Chapter 477: Who Can Shatter a True God's Defense?

This scene feels like taking the character models from "Dead or Alive" and plugging them into "Mortal Kombat", and ending with a brutal conclusion is one thing, but the model used is still an ultra‑cool modded version.

Violence is interlaced with the bizarre, ugliness mingles with beauty, creating a strong visual impact from the contrast.

And watching the Demon Lord discard the Second Commander's corpse, snatching her soul in one grab, like a gluttonous child swallowing the slime and shredded flesh in his hand into his belly.

The President, who had been kneeling respectfully, suddenly sprang to her feet; as the most loyal among the three commanders, she pointed at the Demon Lord's face, eyes bulging.

"Your Majesty, what on earth are you…"

"Still 'Your Majesty'! Still 'Your Majesty'! You bunch of Demon Dragons are truly stupid to a certain degree!"

The Demon Lord raised his hand, slick with black blood, and the dark clouds above unleashed several pillar‑like violet bolts of thunder.

One after another, like columns of an ancient Greek temple, they pierced straight into the ground, supporting a massive formation that completely sealed the entire Fallen God Peak.

"Don't you get it? Your Demon Lord has already been eliminated by me; now that I inhabit this husk, I am the genuine Purple Lightning God!"

Indeed, Ji Ming had vaguely guessed the pattern, and it came true; the Purple Lightning God's lingering awareness was from the start just to toy with this bunch of Demon Dragons.

As for why He does this, it's simple—guys, we're all ambitious big villains; who doesn't want to win the resurrection match!

Moreover, compared with Demon Lord Pa Te Li Xi Ya, the Purple Lightning God, who has a clear grasp of his own strength, had already begun his scheme even before death.

First, based on the fallback He left for himself, anyone capable of discovering the secret technique and traversing layers of formations to enter the Demon Stone Space must be a formidable power of considerable rank and influence.

Thus, as long as He can deceive them into paying for it, willingly spending money and effort to boost His power, and coax the leading entity into letting down its guard and eagerly commencing the so‑called 'Divine Inheritance', He will have a chance to slip in.

Then, by using his own methods to merge the host's body with Purple Lightning's authority and the three‑phase power fused in one place, He could certainly forge a contemporary powerhouse, saving hundreds of years of detours.

In fact, His luck proved truly great; although a tiny bit of time was wasted in communication, nearly exhausting this lingering awareness on the spot, the final outcome was still favorable.

Not only did He encounter an heir who knows the ropes, with a fragile soul yet a strong body, but at the crucial moment the guard staying by that person's side was forced out to fight, giving Him a convenient one‑on‑one opening.

Purple Lightning: Hehehe, no one else is coming to save you here.

Thus the unlucky Demon Lord Pa Te Li Xi Ya, after ten thousand years of scheming and a thousand years of effort, ended up becoming someone else's bride, even having her personal IP stolen by Purple Lightning, and publicly embarrassed in front of the crowd,

but the most tragic was the Second Commander; she had done so much for the Demon Dragon clan, yet died inexplicably without even a final word.

Therefore, a usurpation, the killing of a minister, the President's anger is only natural.

She instantly reverted to her Demon Dragon form, her massive yellow‑green body blocking the long steps like a wall, shouting,

"Are you truly shameless, you evil god, to dare this!?"

Yet the Purple Lightning God, upon appearing, was too lazy to even don a two‑foot piece of cloth, let alone care about face, such a troublesome thing.

Thus, faced with the President's insults, He not only remained unruffled but smiled again.

"Continue, continue! Not to hide it from you, I just love people as loyal as you."

Honestly, in Purple Lightning's eyes, these subordinates of the Demon Lord are actually quite competent.

Although they're foolish and dim, and their abilities lacking, had He not intervened at the crucial moment, the surrounding hungry wolves would have already wrecked the scene.

But for a leader, as long as subordinates are fully loyal, willing to take the blame for the superior and act on their behalf, everything else is essentially irrelevant.

Yet, according to the story "The Chu People Have Two Wives", since they are loyal, trying to turn them against themselves would be as hard as scaling the heavens.

