Chapter 476: One Shout of

The Demon Lord's purge was utterly tyrannical; the temple that had just been bustling, a moment later, only a single‑digit number of beings could still move on the platform.

And aside from Ji Ming, the rest were all Evil Spirit Demon Dragons who had endured countless hardships, finally glimpsed the dawn of victory, and were already moved to utter confusion.

"Your Majesty is great! No need for more words!"

The most fervent among them was naturally Da Sha... President; under her leadership the dragons all transformed into human form, kneeling respectfully on the ground, and, as subjects, congratulated the ruler.

"Ah, Your Majesty's mighty power is so magnificent; today we see the king's bearing again, and I am beyond delighted! How fortunate! Our people have endured a ten‑thousand‑year suffering, and now revival seems possible!"

The Second Leader also raised both arms, delivering praise even more exaggerated than the leader's, with phrasing even more fitting.

Unfortunately, aside from those whose rotting wasn't as severe and could still utter complete congratulatory words, the servant dragons whose brains were probably rusted empty were rather dumb.

They could only join in the foolish merriment.

"Hehe, good! Haha, wonderful!"

The eager-to‑pop‑champagne foolish dragons, however, failed to notice a crucial problem.

—Since all outsiders present have already been cleared away, why do the dark clouds overhead still breed new thunder and lightning?

But before that answer is revealed, just as the earlier claim about the gluttonous beast, after three midnight snacks, the Demon Lord, who had been hiding in the Demon Stone space, finally deigned to step out.

This time there was truly no warning; an undeniable, overwhelming presence suddenly bore down, like the most distant cosmic call, stirring every inch of air on the Fallen God Peak.

The purple light that had been calmly flowing over the stone wall was drawn by an invisible force, converging into a thin stream, eventually coalescing on this stone tableau into a well‑proportioned human figure.

The colorless purple lightning stone turned into a rough, unattractive slab, but in return this "paper person" grew ever more indigo‑purple, its form so beautiful that even a few curves could take one's breath away.

Beauty born of heaven, transcendent, incomparable, indescribable…

If one must assign a term as a nickname, it would be "Ji Ming"! If one must add a descriptor, it would be "full‑blown charm"!

【Hey, don't make the private goods too extreme!】

"Stop the noise, I'm busy taking screenshots."

Pursuing beauty is human instinct; Ji Ming is merely a pure‑love war god with strong ambition, not some immaculate saint.

Just by the paper person's proportions, one can tell she is a tall, well‑shaped, healthy big sister whose thighs could even be cinched.

Combined with the massive hard iron that dragons naturally possess, it perfectly hit Ji Ming's absurd XP system, and in one breath it pierced through.

【Congratulations, you have obtained the life skill: Four‑Bean Standing Staff】

【Congratulations, you have obtained the life skill: Four‑Bean Stabbing Staff】

"…"

"You might not know, but when the system gives me a prompt it usually uses a red frame."

"…"

"Haha, just kidding. Even if the system is contaminated by my high‑dimensional influence, it still uses blue frames just like yours."

【…】

Sigh, perhaps this is the best proof of the Pygmalion story.

When a sufficiently beautiful artwork catches the eye, a viewer lost in wild thoughts will wish she could move…

"Huh? It's really moving!"

Alright, now this is the best proof of the Ye Gong loves dragons story.

As the human silhouette began to sway, the entire stone wall turned into a massive television screen, and the pure‑purple paper person, like a model descending steps, enlarged from the center of the frame to its bottom.

Finally, as if crossing the boundary of space, it slowly extended its left arm beyond the frame, revealing a hand whose skin was jade‑like, fingers white as scallions, even painted with purple nails, to everyone's view.

Ji Ming, accustomed to clichés, remained calm, but the Demon Dragons were all stunned, turning into a stammering crowd.

"Liv— liv— Your Majesty… liv—"

Even the two leaders could no longer maintain composure; dry eyes shed bloody tears, and they muttered under their heads.

"How fortunate, truly fortunate! The Demon Stone was right! We finally…"

And the Demon Lord's rebirth continued, without subverting expectations; following the hand, a slightly muscular arm appeared.

Perhaps due to acquiring the divine rank of Purple Lightning, her skin bore violet lightning‑like patterns.

But the powerful are also beautiful, so it's not that frivolous, overwhelming complexity that offends; rather, a few strokes suffice to complement each other.

