Demon: I am the Red Emperor, I am the true Red Emperor!

Chapter 524 Demon: I am the Red Emperor, I am the true Red Emperor!
Galos did not rush to set off immediately to search for the demon.

According to Vera, that guy will most likely come to her on his own.

Before that, he decided to experience this plane more deeply, especially the Green Countryside region where he was located. As a being from the material world, he needed to understand the rules, resources, and potential dangers or opportunities here.

Galos first strolled to a babbling brook.

The stream is crystal clear, and you can see the rounded pebbles at the bottom and the occasional silver fish swimming by.

He bent down and sipped the stream water with his tongue.

The cool, refreshing liquid slid down my throat, tasting similar to spring water in the physical world, but the sensation was completely different.

The water contains a sense of peace and purity, as if it can wash away the dust from the soul and make thoughts clear and bright.

"The soil and water of the Immortal Wilderness seem to possess special energy as well."

Hong Tielong seemed to be deep in thought.

He stretched out his paw, picked up a small clump of damp soil from the shore, and put it in his mouth to chew it slowly.

The earthy scent between my teeth carried a fresh aroma, imbued with the vibrant energy of plant roots and microorganisms.

Then he tried the stones by the stream.

It has a hard texture and a crispy taste; then comes grass, moss, mushrooms...

Under the curious gaze of the spirits, the enormous red iron dragon, like a newborn cub, tasted everything edible around it.

"So His Majesty Ignas was a vegetarian?"

A flower fairy whispered from behind a leaf.

"I'm so envious that they can grow this big even by eating dirt and grass."

Another tree spirit chimed in.

The spirits whispered among themselves, their voices filled with curiosity.

Galos could sense their goodwill.

These little guys seem to be born without knowing how to hide their emotions; joy, curiosity, and friendliness are all clearly written on their faces.

Galus ignored these comments.

He is building his understanding of this plane.

The inherited knowledge told him that outer planes are often deeply bound to certain concepts or laws, while the Immortal Wilderness is clearly closely connected to emotions.

The substances here likely all carry emotional energy, just in different forms.

His attention was quickly drawn to an orchard.

The orchard is located in the heart of the verdant countryside and is simply enclosed by a low shrub fence.

The fruit trees inside are neatly arranged, with lush branches and leaves. Each tree is full of fruit, and the fruit has different shapes. Some look like apples, some look like berries, and some have a shape that does not conform to the botany of the material world at all.

Galus approached a fruit tree and stretched out his claws.

He picked a fruit that resembled an apple and had a soft, shimmering sheen on its surface.

It feels warm and smooth to the touch, with a slight elasticity.

He put the fruit in his mouth and took a small bite.

Juice splattered.

However, it's not just sweet juice that flows out.

Along with the liquid, a pure, sweet, and carefree joy washed over his consciousness like a warm tide.

That is the expectation of the spirits when they care for the fruit trees; the satisfaction of the plants growing under the nourishment of sunshine and rain; and even the faint pride that the fruit has finally ripened and can be tasted.

All these positive emotions intertwine to form a gentle yet powerful spiritual cleansing.

Mental exhaustion, worries about the future, all the troubles.

Faced with this torrent of joyful emotions, it evaporates as quickly as snowflakes under the sun.

Galos felt his soul become clear and full, a long-lost joy filling his heart, like the pure and beautiful happiness he felt when he first found a gem as a child.

"This……"

Red Iron Dragon involuntarily took a half step back, its tail sweeping across the ground and stirring up a flurry of grass blades.

He paused for a few seconds, then quickly stretched out his paws and picked several fruits of different shapes and colors, putting them into his mouth one by one, and savoring them with his eyes slightly closed.

Besides joy, there is also hope, happiness, and peace.
Various feelings, primarily positive, swept through Galus's mind.

"The fruits here all carry powerful emotional energy."

He was thinking to himself.

Different kinds of fruits correspond to different positive emotions, but what they have in common is that they are all pure and gentle, and will not bring false excitement or subsequent numbness like some psychedelic drugs.

These fruits merely offer a temporary, pleasant feeling to the consumer.

Once the effects wear off, your mindset will return to normal, feeling refreshed as if you've been washed with clean water.

"In the material world, these emotional fruits would be rare and priceless treasures."

Galos looked around, assessing the situation in his mind.

Especially for legendary beings who need to stabilize their minds, heal emotional trauma, or face breakthroughs, this resource, which can directly affect the mind without leaving any lasting consequences, is enough to make any force flock to it.

Looking around, the countryside is lush and verdant.

There are more than a dozen similar orchards, with countless kinds of fruit.

More importantly, Green Countryside is merely an insignificant habitat for spirits in the entire Immortal Wilderness. There are countless similar areas in this plane, not to mention the dark places that correspond to negative emotions.

