Chapter 484: Turtle‑turtle, are there any other demon dragon organizations?

The mental power pressure of the evil eye and angels is terrifyingly immense; even when applied to a dragon famed for toughness and strength, it is the same.

At this moment, the Purple Lightning God looked utterly miserable from the outside—bleeding from the seven orifices, features hideous, three souls risen to heaven, lacking any of the previous ethereal fairy aura, instead resembling a female ghost just crawled out of a well.

But this skin fundamentally wasn't the Purple Lightning God's; it belonged to the unfortunate Demon Lord Patricia, so the loyal President, seeing this, became anxious.

"Wait a moment, you guys……"

She still hoped for the Demon Lord's resurrection up to now, was about to step forward to stop it, but suddenly felt a white flash before her eyes—it turned out to be a silver dragon with fine scales blocking her.

"Don't rush, what they're doing won't harm your so‑called great king."

Naturally, Bu Long Fei Er De fell before her, but she, who bore a deadly grudge against the Evil Spirit Demon Dragon Clan, did not rush to attack.

One reason is that she had already seen that the several demon dragons that had besieged her here earlier were not present; the other reason is……

She is indeed lazy.

Sigh, if it really doesn't work, I'll file a complaint later; the High God will surely help me handle it!

Trapped in the enemy camp, isolated and helpless, exhausting all my efforts ended in failure.

"Bastard……shameless……I curse you!"

The Purple Lightning God's side also finally found that no amount of struggling helped; they could only curse while struggling to hold up their head.

"I curse……you will never find anyone to embrace in this lifetime!"

Having said that, It collapsed powerlessly to the ground, sinking into a noble silence.

All this caused Silvia beside Ji Ming to freeze for a few seconds, then turn her head.

"My Lord, what does 'embrace' mean?"

Ji Ming: ……

"It's like this frog, you see—in spring, male frogs gather together and croak; after attracting the female frog, they scramble to jump on top; then the female frog carries the male frog into shallow water, and then—well, ah, you get it, right?"

"Oh, I get it……sort of get it."

……

"But I'm not a toad."

"Neither am I."

"Then why did It curse us like that?"

"Maybe because It is a toad."

Just then, the woman sitting paralyzed on the ground suddenly let out a gasp, slowly lifted her head, and her gaze toward the surroundings was filled with bewilderment.

After a moment of dazed confusion, she then reached out to wipe away the blood at the corner of her mouth.

"What a terrifying power……you actually can wipe out the consciousness of a True God?"

That's right; although the President's idea sounds ridiculous, the objective fact is that the Demon Lord was indeed not killed by the Purple Lightning God.

This is also the fundamental reason why Ji Ming took such a detour, not summoning his own people to God-Falling Peak but luring the Purple Lightning God into the Underground City to finish it off.

After all, in the previous conversation, he had already obtained information from both sides in succession, concluding that the Purple Lightning God is highly skilled at mental control.

And the Demon Lord can survive ten thousand years; even if her will is somewhat less steadfast than a True God's, it couldn't be much weaker, especially since she also holds the home‑field advantage.

Therefore, within just a dozen minutes, the Purple Lightning God could not possibly completely erase the opponent's consciousness; it could only temporarily suppress it using a secret method.

So now, the Purple Lightning God's consciousness has been wiped out; the Demon Lord's consciousness will naturally awaken gradually and regain control of her body.

The matter settled, Ji Ming also didn't let everyone linger here as the atmosphere crew; he let them disperse, each attending to their own business except for the relevant personnel.

Thus, in the end, besides the demon dragons and Ji Ming, only Sylvia, Ge Rui Sen, Bu Long Fei Er De, and "A Pu Er" remained here.

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

The President had already rushed over in a panic, trying to shield the Demon Lord with his own body.

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

The Demon Lord's own voice sounded extremely weak; she closed her eyes and sighed repeatedly.

"Just Cortinia……died like this for no clear reason, and my earlier promise……"

Upon hearing that, the President instantly turned into a frost‑struck eggplant; a companion who had walked together for ten thousand years just died in a dazed manner, and how could her heart possibly feel okay?

