, the enemy can taste the pain of rapid aging and death.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Cheng immediately showed a playful smile and sighed softly: "The flame contains the loss of time! How incredible! Dear prince, it seems that you lifted a stone and hit yourself in the foot. I just reminded you that chaos means infinity and everything is possible. No one can really control chaos, even the supreme Titan."

"Shut up! I'll kill you! Take out your soul and torture it for 10000 years!"

Angry Nefarian spewed out a deadly shadow flame while struggling to move to the balcony railing on the top floor of the black stone tower, intending to call for the help of the young black dragon in the sky outside the tower.

"Ha ha! Sorry, I'm afraid you don't have such a chance." Zhang Cheng laughed and took out a stick about the thickness of two fingers and glittering with dazzling magic brilliance.

Its power is so powerful that as soon as it is taken out, it begins to crazy absorb the surrounding magical energy, thus forming a huge magic vortex.

There is no doubt that this is not an ordinary stick. It is the core of Mishra made by the ancient netherriel civilization technology of Phelan. It is a special device that can continuously draw energy from the most primitive magic