Abyss Special Ice Cream

Chapter 132

In the abyss.

Beneath the poisonous mist, the dark, smooth rock shimmered with a dark light, and black streams of light could be seen flickering within the rock walls, with dark magical fluctuations coming from them.

This was actually an entire Abyssal Stone that had been melted and reshaped by the Dragon Flame.

Below, an Abyssal species is cautiously approaching.

It bowed its head deeply, the sarcoma on its back wriggled slowly, like a hook that couldn't be straightened, and the fiend didn't dare to raise its eyes, but just bent its waist a little lower and shivered as it came forward.

The demon lifted its three frail arms, and offered the gold in its palms in three hands:

"Great, my lord ...... this is ......"

Before it could finish its sentence, it was impatiently interrupted by the waiting eyeballs, urging it on:

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, speed up."

The demon with the sarcoma on its back shivered a few times, and hastily took a few steps forward.

"Well ......"

The eyeballs rattled those gold nuggets with a fine dial, revealing an expression of disgust: "No, the texture is too poor, not precious enough, look again!"

"Yes ...... yes!"

The demon creature was suddenly agitated, did not dare to say anything to refute, just gray head, rolling and crawling away:

"I'll find it again!"

To the side, Black Smoke scrutinized the diamond crown in the palm of the other demon.

It was only before the fiend warily almost carried it over that it finally nodded mercifully, "That's fine, put it over there."

The black smoke transformed into a translucent arm, pointing towards a short distance.

There was an entire mountain of treasures piled up there, looking particularly polished and brilliant under the cover of the dark poisonous fog, gleaming and shining, and all the treasures inside were of such high quality that ordinary gold ornaments and gemstones were not qualified to be included in them.

The demonic creature that brought the Diamond Crown was like a great amnesty, and ran as fast as he could to the Treasure Mountain, placed the treasures he had searched for in it with a tinkling sound, and then quickly disappeared.

The next demon in the queue came up next.

Next to Treasure Mountain.

The teenager nestled into the seat made of Abyssal Stone, propping his chin up in boredom.

His figure was thin and slender, a stark contrast to the angular, rugged seat behind him, and a fair, harmless face was hidden in the depths of the mist, with dense lashes drooping down to half cover the pupils of a pair of molten gold eyes.

In front of him, two long lines of Abyssal species stretched out into the black mist, unending at a glance.

Devil Worm crouched on the seat and fawned, whacking the teenager on the shoulder:

"How is it, my lord, isn't it efficient?"

Humans have been suppressed for a long time, and the magical creatures on the continent have relatively low intelligence, if any at all.

Unlike the continent, most of the powerful Abyssal species have evolved intelligence, and they are able to understand the fear represented behind the dragon's scent and are more aware of the times than the continental species.

--The short answer is that they are much easier to enslave.

Shi An lifted her eyes and hmmm'd.

The Demon Worm sensed that the other party was distracted, and subconsciously slowed down the speed of his hammering shoulder as he asked:

"What is it, my lord?"

Shi An : "...... is nothing."

The stone chair below is made entirely of Abyssal Stone, which has pure Abyssal Magic coalescing in its midst, and is one of the Gargoyle's favorite materials, and will make him feel so at home and comfortable that even Shi An's cavern was paved with this raw stone in the first place.

He couldn't tell you how much he missed his cave when he was on the mainland.

But now ......

But for some reason, Shi An just didn't feel comfortable with it.

--The stone seat beneath his body was cold and hard, and it felt strange no matter what position he lay on it; the stones weren't soft enough or warm enough, and the angles that hadn't yet been smoothed out pressed against his waist, making Shi An feel a little awkward.

The magic worm felt puzzled.

Is there anything that Lord ...... is not satisfied with now?

It shouldn't.

Abyssal dragons were originally the most powerful and ancient creatures in the entire abyss, an existence that resided high at the top of the food chain.

Especially by now, Shi An's strength has almost returned to its peak.

Wherever the shadow of the dragon's wings reached, all defiance and discontent was violently suppressed, the dragon's flame brought destruction and fear, and the abyssal species trembled and quivered at the dragon's scent, bowing down to him either voluntarily or under duress.