And after the arm, there is… uh.

【Wait, why did it stop? It's gaining momentum, continue the explanation!】

Ji Ming slowly covered his forehead and sighed.

"Your Majesty's holy essence remains as before; how could we subjects dare speak presumptively?"

In short, once the silhouette in the stone wall fully enters the real world, it becomes an entity that should appear to players as a purple‑skinned broccoli.

At first Ji Ming wanted to doubt whether this was truly the Demon Lord Patricia, since she bore no obvious dragon features and seemed almost too clean.

But seeing those foolish dragons each shriek like kindergarten kids spotting their fathers after school, moved to kneel and kowtow, it must indeed be the Demon Lord herself.

After the brief chaos, under the President's lead, they, as subjects, began to congratulate the newly reborn Dragon King.

But don't expect any eloquent speeches; it's as exaggerated as an elementary student praising a teacher on Teacher's Day.

Yet the Demon Lord remained completely unresponsive throughout, standing at the highest step, looking down with emotionless violet eyes.

"It's over, I have another vague premonition…"

After chattering for a while, even the sluggish Demon Dragons finally noticed the master's oddity, and the dogs stealthily ceased their praise.

But the President lives up to the "Great" character; with a single resounding "great", a lifetime of greatness, as the head of the ministers, she indeed has the resolve to voluntarily accept guilt and take the blame for everyone.

Thus she knelt, took two steps forward, and said respectfully,

"Your Majesty, why remain silent? Have we done something insufficient that has angered you?"

"Angry?"

A beautiful voice is naturally pleasant, but perhaps because she has been dead for so long, she has forgotten how to speak normally; Ji Ming always feels the Demon Lord's voice is somewhat awkward and trembling.

Even tinged with an inexplicable suppression.

I'm not angry; I just feel that you have done something that really doesn't meet my liking.

Guessing the saint's will is basic skill for a subject, but this thing isn't something a wooden-headed Great Commander can handle.

Still, the Second Commander, whose mind was a bit more nimble, stepped forward, Pa— gave a deep bow, and then tentatively said.

Your Majesty, please forgive our clumsiness; you have achieved Thus we will have Cultivation: Zhen Shen, finally restored your dragon body to health, and we should respectfully congratulate your success and greatness—this is our duty as subjects.

But the millennia have stolen our wisdom; we couldn't compare with you before, let alone now. I only feel my mind is muddled, my limbs sluggish, clinging to life, death and the fading of the Dao seeming only a moment away.

So please be magnanimous and give us some time; once we become your Servant Gods, bathed in grace, reborn after death, we will come again to apologize.

To show his sincerity, the Second Commander even spoke this in pure Dragon Language; this sacred, ancient language's tones are gentle and complex, and reciting it feels like chanting a holy hymn.

Ji Ming had encountered this in the academy library before, but he certainly didn't understand this language; he could barely understand it relying on the little boss's real-time translation.

But the Demon Lord on the peak had no reaction to this long-missed local accent; after briefly making eye contact with the Second Commander, he turned his gaze away again.

!!!

Serving a ruler is like serving a tiger; the Second Commander, terrified, had to quickly rack his brains to keep thinking.

... Oh, I understand!

Your Majesty, we are at fault! The Third Commander is down in the mountains leading those beasts and humans in a bitter fight; as fellow kin, when is there any time for us to celebrate?

We should immediately go support her! Then in one fell swoop break through the human kingdom's capital! Your Majesty, grant me this chance; I wish to be the vanguard, to manifest the might of our dragon clan!

In the Second Commander's hopeful gaze, the Demon Lord's lips twitched upward slightly, but were quickly pressed down again, returning to his previous silence and aloofness.

This...

The ruler's heart is unfathomable; for a moment, both commanders were at a loss.

At the critical moment, that servant Gold Demon Dragon, who had been beaten up by the Third Commander earlier, let out two 'uh-uh ah-ah' sounds.

After drawing the adults' attention, she pointed to a stone bench in the corner, then, somewhat shyly, clasped her hands together and tilted her head.

The Great Commander's face was doubtful; after humming twice, he finally understood, but his words turned into a lecture.

Stone bench… sleep… sleep? Hey, we're demon dragons; with Your Majesty's greatness, we don't need to sleep!

But the Second Commander, in his confusion, seized inspiration, pondered a moment, and finally came to a sudden realization.