Although I killed their lord, stripping their loyalty of its object, consequently I become the target of their hatred.

Thus the Purple Lightning decided to employ both kindness and force, kidnapping all of them to threaten each other's lives and forcing them to work for Him.

When this matter concludes and the turmoil gradually subsides, they will be divided and merged slowly, while also absorbing outsiders to dilute the Demon Dragon faction's power.

In this way, an entirely new cadre will ultimately form, absolutely loyal to Him, spending all dissent on internal strife, allowing Him to manipulate them at will.

There's no choice; since the Yangyue World's divine belief system resembles Earth's corporations, any being that can become a Thus we will have Cultivation: Zhen Shen won't be a low‑efficiency lamp.

Not to mention the Purple Lightning God, even a seemingly harmless Holy Light God, that benevolent, indifferent façade is merely His camouflage.

And killing the Second Commander of the Demon Dragons, who seems to have a bit of sense but clearly not much, as a typical target, is naturally part of the 'force' in the Purple Lightning God's plan.

So now is the 'benefit' phase.

"Sigh… don't look at me that way; really, why must you be so angry? Everything I do is for your own good!"

"Come, open your eyes and look around, a filthy dog‑head humanoid garbage heap, do you still have a library of your own?"

"Now look at yourselves, a pitiful bunch unable even to reproduce, do you still have a heritage of your own?"

"Recall the past: a hundred‑plus Demon Dragon legions existed ten thousand years ago, now only single‑digit remain; generals who once could stand alone have now lost all courage to even emerge from the mountains."

"So even if I grant you this divine form, can you truly resurrect under that foolish ruler and continue your species? It's difficult!"

"What you need isn't that seemingly wise yet utterly foolish Demon Dragon ruler."

"Moreover, this is an era wholly ruled by humans; you antiquated ones are already ten thousand years behind the world!"

"What you need is someone who was a leader, is a leader now, and will forever be a leader—me!"

In the end, Purple Lightning clearly used divine power, letting that resonant "I" echo in the thunderfield for a long time before fading.

Moreover, both in words and actions, the speech was quite stirring; Purple Lightning truly lives up to being one of the four great evil gods of old.

Only…

I beg you, in the cutscene, be a person—at least drape a piece of cloth over yourself!

Jumping around, it's damn easy to distract!

Meanwhile, the bronze Demon Dragon beneath the long steps bowed its head in silence for a long while, taking three deep breaths as if revived, before lifting its neck again.

With Purple Lightning's smug smile, he slowly uttered three words.

"Finished?"

???

Like a remote‑controlled doll, Purple Lightning instantly wore a cold expression.

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is…"

The President stared fearlessly at the former king on the long steps, booming,

"Purple Lightning God! You underestimate the heroes of the world!"

Let me tell you the truth, at least there have been three generations of Elf Kings, two Human Kings, four Dwarf Kings, two Zhen Shen, forty-eight churches big and small, and over a hundred various organizations that have tried to subjugate us, but they have all failed without exception, not even managing to pry away the weakest servant dragon. Do you know why?!

Speaking of this, she raised her voice even further, hoarsely saying.

Do you think that what has driven us forward for ten thousand years to get us to today is the so-called wish to be reborn after death?

Do you think that what makes us willingly seclude ourselves in these mountains and forests for a thousand years, almost rotting away here, is the goal of continuing our clan?

Do you think that while the giant dragons split into countless small factions, we magic dragons have remained united, is it because of Your Majesty's personal charm?

Wrong! It's because in this long ten thousand years, what we can truly rely on, trust, and together without reservation gradually become foolish, is only each other!

Speaking of this, the President stood up, spreading their wings that had already rotted out several large holes.

Moreover, you worthless pastry, stop pretending to be a strategist here; do you really think I'm an idiot, that I can't remember what kind of loser you are?

Let me tell you! I am the vanguard squad leader of the Holy Dragon Legion of the Light Alliance Army, Bronze Spear·Basuke·Weinan Moyining·Godslayer!

If it were only the first few words that could make Zidian narrow their eyes, then the appearance of the last three words made them change color on the spot.