Shi An can establish dictatorship//rule in the Abyss and create a kingdom of absolute obedience to him whenever he wants.

The Demon Worm lifted his head and stole a glance toward the densely packed queue below.

--accurately, it's in its infancy now.

Strength and dominance, worship and fear, wealth and power.

Isn't that something any living creature could only dream of?

The teenager moved and changed positions.

As if he had no bones, his whole body practically slumped over the handle of the stone chair, his eyelashes blinking slowly as he said lazily, "I'd like some ice cream."

...... ice cream?

The Demon Worm was stunned.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, it puffed out its chest with confidence, "Leave it to me! I'll go get it for you right now!"

The commands of the Lord are all that belongs to the people!

It flapped its wings and flew off the throne.

The abyssal species below immediately gathered and asked warily:

"Is there anything else Lord Chiron would like?"

The Demon Worm gathered his wings and stood on a higher rock, clearing his throat and commanding from on high:

"Do you have ice cream here?"

The abyssal species looked at each other in disbelief.

"Ice ...... ice cream?"

A look of confusion crossed their ugly, oddly shaped faces, "What's that?"

Magic Worm: "......"

Although it knew that Shi An liked ice cream, what exactly it was ...... Magic Worm was actually not too sure, after all, it didn t have the chance to taste it either.

Not to mention how to do it.

After thinking hard for a long time, the magic worm said somewhat less surely, "Probably, probably something edible that was frozen and then churned into fine ice shavings ......"

As time passes, Shi An gets a little sleepy and her eyelids droop a little.

He yawned, withdrawing his eyes from the unseen queue in front of him, and slowly shifted his posture.

It was at this moment that the Demon Worm's giddy voice came from the side:

"My lord! My lord! The ice cream is here!"

Shi An perked up and propped her upper body out of the chair.

The Demon Worm commanded a bunch of Golem Bugs, holding up a huge translucent ice shell as it flew over.

The translucent ice shell held a pile of red and black stuff, and although it was churned into ice slag, pieces of internal organs could still be vaguely seen, emitting a medium-heavy odor of blood.

Shi An: "......"

"Abyss special ice cream!" Demon Worm puffed out his chest confidently, "Doesn't it smell good!"

Shi An: "............"

Ugh!

*

Administration Director's residence.

It's like a hurricane passing through here, violently destroyed from the foundations up, almost leveled to the ground.

"All, everything I've told you."

The Director was paralyzed in a pile of rubble, almost out of shape, his face ghastly white and twisted with extreme fear, he looked extraordinarily neurotic: "That's all the information there is ......"

The silver-haired man stood amongst the rubble, crimson blood dripping slowly downward from the tip of his snowy longsword.

He nodded and said:

"Thanks a lot."

The other party's voice was low and calm, without much fluctuation, but it inexplicably sent chills down the Chief's back.

"Wait ...... you, what the hell do you want?"

"What for?"

Mu Hang repeated it slowly, seeming to savor each word anew on the tip of his tongue.

He narrowed his eyes, a pair of blue eyes as if they were glaciers that never melted throughout the year:

"Guess what?"

Thinking of all the questions Mu Hang had just asked, the Director suddenly had an ominous feeling:

"Wait ...... wait ...... you don't want to, you don't want to create an abyssal rift and release the gargoyles back out, do you?"

The further he spoke, the more his voice shook, his voice barely smoothing out.

Mu Hang stares at him without answering.

His expression remained serenely indifferent, but this time, the Director had seen the insanity and paranoia hidden under the other's eyes, and he couldn't help but begin to shiver and cry out almost hysterically:

"Are you crazy?"

The more powerful creatures wanted to pass through the rift, the more mature the rift had to be.

And a gap that could accommodate an ancient dragon to travel through ......

It's so ripe that the Director can barely imagine it.

This, this is the equivalent of rebuilding a new abyss on the continent!

"...... crazy?"

Mu Hang repeated with biting emotion.

His eyes were dark with an air of care-filled terror.

"...... no."

The man shook his head, his voice low, some sort of repressed emotion tumbling within his calm tones, almost creepy and unsettling.

He smiled:

"I just need my dragon back only."