I get it! It's that human.

The Great Commander didn't understand and immediately asked.

Humans? What's wrong with humans?

I reckon this blue dragon of the Second Commander once really served some demon lord and demon mushroom; the way of being a servant is just one thing after another, so he launched into an explanation right away.

You don't get it! When speaking to superiors you have to beat around the bush—for example, you can't call eating 'eating', you have to call it 'having a meal'; you can't call sleeping 'sleeping', you have to call it 'going to bed'.

So when Your Majesty sees a handsome man on the road and wants to capture him to bear offspring, you can't call it 'abducting civilians'; you have to call it… you have to call it… ah, right, 'to indulge'!

Wow!

The Great Commander suddenly realized, then immediately shrank back.

So then?

The Second Commander touched his two fingers together.

Your Majesty is a heavenly dragon; these mundane matters she cannot mention nor will she mention! So we subjects must respectfully and actively present!

Come, listen to me…

Ji Ming, who had long been hiding elsewhere to watch the show, was utterly bewildered—truly, Zhu Wen entering Long Peace— the Tang dynasty is finished, and you lot are discussing how to curry favor with superiors, yet it's damn openly holding a little meeting!

And seeing that they had dragged him in, Ji Ming also knew it was likely his turn to step up, so he straightened his clothes, preparing to personally put an end to this chaotic night.

But just then, a strange sound suddenly appeared on the platform.

Pfft.

Who's laughing? Who!!

While the Second Commander was finalizing the procedure with the Great Commander, furious and flustered, he quickly scanned the surroundings, his gaze landing on Ji Ming hiding in the shadows.

Is it you! You can't wait, right? I tell you, don't think that gaining Your Majesty's favor lets you fly up a branch...

Pff hahahaha!

The owner of the laughter finally couldn't hold back; everyone turned toward the sound, discovering it was no one else but the Demon Lord standing at the highest point.

Moreover, her laughter was truly exaggerated—she bent forward and backward, saliva flying, utterly lacking grace, even rolling on the ground.

Ji Ming: ……

Thanks, I won't love again; from now on my heart is sealed in cement, I've taken up cultivation.

After laughing for a while, he slowly climbed up, yet still pointed at the astonished demon dragons, laughing continuously.

Sorry sorry, haha, you guys are really hilarious; I truly didn't expect to see such a fool as soon as I came out.

The Second Commander stared wide-eyed, his worldview shaken, yet he stammered.

Your Majesty, please also mind your demeanor… so what exactly do you think we got wrong?

The Demon Lord laughed a few more times before barely composing himself, exhaled deeply, and spoke indifferently.

Nothing, I'm just hungry.

Beside her, the Great Commander, frightened to the point of almost losing composure, hurriedly jumped in to offer suggestions, trying to move past this.

Your Majesty! We've prepared millions of demon beasts and humans down the mountain; you can eat as much as you want!

Are these demon beasts what you prepared for this?

Aren't they just fodder you use to fill the lines?

This sudden high emotional intelligence even frightened Ji Ming; turns out you kid are pretending to be crazy to act wise, a great wisdom appearing foolish.

But the Demon Lord shook his head upon hearing that.

Those little things are just too low-grade; eating them isn't very satisfying.

Uh...

The commotion had reached here; even the Second Commander's dry corpse was already drenched in sweat, yet he could only grit his teeth.

"Your Majesty, you might have forgotten about inheriting divinity while busy; those three Magic Beast Demon Kings are also level seventy, they…"

"But I want to eat now!"

However, the Demon Lord let out a sharp, banshee-like low growl, brutally cutting off her words.

Moreover, with just a light grasp in the air, the Second Commander's body was pulled by an irresistible force, suddenly flying toward where the Demon Lord was.

"Your Majesty, I…"

The Second Commander was completely bewildered, and what the Demon Lord did next utterly shattered her worldview.

——and even her body!

Before she could even react, she saw the Demon Lord's hands, like awls, easily plunge into her own withered chest, then violently tear outward.

Amid the grating sounds of flesh tearing and bones breaking, the magic dragon named Ke Di Ni Ya thus became 'Ke Di' and 'Ni Ya'.

Its exquisitely beautiful body bathed in black blood, the horrifying animated corpse split vertically in two died on the spot, its rotting innards pattering to the ground.