Damn it, this boss really has no normal skills.

Chapter 482: Turtle, are there other dragon organizations?
The mental pressure from the beholders and angels was extremely terrifying, even if the one being affected was a giant dragon known for its tenacity and strength.

So at this moment, the Purple Lightning God looked extremely miserable, with blood coming out of all seven orifices, hideous features, and three souls ascending to heaven. She did not have any of the ethereal aura she had just had, and instead looked like a female ghost who had just crawled out of a well.

But this skin ultimately does not belong to Zi Dian, but to the unfortunate Demon Lord Patricia, so the loyal commander-in-chief became anxious when he saw this.

"Wait a minute, you guys..."

She still held out hope for the Demon Lord's resurrection. When she was about to step forward to stop him, she suddenly saw a white flash in front of her eyes. It turned out that a silver dragon with very fine scales was blocking her way.

"Don't worry, they can't harm your so-called king by doing this."

The one who fell in front of her was naturally Bloomfield, but she was not in a hurry to take action because she had a murderous hatred with the evil dragon clan.

On the one hand, it was because she had already seen that the dragons that surrounded and killed her were not here, and on the other hand, it was because...

She is indeed lazy.

Well, if it doesn't work, I'll just complain to the Lord God later, and He will definitely help me deal with it!
Trapped in the enemy camp, isolated and helpless, all efforts failed.

"Assholes... shameless... I curse you!"

No matter how hard the Purple Lightning God struggled, it was useless. He could only curse while trying to hold up his head.

"I curse...you will never find someone to hug you in this life!"

After saying this, He fell powerlessly to the ground and fell into noble silence.

All this caused Sylvia, who was beside Ji Ming, to stop for a few seconds and turn her head.

"My Lord, what does it mean to hold on to something?"

Ji Ming:......

"It's this frog. In the spring, the male frogs gather together and call. After attracting the female frogs, they will scramble to jump on them. After that, the female frog carries the male frog to the shallow water. Then, ah, do you understand?"

"Oh, I understand... I think I understand."

……

"But I'm not a toad."

"Neither do I."

"Then why would He curse us like this?"

"Maybe it's because He is a toad."

Just at this moment, the woman who was slumped on the ground suddenly gasped, slowly raised her head, and looked around with a confused look in her eyes.

He was stunned for a moment before he reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"What a terrifying power... You can even destroy the consciousness of the true God?"

That’s right, although the commander-in-chief’s idea sounds ridiculous, the objective fact is that the Demon Lord was not killed by the Purple Lightning God.

This is also the fundamental reason why Ji Ming went through such a big detour and did not call his own people to the Meteorite Peak, but instead lured the Purple Lightning God into the underground city and killed him.

After all, in the previous conversation, he had come to the conclusion that Zi Dian was very good at mind control through the information provided by both sides.

The Demon Lord has been able to survive for ten thousand years. Even if the firmness of her will is lower than that of a true God, it cannot be much lower. Moreover, she has the advantage of being at home.

Therefore, in just over ten minutes, it was impossible for Zi Dian to completely destroy the opponent's consciousness. He could only use secret methods to temporarily suppress the opponent.

Now that the consciousness of the Purple Lightning God has been destroyed, the Demon Lord's consciousness will naturally awaken gradually and regain control of his body.

The matter was resolved, and Ji Ming did not ask everyone to gather here to create an atmosphere. He just let them go and do what they were supposed to do, except for the relevant personnel.

So in the end, the only ones left here, besides Molong and Ji Ming, were Sylvia, Grayson, Bloomfield and "April".

"Your Majesty, are you alright? How do you feel?"

The commander-in-chief rushed forward in a hurry, trying to cover the Demon Lord with his body.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

The Demon Lord's voice sounded very weak. She closed her eyes and sighed.

"But Cortina... died in such an unclear manner. What about my original promise..."

The commander-in-chief immediately became as angry as a frost-bitten eggplant upon hearing this. How could she feel good when her companion, who had supported each other for ten thousand years, died in such a confused manner?

But now that things have come to this, she can only comfort him.

