I’m Really Not The Demon God’s Lackey

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The dark wizard Dunlop Gar, code-named "Flying Dragon", is a wild wizard in the traditional sense. That is, the kind that is despised by the orthodox wizards who value inheritance most. He has no teacher, no inheritance, and the spells he has learned now are all cobbled together or learned by stealth, or directly robbed by spells that plunder memory, and even some spells created by himself with some special languages. To put it another way, Xianxia is a loose cultivator with no sect. He himself, like the Creatures he is good at, is a "suture monster". But from another point of view, he was able to surpass all the "academic" wizards and become a powerful panic-level teacher despite all the self-study, there is no doubt that talent, hard work and luck coexist. Maybe let him have a serious teacher, his achievements will be far more than he is now. But it may also kill his savage growth nature, causing him to be like those uncharacteristic academic wizards. But in fact, when Gal was still at the abnormal level, it was not that there were no more advanced wizards throwing olive branches to him, wanting to turn this talented wild wizard into his own disciple. Greenhouse flowers, who learn spells in wizard schools and lack practice, are also very contemptuous, and don't even bother to be with them. Moreover, Gal, who had already been involved in the blood feast at that time, did not think that these people could really teach him anything. His miscellaneous spells have long been self-contained, forming a set of theories and fighting methods that are unique to him, so he is very clear in his heart that changing these will only make him lose his greatest advantage. Gal used to say this: ''One of my favorite things about the dragon Gal is to say no to people who think they are right! Of course, after he passed the transaction in the blood feast and gradually accumulated and broke through to the panic level, those panic-level wizards who had chased and killed him were also killed by him one after another. Those who can be his teachers basically do not exist. But not without. One of the original behind-the-scenes founders of the Blood Feast, the destruction-level dark wizard named Zikaku, once wanted to accept him into his wizarding army, and he did not hesitate to reveal his identity. But Gal still refused, but this time the way was a lot more euphemistic. ls\u003eAfter all, the destruction level this- .. is really hard to beat. Fortunately, Zikaku himself has his own entire army of wizards, and there is no shortage of people at all. It's just a whim to take a fancy to this little panic level. Gal himself regrets it, but he doesn't regret it. Because from the moment he became a dark wizard and chose the direction of his main attack, he had his own goals and dreams. To sum up, in one sentence, Wilde will always drop God! "I can see at a glance that you are imitating Wilde, although I haven't had the chance to see him in person yet, but I'm very familiar with this outfit! Feilong winked, although he was wearing a mask, he could still see his excitement. Imagine how he suppressed his excitement when he met his peers just now, Pretending to be serious and giving routine warnings and explanations of rules. As a wild wizard who has been at the bottom all the year round, Feilong does not have the coldness and elegance that wizards have in their inherent impression. In the difficult bottom-level environment, Without any support or backstage, in order to make further progress, he has never used any means. He is so smooth that he can't talk to people and talk to ghosts. If it wasn't for this, he wouldn't be able to do both. The matchmaker. "This black robe is a classic!" Orthodox black wizards should wear black robes, the thorn totem and sacrificial knife are a perfect match, as the disciple of the dark emperor Augustus, Wilde is the real ancient black wizard orthodox , Those so-called academics, they are simply a group of mentally retarded. Feilong raised a horn on the shoulder of the newcomer in front of him in black robe, and said with admiration. He completely forgot his disdain for all orthodox wizards when he was cynical, and made no secret of his own. Double standard. "You are wearing formal clothes, right, right, the essence, this detail is too restored!" Wilde is such an elegant old gentleman, killing is like a ceremony, no matter when, not He will lose his demeanor. Feilong's tone is envious and yearning: "I heard that even when he was fighting Joseph, he didn't lose the slightest bit of composure, it's too strong!" And this mask is too iconic, I remember that Wilde's nickname came from this. It is said that when he was a panic-level in his early years, he had a revenge with a destroyer. Although he escaped the pursuit, he ruined his entire face and wore a mask to cover his appearance. "Later Although he has already taken revenge, in order to remember this hatred since 2. So he never took it off again. Feilong commented on the dress of the newcomer cos Wilde in front of him with great interest, and by the way, he counted the life of the "faceless man with black scales" like a family treasure. Deeds

The black snake stood there and let the guy point and point, with a strange look in his eyes. He came here this time without any disguise, naturally because in the eyes of most people, Wilde died under Joseph's hands as early as two years ago. With such a big swing, no one would doubt that he really was. In fact, this is indeed the case. After disguising his breath, most people who meet him think that he is posing as or an admirer of Wilde. However, I didn't expect to meet a real Wilde fan-... "And you are of snake-man blood, this It's really a natural advantage. Feilong-Ve envy the tone of the other party's ability to stick with idols, and all regretfully said: "It's just that your dog is too abrupt, and it completely ruins the whole temperament.

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The big white-haired dog roared in an instant, showing a bad look. You are abrupt! You have no temperament! Feilong's heart throbbed, as if he was being stared at by something terrifying, but he disappeared immediately. His eyelids jumped, and he became vigilant when he saw the big white dog who suddenly resumed his cuteness. This new... doesn't seem to be easy. But on the surface, he just laughed, gave a thumbs up, and said, "But this dog looks extraordinary at first glance, and has great potential hahaha! The black snake reaches out and touches it. Touching the dog's head, he just said lightly: "It's called

Griddy Feilong saw that he didn't seem to want to talk to himself very much about his idol Wilde, so he had to attribute it to the possibility that the other party was introverted and sullen. Wearing this cos suit was already very shameful, and it was not like being executed in public. Feilongjia expressed his understanding, coughed twice, pointed to the door in front, and resumed his serious tone, saying: "Okay, here is the point of this blood feast party, I will introduce you to them in a while. Head. He has already sensed that the ten panic-level blood banquet participants in the door. But in addition, there are another ten panic-level, and one... Destruction level. "It's still a Old acquaintance. he smiled.

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