Chapter 476: The Polluted Subcontinent

"The air on this continent is so foul." Standing on a sea cliff, Muria, who had just traversed space using advanced teleportation, frowned, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

He had smelled this kind of air before, during the late stages of the demon calamity on the Nochia Subcontinent, when legendary demons appeared and this stench spread across the land. After the calamity ended, this polluted, harmful air was gradually purified by the continent's natural cycle.

"This continent has no demon calamity." Muria's expression turned stern. The source of this foul air was the frequent and widespread presence of a large number of demons and evil entities.

Without a world-level calamity like a demon invasion, it's hard to imagine what kind of environment would cause such polluted air to pervade the continent, especially by the ever-windy seaside.

"Is this really the Material Plane?" Beside Muria, who appeared as a black-haired, golden-eyed youth, space rippled and a two-meter-tall bald, muscular man exuding a scorching aura emerged, inhaling deeply with a look of astonishment.

"Synapse Subcontinent, one of the twelve subcontinents of the world of Erathia, also known as the 'Evil God's Paradise.'" Muria watched the golden arcs of electricity and flames dancing on his body as his power instinctively purified the surrounding air. "This name is well-deserved."

"I haven't heard of the Synapse Subcontinent, but the name Evil God's Paradise rings a bell." The Barlo Flame Demon, now in human form, responded in a deep voice.

"Broken Horn, you must have sensed it. There are quite a few of your kind on this subcontinent."

"Just some inferior and mixed breeds, not my kin at all." The tamed Barlo Flame Demon expressed his disdain for other demons. In his eyes, all those below his rank were trash.

"The presence of such foul air suggests there might be some of your real kin here." Muria frowned as he adjusted his power to reduce the repulsion reaction with the surrounding environment. After a moment of thought, his dazzling golden eyes gradually turned pitch black.

"Hmm, still missing something!" Muria mentally examined his appearance, then waved his hand. A flash of light from the spatial ring on his finger released two fierce, large feline creatures.

"Roar!" "Roar!" The two blood-colored lions, having shrunk their size on Muria's command, crouched at his feet, their tails wagging vigorously.

Four flames shot out, expanding into over ten-meter-tall humanoid Flame Demons, whose high temperatures melted the ground into molten states.

"I should look like a demon warlock now." Muria sat on the back of one Blood Lion Demon, pulling up the hood of his black robe to obscure his face and hair, leaving only his lower jaw visible, adding a mysterious aura. Accompanied by several demons, he appeared quite fearsome.

"I've never seen a demon warlock before, but you should look the part, Master," Broken Horn complimented.

"Hmm, now let me see where my dragons are." Muria released eighty-three scales, glowing brilliantly under a tracking spell. Most of the scales gradually dimmed, with only seven remaining radiant.

"There are seven chromatic dragons on this subcontinent. Looks like I'm in luck." Muria noted the positions and distances of these seven dragons.

"Let's see the state of these seven," Muria took out the Tome of Lamentation purchased from the goblin merchant Stallone and summoned the cursed spirit in the form of a Hellfire Demon.

"Great master, what do you command?" The cursed spirit, appearing ferocious, greeted Muria with a flattering smile, maintaining a humble attitude toward this being immune to sub-god-level curses.

"Track the owners of these scales." Muria pointed to the seven dragon scales.

A dark, ominous power emanated from the cursed tome, entwining the scales, which then opened to reveal two images.

"They're separated? Not gathered together." Muria frowned. His chromatic dragons usually acted collectively after being exiled. This was the first time he saw them scattered.

"Albert the Red Dragon." Recognizing the familiar crimson dragon, Muria was somewhat surprised. It was one of the six red dragons he had initially hatched. Beside this mature dragon were a green dragon and two black dragons, also in their youth but much smaller.

"Cynthia." Muria shifted his gaze to another image, spotting another familiar red dragon. She was accompanied by a red dragon and a blue dragon, both in their youth. Unlike Albert's wild lair, Cynthia's abode was a grand palace, indicating she was faring much better than her brother.

"They're living quite comfortably, no immediate concern." Seeing the chromatic dragons forming two small groups, Muria shook his head with some resignation.

In a group, if two powerhouses of similar strength both vie for leadership, a split is inevitable. Apparently, this red dragon sibling pair both sought dominance but couldn't overpower each other, thus choosing different paths.

"Broken Horn, let's visit the nearest city and see what this so-called Evil God's Paradise is like." Muria patted the Blood Lion Demon he was riding and led the way.

Behind him, Broken Horn casually jumped onto another Blood Lion Demon, using it as a mount. The once-ferocious Blood Lion Demon didn't dare resist and followed closely. The six Flame Demons, transformed into fiery orbs, flew after Muria, leaving trails of flame.

"I'm so low-key!" Muria mused as he traversed mountains, observing various monsters fleeing in panic at their approach.

Soon, he sensed a large congregation of life forms. The aura these beings emitted gave him a very unpleasant feeling.