"Although my second sister looks arrogant and savage, she has actually mentioned to me several times behind my back that she wants to die. Perhaps... it's better than watching herself slowly disappear into oblivion, right?"

"is it?"

The Demon Lord sighed again, raised his arm and looked at it. It took him a long time to search for the "human hand" that matched the picture in his memory.

"Oh, it's such a pity. If she just holds on a little longer, we can... eh? Ah!"

Having said this, she suddenly let out a cry of surprise and looked at the fingertips of her right hand with wide eyes.

Because she suddenly discovered that the blood color and vitality of the living creatures there were fading, their skin color was turning dark, and the moisture was disappearing. Although the speed was very slow, she was obviously turning back into the mummy she once was!

"This...this is!"

"This is because the Purple Lightning God deceived you."

Ji Ming floated in the air, with a ray of purple lightning imprisoned in the lightning in his hand.

"It is true that you can be resurrected after death if you become a true god, but the prerequisite for everything is that you must have enough incense to allow you to truly ascend to become a god, rather than being smart like you are now, secretly creating a bug that can barely be judged as a [True God] by the laws of the world."

"I……"

"Becoming a sub-god or quasi-god and joining the court of a true god does allow one to share glory, but this so-called 'sharing glory' is nothing more than being able to use the power and magic of the main god. It is impossible to enjoy the treatment of a true god, especially the effect of returning to the origin and being resurrected from the dead."

"you……"

"I know this because I am not only a high god, but I also know a true god. I am the chosen one of the Holy Light, so the Holy Light God has told me everything. You were desperate and came to our territory to cause trouble. You almost hurt others and yourself, and destroyed your entire tribe."

"But……"

"No need to thank me. I just thought your commander was a nice guy, so I offered a little help to the best of my ability."

……

The Demon Lord finally couldn't stand it anymore and said anxiously.

"Wait a minute, I have something to say!"

Ji Ming, who was busy explaining, finally reacted.

"Ah, what are you going to say?"

The demon huddled up in a ball in grievance, and changed from a purple-striped broccoli in the eyes of the players to a white-skinned tattooed girl with a mosaic pout. "I, I, I... I just can't understand why you flew over here as if it was a matter of course, and stared at me and talked as if nothing had happened."

Ji Ming:? ? ?
Oh!
That Purple Lightning God is really good at giving benefits. If the Demon Lord hadn’t mentioned this, Ji Ming would have really forgotten about it.

So he quickly threw his clothes down, turned his back, and didn't turn back until the Demon Lord said it was okay.

But how could Ji Ming have any women's clothing in his storage ring? He only brought a few women's school uniforms in case of problems during the actual combat exercise.

So this wave, this wave is——

[Demon Lord Patricia Legendary Limited Skin: Top Student of the Magic Academy]

"Well, um, where were we talking about before?"

I don’t know if it was because it was too embarrassing or because the clothes were too tight, but the Demon Lord looked very bad.

“It starts from when I was deceived.”

"Oh, yes, you were deceived anyway, so the cake that Zidian painted for you was just to trick you, and then use your body to revive. Your current living state is just a temporary disguise created by Him using divine power and secret methods. Your brain may be repaired, but it can't be real after all."

Demon Lord: ...

"Yes, yes, thank you very much for emphasizing it for me again."

"Then even if your business is done, I still have something I need your help with."

Helping them get rid of the regret of not being able to resurrect the Second Commander, Ji Ming gestured to the side and asked Bloomfield to come over.

The commander-in-chief had been frightened by this giant dragon that was at level 91 before. Seeing this, he quickly stood in front of her and said nervously.

"Silver Dragon, what do you want to do?"

"Don't be afraid, I just want to ask you a question."

As he spoke, Bloomfield took out a few paintings and placed them in front of her.

"Do you know these dragons?"

The people in the painting are naturally the ones who surrounded and killed her in the underground city. Bloomfield also recalled for a long time before he painted this lifelike "Six Dragons Picture" with the help of Sylvia.

"Uh……"

The commander-in-chief lowered her head and looked at it for a long time, then handed it to the Demon Lord with a strange expression and looked at it for a long time. The Demon Lord looked at her and shook his head.

So the commander-in-chief considered his words and responded.