But things having come to this, she could only offer comfort.

"Although the second younger sister looks willful and arrogant, she actually mentioned several times in private that she wished to ask for death; perhaps……it's happier than watching herself slowly fade away?"

"Really?"

The Demon Lord sighed again, raised her arm and looked at her own hand, which would take a long, long time to find a matching image in her memory.

"Ah, but it's still too regrettable—clearly, if she had just held on a little longer, we could……uh? ah!"

Saying this, she suddenly let out a cry, widened her eyes, and stared at the tip of her right hand.

Because she suddenly noticed that the blood and vitality that should belong to a living being were fading there, the skin turning black, moisture disappearing—although slow, it was obvious she was turning back into that former desiccated corpse!

"This……this is!"

"This is the Purple Lightning God deceiving you."

Ji Ming floated forward, a strand of Purple Lightning imprisoned within the thunderlight in his hand.

"Achieving True God status can indeed allow death and rebirth, but the premise is that you must have sufficient incense to truly ascend as a god, rather than now, pretending to be clever, privately exploiting a bug that the world's laws barely qualify as a 【True God】."

"I……"

"Furthermore, becoming a Lesser God or Quasi‑God and joining a True God's divine court does allow sharing glory, but this so‑called 'shared glory' merely means being able to use the main god's authority and divine arts; one cannot enjoy True God‑level treatment, especially the effect of returning to the source and being reborn after death."

"You……"

"I can know these things because I am not only a High God but also acquainted with a True God; I am the Chosen of Holy Light, so the Holy Light God has already told me this—you, in desperation, have come to our turf stirring up trouble, nearly harming both others and yourselves, and could have doomed your entire people."

"But……"

"Don't thank me; I merely thought your President was a decent person, a good one, and since I could help, I just lent a small hand."

……

The Demon Lord finally couldn't bear it any longer, and shouted urgently.

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

Ji Ming, who was busy explaining, finally realized.

"Ah, what do you want to say?"

The Demon Lord, feeling wronged, shrank his body into a ball, changing from the purple-patterned broccoli seen by the players into a white-skinned tattooed girl pouting with a mosaic patch.

"I-I-I... I just can't understand why you would just naturally fly over like that, and moreover keep staring at me while talking as if nothing's wrong."

Ji Ming:???

Oh!

That Purple Lightning God is really good at handing out benefits; the Demon Lord didn't mention it, and Ji Ming truly forgot about this.

So he hurriedly threw off his clothes, turned his back, and only turned around when the Demon Lord said it was okay.

However, what women's clothing could there be in Ji Ming's storage ring? Only a few sets of female school uniforms brought along just in case, fearing problems might arise during practical drills.

So this wave, this wave is——

【Demon Lord·Patricia·Legendary Limited Skin: Magic Academy's Honor Student】

"Cough, uh, where were we talking about just now?"

Whether due to embarrassment or the clothes being too tight, the Demon Lord's complexion was poor.

"Starting from where I was deceived."

"Oh, right, anyway you were just deceived, so the Purple Lightning's painted pie for you was just to trap you, then borrowing your body to be reborn; your current living state is merely a temporary disguise He molded with divine power and secret arts, your mind might have been made up, but it's ultimately not real."

Demon Lord: ……

"Yes yes, thanks for emphasizing it again."

"Even if your matters are settled, I still have something I need your help with."

After helping them eliminate the regret of not being able to revive the Second Leader, Ji Ming gestured to the side, letting Bu Long Fei Er De come over.

The President had previously been startled by this ninety-one-level giant dragon, and upon seeing it, quickly stepped in front of her, speaking nervously.

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

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

Saying this, Bu Long Fei Er De took out several pictures and placed them before her.

"Do you know these magic dragons?"

Naturally, the people in the picture are those who had surrounded and killed her in the underground city back then; Bu Long Fei Er De also spent a long time recalling, and with Sylvia's help painted this vivid "Six Dragon Picture".

"Uh..."

The President lowered his head and looked for a while, then handed it to the Demon Lord to look at for a while; the Demon Lord and she exchanged a glance, and he shook his head.