"The outer planes are indeed treasure troves, containing special resources that are unimaginable in the material world."

Galos was filled with emotion.

He somewhat understood why the Holden Empire, knowing the Abyss was fraught with danger, still insisted on developing the outer planes.

They must have tasted immense benefits in the abyss, acquiring resources and interests sufficient to alter the course of development, to be so unable to resist and willing to bear the risks.

"Vera."

Garus turned his head and looked at the fairy dragon.

Vera was holding a berry almost as big as herself, munching on it and making sure it was dripping with juice.

Hearing the call, she lifted her juice-covered face and wagged her tail: "Hmm?"

"Do the fruits here have names?"

Galos asked, pointing with his paw to the various fruits hanging from the branches around him.

"name?"

Vera blinked and raised the berries in her arms a little higher.

"This is called 'Bright Red,' eating it will make you happy!"

She flapped her wings and flew up, beginning to introduce Galus to each of them.

"The golden one is called 'Golden Splendor,' eating it will make you feel incredibly capable and confident! The dark blue one is called 'Deep Blue,' eating it will bring you peace of mind, making you want to daydream and sleep. The light purple one is called 'Radiant Purple,' eating it will make you more understanding of others..."

The fairy dragon flew around the orchard, introducing almost every type of fruit.

The names are simple and straightforward, reflecting the innocent and carefree way of thinking of the elites.

"Are they a specialty of the verdant countryside, or are they found throughout the entire Fairy Wilderness?"

Galos continued to press for answers.

"Of course they're everywhere!"

The fairy dragon landed on a tree branch and tilted its head as it spoke.

"It's nothing special. All places where spirits gather grow these fruits. They are one of our main food sources."

"Have their effects always been this noticeable?"

"Of course, but it's not like I can be this good every day."

Vera thought for a moment and added, "Look, everyone is especially happy that you're here today. These fruits have absorbed more of our joy, so they're sweeter and plumper than usual!"

She swallowed the last bite of fruit, patted her round little belly, and continued to explain.

"In the Immortal Wilderness, the emotions of spirits can affect everything around them."

"The happier and more attentive we are, the better the plants grow and the tastier the fruit becomes. Conversely, if we are sad or afraid, the fruit will become sour and even wither."

"However, not all the fruits in the Immortal Wilderness are like this."

Vera's expression turned serious. "In places inhabited by evil spirits, such as the Howling Forest or the Swamp of Resentment, they produce bad fruits that are 'dark' or 'gray'."

"Eating it will cause nightmares, irritability, or intense emotional distress..."

"They taste terrible and make sperm even worse."

Galos nodded thoughtfully.

This confirms some of his conjectures and inherited knowledge.

The Immortal Wilderness is a plane where emotions are polarized.

Joy, hope, and other positive emotions nurture a paradise like the verdant countryside and bear the fruits of positive emotions; while fear, anger, despair, and other negative emotions give birth to dark areas, bear the fruits of negative emotions, and wicked creatures.

“The ‘bad fruit’ that Vera mentioned should also have special effects.”

Galos thought to himself.

Those fruits that carry negative emotions may have special value in certain situations, such as interrogation, curses, or certain dark rituals.

But he wasn't very interested in it.

Negative emotions often bring more trouble than benefits.

This also raises a new question.

If the Kingdom of Aura wants to develop the Fairy Wilderness, which party should it choose to cooperate with?
Is it a gathering place for kind spirits like Canglvxiangyuan, or for evil spirits?
Galos quickly found his answer.

First, he already had a good reputation among kind-hearted people because of Vera's story of the Red Emperor.

As long as you continue to maintain a gentle and friendly attitude, it is easy to gain the trust of these simple creatures.

On the contrary, evil spirits are mostly cunning, fickle, and chaotic, and dealing with them is often a lot of work for little reward.

More importantly, the Fairy Wilderness is not a weak place.

The material kingdom's "development" of the plane sounds impressive, but in reality, it's just "picking up scraps," or even "collecting garbage."

In addition, there is another important reason.

In the Fairy Wilderness, there are both benevolent and malevolent gods, but the majority are benevolent.

For example, the gods who protect the fairy race.

The entire forest pantheon is paying close attention to the changes in the Fairy Wilderness.

This pantheon, also known as the 'Joyful Court' in the Dragon Legacy, consists mostly of gods who belong to the chaotic good side, leaning towards neutrality.

“The planes of existence are vast, and the vision of the gods is not limited to a single plane or world.”

"The chances of me being noticed are not high, but if I am noticed for my brutal conquest and plunder, I'm afraid I'll have to face the gods of the Joyful Court."

Galos thought to himself.