"I'm sorry, we don't know them. They are evil spirit dragons, for sure... but at least judging from their appearance, we really don't know them."

"..."

Seeing that Ji Ming and the silver dragon's expressions had not relaxed, the Demon Lord, who had recovered some of his strength, took a breath and helped the commander-in-chief to stand up again.

"I don't know why you're looking for them, but now that things have come to this, there's no need for us to lie to you in this place."

She used magic to summon a ball of clean water and washed her face, which was good enough for a part-time job on a horror film crew. She adjusted her sleeves as if she was wearing a royal robe and said seriously.

"So where did you see them? There are actually dragons that I don't even know about. I think as a monarch, I need to know."

Even the laziest Longlong was afraid when recalling the moment of his death, so Bloomfield was silent for a moment.

"Five thousand years ago, right here, the remains of the underground fortress of the Dark Flame Empire."

During this process, Ji Ming had been observing the expressions of the Demon Lord and the Commander-in-Chief, trying to find any flaws.

But strangely, after hearing Yinlong's words, the uneasiness in their eyes suddenly disappeared.

"Underground Fortress, are you talking about the final place of ending?"

The dragon's recovery ability was indeed extraordinary. The Demon Lord took a breath and was able to take a step forward steadily.

"We did not participate in that decisive battle because we had just suffered heavy losses in the battle with the Holy Dragon Army. We were fighting against the airship troops made by the fairies in Moonlight Bay on our own."

"But after two consecutive battles that were almost impossible to win, even the Weird Dragon couldn't hold on. By the time the last airship landed, our number had plummeted from 136 to a pitiful 38."

"It was at that time that we heard that the underground fortress exploded and the main forces of the coalition forces were almost wiped out. I was disheartened and took the opportunity to lead my people into seclusion, and disappeared from everyone's sight."

At this point, she looked up at the archangel, and Sylvia nodded.

"She was telling the truth."

But she was covered with armor, and her essence was a ball of light, while the Demon Lord did not have that, so she could only look a little embarrassed with a slightly red face.

"Well, even though you almost chopped off my head, I still want to say...thank you."

I couldn't stand it anymore, so I just turned around and continued pacing.

"After that, the thirty of us stayed together almost all the time and almost never separated. Even if we separated, it was to avoid the dragon's revenge and hunt. Even so, five thousand years ago, there were only about twenty of us left."

"Therefore, I can guarantee that it is impossible for my six companions to act privately without my knowledge, and it is even more impossible for them to enter the ruins of the underground fortress that we don't even know exists."

Having said that, she stopped and turned around.

"You can choose not to believe it, but this is the truth I want to tell you. Those six dragons are not ours. But if you think we should be held responsible for this, then I am willing to bear all the blame. I just hope you can let us go..."

Before Ji Ming could say anything, the commander-in-chief stood up suddenly and spoke quickly.

"No! You are His Majesty, how can you bear the blame? I am the commander-in-chief, I am in charge of military affairs, and I should be responsible if there is any problem, so..."

"Stop, stop, stop arguing. We haven't said we want to kill anyone yet!"

Seeing them arguing as if they were ready to sacrifice themselves heroically, Ji Ming quickly stopped the two who were already so moved by themselves that they were about to cry.

"Since they are not your people, then the most important thing is why these evil spirit dragons that are not in the organization exist."

Without waiting for the dragons to answer, Ji Ming entered the detective time again.

"In my opinion, there are only two sources for them."

"The first possibility is that they were once part of you, but they were part of the group that 'died'. They escaped death and happened to gather together. They hid in this underground ruins and formed a small group that did whatever it took to do anything."

"But this answer requires too many coincidences. And even if ten thousand years have passed, with your intelligence, it is impossible for you to forget so many faces of just over a hundred dragons, so the possibility is very low."

“Therefore, I am more inclined to the second statement.”

At this point Ji Ming deliberately shut his mouth. He wasn't here to act as Conan. He wanted to see if the dragon could say something as well.

As a result, the Demon Lord took the bait and the light in his eyes dimmed a few times.

"You mean, those crazy alchemists?"

(End of this chapter)