Chapter 486

By the time those two questions were answered, not only the demon king and the president, even the dim-witted servant dragons had a vague sense of something, and a hint of naive complexity tinged their bewildered eyes.

As for Ji Ming, although he held all the initiative, frankly speaking, it wasn't exactly pleasant for him either.

First, with his charm and eloquence, he could certainly coax all the demon dragons before him into willingly facing death, tearfully bidding farewell in moving tears, and then only leave behind the one he wanted, the chosen worker of the day.

Moreover, whether it's the demon king Patricia who is of higher rank and has obtained the Purple Lightning Divine Crest, or the great general Basco who possesses commander talent and comparable strength, they are actually UR-rank cards; obtaining them is a sure profit.

But he still chose to honestly tell them all the truth behind this, and to give them the right to choose for themselves.

There's no way around it; his conscience is too big, he can't bring himself to be ruthless.

Moreover, as the Aberrant Unit cultivated by the Darkflame Empire, the Wraith Demon Dragons, no matter how good a person they were in life, with species transformation, change of allegiance, rotting flesh, twisted souls, and all that, their hands are inevitably stained with blood.

If it weren't for the souls drawn back by the secret art still being their original selves, making it impossible to separate their past good deeds from justice, Ji Ming wouldn't have wasted so many words on them; he would have long sent that flight of dragons to the Western Paradise.

Thus, his willingness to give the demon dragons a chance to win the resurrection match already counts as going the extra mile; there's nothing more he could do, just waiting beside them for their final decision.

As for the demon dragons' actual combat strength…

The spread of the Fourth Calamity is already unstoppable; that all-star team from another world, with enormous R&D and mobilization capabilities, is truly Ji Ming's strongest force at hand,

Even if something indescribable were to appear, if worse comes to worst he could still open a portal, lock the enemies inside his Divine Wonder House, and unleash a bunch of big guys to give them a brutal beating.

So even if this whole group of demon dragons defected and surrendered, they could only serve as a garnish; Ji Ming also doesn't need a few rotting corpse flowers growing into his bones to adorn himself.

But for the demon dragons, this chance to win the resurrection match is incredibly precious, so they fell silent, staring at each other, you looking at me, me looking at you.

After a long while, the demon king finally spoke.

"Basco, you're familiar with the giant dragons on both sides from back then; you can tell who the enemy is, so for this great grudge, only you staying behind can exact revenge."

"No, Your Majesty, there are at least dozens of bronze dragons still alive in the world, but the titanium gold dragons have gone extinct; we need you to continue the lineage."

"Continue? How can a single dragon continue the lineage, by finding a good-looking human to bear a bunch of half‑dragon offspring?"

The president was stumped by the demon king's remark, could only change the subject, and looked toward the servants behind.

"Well then… how about you? Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"

Don't say the servant dragons have degenerated into beasts that can only act on instinct, even if they still retain the most basic capacity for thought.

Haha, everyone here is a dragon that has died once; who could possibly have no unfulfilled wishes?

Then you live?

Or he lives?

Who will live?

Thus the demon dragons once again fell into an eerie calm, and finally the demon king drew a deep breath.

"Forget it!"

She, issuing the classic declaration of giving up, leaned directly against the president and sat on the ground, glanced at her index finger that had withered completely dry, and closed her eyes.

"Since we can't all live, what's the point of living alone?"

"We are essentially beings long dead; looking back over these ten thousand years, the second life we barely obtained is meaningless—stumbling, fighting, scraping by, despised by people, it's nothing but prolonged torment."

The president turned his head in surprise, opened his mouth, but could only utter one sentence.

"Yeah… yeah…"

After pondering a moment, he suddenly laughed.

"If I follow this line of thought, I've struggled all these years in a chaotic mess… sigh, it seems this is actually the first time, hehe, I feel so light-hearted inside."

"It's long overdue, you cowards, all cowards! I'm the biggest one! I've been dead for thirty thousand years, it's all just self‑deception."

Having said that, the demon king drew a deep breath, sprang up like an inflated balloon, and looked toward Ji Ming.

"Divine Sir, we no longer want the way to live; could you show mercy and grant us the way to die?"

Ji Ming watched the whole thing from the sidelines, never joining their discussion, but this outcome was also within his expectations.

He simply nodded.