If he were a creature native to this place, such as a demon or ghost, even if he harmed a large number of spirit beings, as long as it did not involve any danger to the plane itself, it would not attract the attention of the gods.

The conflicts between organisms within a plane are part of natural change.

The gods usually do not interfere.

But he doesn't belong here.

Appearing rashly as an invader would likely anger these native deities and bring unnecessary trouble. On the other hand, those chaotic evil gods have little habit of protecting their own people and are all self-centered, so the possibility of encountering them is extremely small.

"Vera."

Galos spoke again, saying, "Once we've dealt with the demons, I'd like to speak with you, or with representatives from other spirit-inhabited areas that you can contact."

The fairy dragon flew closer out of curiosity.

"What are we talking about?"

"Regarding the establishment of a long-term cooperative relationship."

Galos said, "Cooperation based on win-win and mutual benefit."

"The Kingdom of Aura can exchange material goods for your specialties, and can also provide protection for the settlements of spirits, send guards, and even invite other dragons to come here to serve as guardians."

Spirit-type life forms are generally not good at fighting, nor do they like it.

Vera is an exception.

Before the Fairy Dragon, the guardian of Green Country was a unicorn, not a fairy.

Other spirit habitats are similar, often with a benevolent creature as a guardian, while spirits provide emotional value and various foods full of positive emotions.

In the Fairy Wilderness, cooperation and coexistence are the traditional way of survival.

The Kingdom of Aura is willing to provide guards, and it has the Red Emperor's 'good reputation'.

Given the right conditions, elites generally won't refuse.

They prefer a carefree life to constantly worrying about when they will be attacked.

Hearing Gara's words, the fairy dragon's eyes lit up: "You mean...do business? Use our fruits and good things to exchange for treasures from the material world? And we'll even have dragons to protect us?"

"Yes."

Galos nodded. "It's like trade between kingdoms, only it crosses dimensional boundaries. As for protection, the Kingdom of Aura is willing to ally with benevolent spirits to jointly resist those evil creatures."

"Great!"

Vera twirled in the air and flapped her wings excitedly.

"My little friends will be so happy! They're all so curious about the material world, whether it's the creatures there or all the fun things!"

After saying that, she couldn't wait to fly to other spirits and begin spreading the good news.

Soon, the entire Green Countryside was filled with an even more joyful atmosphere. The elves whispered among themselves, their eyes filled with anticipation and friendliness as they looked at Galus.

Garus, still in the size of a young dragon, began to stroll through the verdant countryside.

He carefully observed the vegetation, terrain, and lifestyle of the spirits.

The verdant countryside covers a considerable area, with orchards and residential areas at its center, surrounded by forests and grasslands.

The dwellings of the spirits are all different; some live in tree holes, some live under mushroom caps, and some are even just hammocks woven from vines.

The entire settlement had a population of just the right amount, approximately 30,000 spirits of various kinds.

Flower fairies, tree spirits, stream fairies, little light fairies... their sizes range from the size of a palm to half a person's height.

They mostly live in groups, forming small families or interest groups. Their main tasks are tending to plants, collecting fruits, and maintaining the environment. They occasionally hold song and dance celebrations. Their pace of life is slow and happy, and there are almost no quarrels or conflicts.

"It's truly an ideal utopia."

Galos thought to himself.

But this peace also means fragility.

When evil creatures attack, the spirits are almost powerless to resist and rely mainly on the guardians of their respective habitats.

Meanwhile, in a dark valley.

This place is made up of twisted tree roots and decaying moss, and sunlight can hardly penetrate the dense, deformed tree canopy.

Deep within a cave, shadows writhed like living creatures, their whispers echoing between the stone walls.

In the center, a dark shadow, seemingly composed of countless fragmented images and gloomy emotions, is slowly rising and falling.

This is the demon, Mosiro.

Demons and ghosts are always born in stories with malicious lies or dark backgrounds.

Mosiros is the latter, born from the story.

Legend has it that long, long ago, a rebellious spirit, yearning for great power, betrayed the trust of his guardians and companions, stealing a legendary demon sword. But the demon sword brought not power, but disaster.

Their homes were destroyed, and their companions were killed.

That spirit, consumed by endless regret, transformed into a monster, forever wandering the wilderness, devouring any creature it encountered, filling the emptiness within with their flesh and fear.

This story, filled with betrayal, lies, and despair, takes form under the rules of the Fairy Wilderness, giving birth to Mosiro.

It is both a product of the story and firmly believes that it is the remorseful spirit in the story.

Its consciousness is confused and tormented, and its only solace is to devour other stories and emotions, especially those filled with power and glory.

Not long ago, it heard the story of the "Red Emperor".

The "power," "conquest," "majesty," and "legendary charm" contained within were the ultimate delicacy for Mosiro.

So it attacked Green Country, defeated the Red Emperor who was Vera in disguise, and devoured him.

