Chapter 676 Griller’s Enlightenment (First Update!)

Back again...

Griller sniffed the moist scent in the air, which he had never completely forgotten during the long and cruel time in purgatory.

It cannot forget the days when it was still practicing its ideals and beliefs on this land.

People called it an evil dragon. They had no idea what kind of world they lived in.

The charming dreamland of the Dragon of Fantasy?

Greller exhaled a breath with a strong aura of purgatory to show his disdain for this.

Isn’t a more “benevolent” rule no longer a rule?

In Greer's view, their arrogance and arrogance are even greater than that.

Can the light that can be mixed with other colors still be so pure?

Evil doubts good?

There was a trace of ferocious contempt on the corner of Greller's mouth, which would teach these ignorant creatures a good lesson:

As long as they have enough power, the world and everything they think can be modified.

In Griller's view, a change in rulers.

For these frail beings, it is just a rope of a different color tied around their necks.

Even if its evil dragon army burned the world to the ground.

After the howling smoke passed, it was still able to build its dark empire as it did.

"The Tyrant! Go back to purgatory with your legion, that is where you should be!"

Just when Greller was immersed in some not-so-gentle past events, a loud roar interrupted his thoughts.

A strong giant dragon appeared in the clouds.

On it is an equally strong rider.

"Tsk, it's the same rhetoric again."

Grelle clicked his tongue and looked at this dragon with great interest, which seemed to him to be extremely bold.

It did not launch an attack immediately, but instead chattered like an old friend reminiscing.

"Maybe my brother and I really should stay in purgatory..."

"But do you and your master stay there as a matter of course?"

"I think at least the slaves who are mining will have different ideas about this."

Griller grinned and said.

"First of all, we are comrades-in-arms, not masters and servants."

"Secondly, by great will, our class divisions are just and sacred."

"Could it be that a fool like you who is worse than a white dragon cub can be reused as long as he is loyal to you?"

The humans above the dragon roared loudly with an aura that was not inferior to that of the dragon.

Just when the two sides were about to start a new round of "debate", the sky suddenly changed...

Griller suddenly looked at the sky. From a physical perspective, it no longer had the structure to observe the physical world.

But the memory that has been infiltrated into the flesh and blood instinct still makes it unavoidable to make such actions that may have unclear meaning.

Feeling the bloody aura that seemed to be able to condense into a solid entity and the gradually approaching horror and fear, inexplicably, there were some different emotions on Greller's ferocious face:

"It looks like you guys don't even bother pretending."

"What's the difference between you and me?"

"It's just that I used purgatory, and what you used... is a more evil guy..."

Griller said with sarcasm.

But the next moment, it could no longer speak:

At that time, the thick lead clouds in the sky suddenly opened, and a huge head, like a small star, suddenly poked out from it!

The originally strong smell of blood and killing suddenly became intense to the point of some indescribable horror the moment the opponent appeared!

Even the dragon rider who was trying to be born became silent at this moment.

And in the next moment, a flag collapsed like a pillar from the sky and fell straight down!

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"boom!"

Griller fell hard to the ground.

For a giant dragon soaring in the sky, there is no need to put into words what this means.

But at this moment, this is actually a particularly lucky fate:

Those dragons that were unlucky enough to be on the main trajectory of the witch banner's attack had no such chance.

They turned directly into a burst of blood mist, which was the only thing they could rely on.

As for the soul?

Griller looked at the majestic and terrifying figure in the sky.

The other party seems to have no inhibitions about this...

Most evil gods walking in the material world are no better than this.

Is this the light that those Phantom Mirror Dragons brag about?

What filled Greller's consciousness at this moment, apart from a trace of sadness and anger, was a deep sense of powerlessness.

It was not intimidated by the opponent's majestic size, and there was no shortage of huge monsters in Purgatory.

Such a body type is also very...rare...in Purgatory...

But that's all.

The Demon King of Purgatory told Grelle that it had the power of Purgatory and was unmatched by the Illusion Dragon.

The fact is, as the other party said, before all the changes occurred, it was indeed overwhelming.

Seeing that in the years of suffering and pain, the only dream and great cause that it has been able to stick to are finally coming true.

But he was knocked down by a flag, and he didn't even have the strength to crawl...

Griller tried to summon those guys from Purgatory.

For this, it is willing to pay a heavier price.

Even if that makes its final victory, it doesn't mean much.

But Griller knew so deeply that only by winning first would he have a chance to say anything else.

However, Purgatory rejected it...

Even though such a heavy amount of capital had already been invested in it, we still resolutely rejected it...

Griller struggled to his feet.

And the next moment, it stopped:

Because of the sudden increase in temperature around it and the sudden foreboding of death that suddenly emerged in its consciousness, it knew that it was being watched by something...

"...I don't understand... Could it be that only flattery and begging can win the attention of a powerful being like you?"

"Their order is hypocritical and weak, and cannot be maintained under the smelting of time..."

"Choose me and you can get everything without restraint..."

Griller said in a low voice.

The violent power caused serious damage to many areas on its body.

If it weren't for its own strength, coupled with the blessing of the power of purgatory, it wouldn't be any different from those giant dragons that turned into a ball of blood mist...

However, there was no response, and Griller only felt a slightly disgusted look.

For the same creatures, those subtle changes in gaze require sufficiently keen perception and rich experience to be able to understand them clearly.

As for the huge existence above the sky, even a slight change would be enough to shock a small creature like a storm.

But why is it disgusting...

When the witch flag fell again, Griller suddenly understood something.

Maybe the other party just wants some quiet "lizards"...

Yes, who would like an ingredient that chatters and talks weird things...