"Yes, I'm quite familiar with the Holy Light God; I'm equally skilled at using this energy, and I can perform a rites of passage for you."

Upon hearing that, the president also rose, shook his wings full of decay, and spoke respectfully.

"Then please do it!"

"Don't rush; although the Second President has died, isn't the Third President still around? Aren't you waiting for her to join you?"

"Uh…"

Who would have thought the demon king and the president exchanged a glance, then shook their heads with a wry smile.

"She… might have other ideas; better not follow us, otherwise… haha, wouldn't that put her in a difficult spot?"

Ha, these silly dragons are really amusing; in the end, they still hope some dragon can stay alive.

Thus Ji Ming also smiled.

"Alright, I got it."

Not every aberrant life is utterly evil, so the Holy Light Church indeed possesses some techniques that allow aberrant beings to die painlessly.

Otherwise, those vengeful spirits would have chosen to forgive everything in Asahara and let go; to chop them into thousands of pieces would be too much of a hellish joke.

Thus Ji Ming unleashed Holy Light, piecing together a few seals into a large formation that enveloped all the demon dragons.

But…

Normally, a formation that would let a single aberrant dead fish pass peacefully in just a few seconds would be far too mild against these several powerful demon dragons.

So although they were indeed gradually being given a peaceful passing, the speed was extraordinarily slow, causing the atmosphere on site to become awkward again.

"Um, why don't you say a last word?"

The president thought for a moment.

"This… is rather warm? Since becoming an aberrant, I haven't felt this warm in ages, like soaking in a hot spring."

"Yeah, yeah."

The demon king hesitated, then nodded, nodding on and on, as if suddenly recalling something.

Oh right! High God, your Excellency, you've helped us so much, I have a gift to give you.

Ah?

I slaughtered you, and you still want to pay me?

But if the Demon Lord really gives it, Ji Ming would surely gladly take it, so he urged her to explain quickly.

As for this gift, it's simple too: they've been scraping by in the Yangyue World for ten thousand years; even if they just picked up trash the whole time, they ought to have amassed a mountain of gold.

But the Demon Lord knew not to put all one's eggs in one basket, so he divided this wealth into many portions and hid them in different places.

Moreover, to guard against the designs of giant dragons or other gods and spirits, he simply went all out and built multiple secret bases worldwide.

Or rather, these are the underground cities where the Demon Dragon's treasure is buried.

"It's a shame we've already resolved to die, so we can't bring you to fetch them," he said.

He demanded a magic crystal from Ji Ming, and the Demon Lord recorded the location of each underground city within it.

"Better yet, you go yourself; I'm confident that with your ability, the traps and mechanisms inside the underground cities won't be able to stop you."

Traps...

Ji Ming pondered briefly and asked.

"If I accidentally trigger it, will it cause problems for the treasure itself?"

The Demon Lord shook his head.

"In theory, no—after all, we ourselves fear accidental activation, which is why we've ruined three of them already."

Then it's settled.

Afterward, Ji Ming stared at the furnace and burned the demon dragons for an hour straight.

The servant dragon, being low‑rank, could only last ten minutes before collapsing; its soul, now clear‑minded, sighed at the crowd, bowed to the Demon Lord and the High God, then dissipated into the air.

Basike, however, held on for half an hour; his soul watched his own corpse turn into scattered fragments and let out a carefree laugh.

"In a daze for ten thousand years, then suddenly I comprehended the vastness of heaven and earth!"

Moreover, this time it wasn't the shrill, unpleasant tone of a eunuch, but the original rich, heroic timbre of a general.

"Your Majesty, I'll go ahead; if there is reincarnation, let's meet again someday!"

Having said that, he too vanished into the air.

Thus, within this great formation, only the Demon Lord remained alone.

Half an hour was enough for an excited person to calm down, so Ji Ming kept waiting for her to regret, waiting for her to find excuses and reasons to cling to life.

But even after an hour, when even she—whose divine‑enhanced existence was comparable to a level‑ninety being—could no longer hold together and began to disintegrate, she still uttered nothing.

She merely rose amidst her scattering fragments, stretched, and murmured.

"Oh dear, what a long dream that was—maybe when I open my eyes I'll still be asleep in my own nest."

Then she completely scattered and disintegrated, departing this world together with her "kin."

Ten thousand years ago they were mortal enemies; ten thousand years later they were rare old friends reunited.

