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, and they had no idea what kind of world they lived in.
The charming dreamland of the Dragon of Fantasy?
Griller exhaled a breath with a strong aura of purgatory to show his disdain for this.
A more "benevolent" rule is no longer rule?
In Greer's view, their arrogance and arrogance are even greater than that.
Is the light that can be mixed with other colors still so pure?
Evil doubts good?
There was a hint of ferocious contempt on the corner of Grille's mouth, which would teach these ignorant creatures a lesson:
As long as they have enough power, the world and everything they think can be modified.
In Griller's view, changes in rulers.
For these fragile beings, it is just a rope of a different color tied around their necks.
Even if its evil dragon army burns the world to the ground.
After the howling smoke has passed, it can still build its dark empire as it did.
"The Tyrant! Go back to purgatory with your legions, that's where you should be!"
Just when Greller was immersed in some not-so-gentle past events, a vibrating roar interrupted his thoughts.
A strong giant dragon appeared in the clouds.
On top of 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, with great will, our class divisions are fair and sacred."
"Is it possible 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 giant dragon roared loudly with an aura that was not inferior to that of the giant 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 are probably of unknown 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 to pretend."
"What's the difference between you and me?"
"It's just me using purgatory, and what you are using... is a more evil guy..."
Griller said sarcastically.
But the next moment, it could no longer speak:
At that moment, 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 originally tried 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 heavily 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 and happened 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 had left.
As for the soul?
Griller looked at the majestic and terrifying figure in the sky.
The other party seems to have no taboo about this...
Most evil gods walking in the material world are no better than this.
Is this the light that those Mirror Dragons boast 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 these changes occurred, it was indeed unstoppable.
Seeing that in the years of suffering and pain, the only dreams and great achievements 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 it makes its final victory, it doesn't mean much.
But Griller knew so deeply that only by winning first would he have the chance to say anything else.
However, Purgatory rejected it...
Even though such a heavy capital investment had already been invested in it, he still resolutely rejected it...
Griller struggled to stand up from the ground.
And the next moment, it stopped:
Because of the sudden increase in temperature around him and the sudden foreboding of death that suddenly emerged in his consciousness, he knew that he 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 any scruples..."
Griller said in a low voice.
The violent power caused severe 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.
And for that huge existence in 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 ingredients that chatter and talk weird things...