The chanical Flying Dragon is so powerful, yet it’s still just a flying dragon, not a pure-blooded giant dragon. This dragon egg, however, was genuinely laid by a Black Dragon.
Its combat strength is absolutely not weak.
Gazing at the market that had been mostly explored, Lear, holding the dragon egg, was no longer very interested and signaled the Cave Dweller to lead the way and leave directly.
At this mont, the Cave Dweller’s eyes were bright, having often heard companions boast about how extravagantly so people spent their money. Now, he finally witnessed such a big figure carelessly throwing money around.
Just a small bit of what slipped through Lear’s fingers would be enough to feed him for half a lifeti.
His expression grew increasingly respectful, his posture so low he almost wanted to lick Lear’s shoe soles.
After exiting the trading market, they called for a carriage, and at Lear’s indication, they began to ander around the main streets of Molten Iron City.
During the process, Lear continuously inquired about information regarding Molten Iron City. Although the Cave Dweller held a low status, he had lived here for a long ti and knew quite a bit.
The Gray Dwarves were ready to commit a big betrayal, naturally transferring important treasure resources away first. Lear had little hope for these, focusing mainly on so heavy weaponry.
This type of weaponry had not yet been constructed in Weilu City, and it would be quite difficult for the Gray Dwarves to relocate them.
If he could prepare in advance, he might unexpectedly reap so gains.
After roughly exploring the area, Lear had a general understanding of the whole Molten Iron City.
The city indeed required trendous effort to be built.
With sufficient guarding forces, it would require at least multiple tis that power to capture it.
anwhile, he also roughly identified a few targets.
Those heavy siege weapons made him drool.
Even if he could take ten or eight of them back, it would be good enough.
Although the Ancient Tree Guardians acted as turrets with unlimited ammunition, no one would ever dislike having greater strength, right?
Two hours later, following the Cave Dweller’s lead, they arrived near the auction house.
Lear settled in the most luxurious hotel nearby.
Upon entering the hotel, he imdiately noticed a large number of underground creatures wearing a variety of clothing.
Each appeared ferocious, eyes filled with brutality.
So even reached Level 18... truly astonishing.
These people were clearly here for the dark auction.
No wonder the Gray Dwarves were so cautious to plan their departure carefully; they didn’t dare to engage in betrayal before.
If this affair erupted, it could truly turn Molten Iron City upside down.
This was just one hotel, and there were a dozen others and those hidden in the shadows...
One could imagine how terrifying the hidden forces were.
After the Cave Dweller helped with registration and Lear paid for the room, he stepped upstairs.
At that mont, a tall and burly figure descended from the stairs, wearing a pure black mask and carrying a sharp long saber, emanating nacing energy.
Unable to see the face, nor identify the race, one could still feel the aura of brutality and madness emanating from the figure.
This presence was even more intense than that of a Demon.
As they t face to face, Lear exchanged a glance with the figure, silently passing by.
At that mont, the Intelligence System in his mind quietly refreshed.
[You have encountered a Divine Abomination Believer, and gained an additional piece of intelligence—The Divine Abomination Believer senses the Divine Abomination is about to break its seal and return to the world, in ecstatic joy, they discovered an artifact that can hasten the break of the seal—the Bloodstained Coffin Nail, which will appear in the dark auction. As a result, they sent a large number of sect mbers into Molten Iron City, preparing to grab it directly when it surfaces.]
[This artifact is tainted with the Origin Power of the Divine Abomination, possessing unfathomable might, akin to a divine artifact.]
Without any discernible pause in his movent, Lear’s gaze instantly beca profound.
An artifact tainted with Divine Abomination Power... the Bloodstained Coffin Nail?!!
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