Thus the President carefully chose his words and responded.

"Sorry, we don't know them; they are indeed evil spirit magic dragons... but at least judging by these external features, we truly don't recognize them."

"……"

Seeing that Ji Ming's and that silver dragon's expressions hadn't eased, the Demon Lord, having regained some strength, took a breath and helped the President up to stand again.

"I don't know why you're looking for them, but since it's come to this, we don't need to deceive you here."

She summoned a mass of pure water with magic power, washed her face that could work part-time in a horror film crew, adjusted her sleeves as if putting on an imperial robe, and spoke solemnly.

"So where did you see them? And there still exists a magic dragon I don't even recognize; as a monarch, I feel I ought to know about this."

Even the lazy dog dragon felt fearful when recalling the moment of death, so Bu Long Fei Er De fell silent for a moment.

"Five thousand years ago, right here, was the underground fortress of the ancient Dark Flame Empire, a ruin."

Ji Ming, throughout this process, kept observing the expressions of the Demon Lord and the President, hoping to spot a flaw.

But strangely, upon hearing the silver dragon's words, their apprehension vanished all at once.

"The underground fortress—are you referring to the final ending place?"

The giant dragon's recovery ability is indeed overbearing; the Demon Lord inhaled and actually managed to step forward steadily.

"We didn't participate in that battle back then, because we had just suffered heavy damage fighting the Holy Dragon Legion, and were now in Moonlight Bay, single-handedly resisting the airship fleet manufactured by the celestials."

"But after two nearly unwinnable battles, even the strange magic dragon couldn't hold out, so by the time the last airship landed, our numbers had plummeted from one hundred thirty-six to a pitiful thirty-eight."

"It was then that we heard the underground fortress had exploded; the main forces of the allied armies were almost completely wiped out, and I, feeling disheartened, took the opportunity to lead our people into hiding, thus disappearing from everyone's sight."

Upon saying this, she glanced up at the Archangel, and Sylvia nodded.

"She's telling the truth."

But she had her face covered by armor, and her essence was a mass of light; the Demon Lord, lacking that, could only blush somewhat awkwardly.

"Well, although you almost chopped off my head back then, I still want to say... thank you."

Unable to bear it, she simply turned around and continued pacing.

"After that, our thirty-something members stayed together almost all the time; even when we split up, it was to avoid the giant dragon's retaliation and pursuit, and even so, by five thousand years ago we had only twenty-odd companions left."

"Therefore, I can guarantee that it's absolutely impossible for six companions to act secretly without my knowledge, let alone enter the ruins of the underground fortress that we didn't even know existed."

Upon saying this, she stopped walking and turned around.

"You may choose not to believe, but this is the fact I wish to state: those six magic dragons are not our people; however, if you think we should bear responsibility for this, I am willing to take all blame, only hoping you can let us off……"

Before Ji Ming could speak, the President suddenly stood up and spoke quickly.

"No! You are Your Majesty, how can you bear the blame? I am the President, I am in charge of military affairs, and if something goes wrong I should be the one responsible, so……"

"Stop stop stop, don't argue anymore, we haven't even said we want to kill anyone!"

Seeing them arguing as if preparing to heroically sacrifice themselves, Ji Ming hurriedly called a halt to the two who were already self-moved to the point of tears.

"If they're not your people, then why do these magic dragons not on the roster exist is the most important question."

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

In my view, their sources are nothing more than two types.

The first type: they were indeed once part of you all, except they were the batch that 'died'; they escaped death, coincidentally gathered together, hid in this underground ruin, forming a small gang that stops at nothing.

But this answer demands too many coincidences; moreover, even if ten thousand years passed, with your intelligence, Demon Lord, it's impossible for the faces of a little over a hundred dragons to forget so much, so the likelihood is low.

Therefore, I lean more toward the second explanation.

Having said that, Ji Ming deliberately shut his mouth; he wasn't here to play Conan, wanting to see if the demon dragon side could also chip in a couple of lines.

As a result, the Demon Lord indeed took the bait; the light in his eyes flickered out a few times.

"You mean, that gang of alchemy maniacs?"