Everyone left here besides Ji Ming was an old-timer from back then, and facing this scene they could only let out a complex sigh.

Ji Ming, meanwhile, silently asked himself.

"Boss, does reincarnation exist in this world?"

Yes, but where everyone reincarnates to, where they are reborn, is not something our single world can decide.

That is a vast system that encompasses the entire multiverse, precise and ingenious, absolutely not something that can be changed by a word or deed of ours.

I, too, only after great effort and continuous struggle, managed to drag over a hundred saviors into the situation.

Speaking of this, even the little boss became sentimental.

Perhaps in some distant fantasy world, the demon lord is a sect master, the general is a body cultivator protecting the law, and those few servant dragons are the sect's six chiefs, truly making them a loving family.

"What about the second and third?"

Could it be the unhappy Artifact Elder and the clueless Elixir Elder? Ha, who knows.

Since the foolish dragons had all been sent off to cultivate, Ji Ming collected the formation, only to find that, contrary to expectation, there was still something in the place that should have been empty.

"This is… the clothes I previously threw to the demon lord?"

Congratulations on obtaining the original flavor of the beautiful girl of the distant-light lamp, an infused alcohol item.

"Oh come on, hurry up and get lost."

Then why are you carefully retracting it?

"This is the deceased's relic, after all—roughly speaking, it's a shroud; keeping it is unlucky, but the master is kind-hearted, so just burn it for her."

Ji Ming thought it over; since they were already burning the person's clothes, he might as well go the extra mile and burn some paper money, paper carts, paper houses, and the like.

Let them, if they happen to be reborn in an ordinary technological world, be able to live without worry about food and drink for a lifetime, and become someone who, just by virtue of an IP address, can be called "grandpa" on the internet.

After burning everything, only a single shiny little leather shoe remained on the ground; Ji Ming was about to toss it in when he suddenly felt that something was off about its feel.

"Exposed, huh! I knew you'd suddenly run off to become a teacher and not do anything good—say, how could just a casual touch tell you the feel was wrong?"

"Because, damn it, I've already burned one like this, and this weight is obviously off."

Saying this, Ji Ming turned the shoe upside down, only to hear a clear 'ding' as a large purple stone fell out onto the ground.

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"Holy crap, how many good deeds has Lady Pa done in her lifetime that even a memorial service for her can produce relics?"

All right, just kidding—this thing is obviously the divine essence of the Purple Lightning God.

In order to seize the demon lord's mortal form, Purple Lightning first bequeathed its divine essence to the demon lord as bait, making the demon lord the second Purple Lightning God.

So now the demon lord actively seeks death, and the divine essence that was not self‑destroyed becomes ownerless, remaining where it was after the mortal form dissipates.

Ji Ming had originally planned to casually put it up for sale in the game store, but on second thought he realized he couldn't.

Because if we say the Purple Lightning God is Yuri from Red Alert 2, then his recent rampage at Falling God Peak is the Yuri's Revenge expansion pack for Red Alert 2.

If we were to sell the divine godhood to players, and if this byd could retain consciousness like the Mad King does, wouldn't the Yangyue World enter the Soul Ending IF line?

By then everyone will together hot-bloodedly fight Epsilon, exerting all their strength to resist but ultimately failing and being collectively brainwashed by the Soul Ending Ritual, becoming Mr. Violet Lightning's dog?

Forget it, the Great Holy Seat already sacrificed itself and rammed into the Dark Flame Fortress once ten thousand years ago; doing seeyouagain again, it can't take it.

"Hey, there's nothing to be done, refusing would be disrespectful, refusing would be disrespectful."

Ji Ming had no choice but to absorb this divine godhood himself, but before he could even feel what kind of vigorous energy the Violet Lightning divine power was, he heard the classic villain's jeering laugh coming from within his own body.

Besides, unlike the Demon Lord, the Violet Lightning God's old idiot's laugh is ten thousand times more unpleasant.

Laughing while also mocking.

"Hehehe, I never expected someone would actually dare to absorb my Subaite's divine godhood; let me see which fool wants to be my third piece of meat..."

What followed was a long stretch of high-difficulty sharp explosive noise.

Those in the know say it's the Violet Lightning God howling and bawling like a ghost; those who don't know think it's a limited-time comeback of a senior wild beast.