Godslayer—throughout history, how many people have dared to call themselves Godslayer? No more than can be counted on one hand.

And it is able to let this dragon, which fell in the middle of the war and has remained active as an alchemical construct to this day, possess such a title.

Who bestowed this fortune upon her and used their own life to continue her title with these three characters—naturally, there can only be one such being.

That's right, you took pride in him and even imagined he could temporarily block the Pope of the Allied Forces, but I beat him to death with a hammer; and your saintess, who lets in wind, rain, and even beasts, was also blown to dust by my dragon breath.

Including yourself, you were beaten by the three elders to the point of having no power to fight back—you're nothing but a toad, hopping around the fields, actually scattering your own troops and trampling to death who knows how many Dark Flame soldiers.

Finally! It's still me! Using a hammer still stained with the blood of your worthless followers! When you tried to dodge the Sunflame God's attack! I knocked you back! And became this Godslayer!

Perhaps knowing that today might be the last day of their life, Basuke said these words with extraordinary heroism, proud like a general showing off at a victory feast.

So Zidian, no, Great God Sulbaite the Toad, who excels at fleeing! What right do you have to bark at me like that? What right do you have to flaunt your Zhen Shen might before me!

You even dare to usurp Our Majesty's body, using your damned, filthy-to-the-extreme interests to put a price on the feelings between us brothers and sisters, Sulbaite! What the hell are you!

Indeed, among the ten magic dragons, the one with the most intact memory and highest intelligence is very likely the President, who has been pretending to be foolish and playful.

As for her reasons for doing this, maybe she wanted to be the sixth, maybe she didn't dare to surpass her lord, but more likely, she just wanted to fit into this foolish family.

And Zidian didn't interrupt Basuke's near-skin-peeling exposé the whole time, not because they had quality, but because they were so angry they could barely breathe.

You... you... it's all your doing!!!

They let out a roar, gathered their strength to try to refute, but found they didn't even have a single playable card in hand.

They could only stand here like a lackey, mercilessly tormented by others' words.

With a pop, that was the light sound of Zidian's defense shattering.

But words are just words; if the trash talk fails, we can bring out the real cannons, so Zidian simply stopped rebutting and instead awakened the formations in all directions and the rolling thunderclouds.

Insulting a Zhen Shen, disrespecting the sovereign, a disobedient magic dragon like you has no place in my world!

Raising a single hand to point at the sky, Zidian's voice already carried the rumble of thunder.

I will kill you, just as I killed that blue magic dragon before, and then one by one, I will kill every magic dragon here.

I don't believe it—your feelings really are that deep, able to make each of your dragons unafraid of death!

Now the entire Fallen God Peak is enveloped by Zidian's high-density divine power, equivalent to having set up a makeshift god nation.

As its master, Zidian's authority in this can almost be said to be take as you please; wanting to slay some ordinary folk inferior to them is really not difficult.

But even so, Basuke still mustered the courage befitting a Godslayer, letting out a fearless roar at the evil god gradually flying up into the sky.

Unfortunately, in the eyes of the order-evil Zidian, this is no different from a kitten curled up in a corner of a box, constantly huffing.

——It's time to love.

Thus, lightning gradually condensed in their hand into a twisted, sharp spear, like a legendary bolt specifically for slaying giant dragons, aiming at the bronze magic dragon's head.

Lowly dragon, do you have any last words?

Basuke: Ha! (the sound of spraying dragon breath)

Hmph, obstinate and unenlightened, let's perish together with your ridiculous feelings!

Having said that, Zidian fiercely threw the spear in their hand.

However, just as the spear, topped with the scorching plague dragon breath, advanced downward almost unstoppably...

"Speak kill, speak exterminate, Electric Child, you're a Zhen Shen—how can you be so chuunibyou as to act like an internet kid?"

Then a golden bolt of lightning suddenly came sideways, smashing the plague dragon breath and Zidian's spear into harmless fragments.

Zidian the god didn't react for a moment to what had happened, even freezing for a second before shouting angrily.

"Who! Who dares to ruin this venerable one's good deeds!"

Since everyone asked like that, Ji Ming naturally answered definitively.

"Your father!"