At this moment, Mosiro is digesting this delicious meal.

On the shadowy surface of its body, the phantom of a majestic dragon's head, the posture of waving its giant claws, and the image of spewing dragon breath would occasionally appear.

In this process, it acquired some of the power concepts and fighting styles belonging to the Red Emperor, and could even simulate some seemingly powerful characteristics.

But a sense of loss lingered.

"Incomplete...incomplete..."

A hoarse whisper came from the shadows, "The Creator... the source of the story... that fairy dragon... is still alive..."

A thought flashed through Mosiro's confused mind.

It didn't devour the story's creator, but only a portion of the projected power, so the power it gained was incomplete.

And that fairy dragon is likely still alive in Green Country, perhaps trying to regroup.

"Go back...eat her...complete the story...and then...maybe I can truly become the Red Emperor?"

"If I had great power... I wouldn't... kill my companions... nor would my home be destroyed..."

The shadows churned violently.

Demons and ghosts are born from stories, and people deeply believe in them.

In Mosiro's distorted understanding, it is both a demon and the spirit that killed all its companions and destroyed its home.

Endless regret and a thirst for power intertwined, driving it to make its decision.

The shadowy body began to flow, sliding out of the cave like a viscous black liquid, moving along a densely shadowed path towards the verdant countryside.

Wherever it goes, the grass withers, the flowers fade, and even the light seems to be partially absorbed.

Before long, the habitat of the spirits, full of joy and vitality, was in sight.

Mosiro could clearly feel the joyful mood permeating the air.

This feeling disgusted it.

Why should these spirits be able to enjoy pleasure, while it is destined to live in eternal suffering?
"Let them be happy for now..."

The demon whispered hoarsely, "Once I bring in fear and despair... all this joy... will become even more delicious nourishment..."

In the desolate wilderness of immortals, powerful malice is like a lighthouse in the darkness. Demons and ghosts do not conceal themselves, nor do they need to.

For the spirits of the verdant countryside, whether they hide or not, the result is the same; they cannot resist.

Mosiro appeared directly on the grassy outskirts of Green Country in the form of an ominous shadow.

The shadows crept upward, gradually coalescing into a blurry outline.

"...Fairy Dragon...come out..."

Mosiro's voice was harsh and unpleasant, like fingernails scraping against glass: "Give me your story... your soul... completely."

Its appearance immediately caused a commotion, and the spirits hid behind trees and rocks.

But unlike last time, this time the fear wasn't pure; instead, it was mixed with a certain... anticipation? There was even a faint sense of excitement.

Mosiro was puzzled for a moment, but his confused mind prevented him from analyzing the situation further.

It assumed that these spirits were simply terrified.

Just then, a figure flew out from the direction of the orchard and landed in front of the demon.

It was a red iron dragon, strong in build, with black and red dragon scales that gleamed with a metallic luster in the sunlight. However, it was only a little over ten meters long and its aura was not strong. In the eyes of the demons, it appeared quite weak and was probably a weak demon dragon in disguise.

"With so little strength left... why don't you run away?"

Mosiro let out a hoarse laugh, "Very good... By eating you... I will become more complete..."

It no longer talks nonsense.

The shadowy body surged violently, and clear dragon scale patterns quickly appeared on its surface, followed by a majestic dragon head, a rugged body, and sharp claws.

It transformed into the likeness of the Red Emperor.

It was over thirty meters tall, with wings that blotted out the sky, and its body exuded a twisted and powerful aura.

"Die! Your story and your soul... are all mine!"

"From this day forward... I am the true Red Emperor!"

The demon roared, opened its dragon claws, and pounced on the smaller red iron dragon with a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air.

Its movements were swift and ferocious, its sharp claws reaching out to seal off all escape routes.

This is a fighting style it learned from the story of the Red Emperor.

Overwhelm with absolute power, giving the opponent no chance.

Faced with this fierce attack, the small red iron dragon stood still, completely motionless.

Just before the demon's claws could reach them.

hum!
A vast, ocean-like dragon's might suddenly erupted from the small red iron dragon!
The seemingly weak dragon body expanded instantly as if inflated, revealing a majestic and imposing physique, cold eyes, muscles like cast iron, and a dignified aura forged through countless trials of blood and fire...

The real Red Emperor, Garo Ignas, has removed his disguise.

His size was even larger than that of a demonic dragon. Just standing there, he resembled an unshakeable mountain. With his wings spread, the shadow he cast covered a large area of ​​grassland.

"what?!"

Mosiro sensed danger, but his attack was already irreversible.

Galos didn't even raise his claws.

He merely shifted his massive body slightly, using the part covered by heavy shoulder armor to gently bump into the charging imposter.

boom!
The impact sound wasn't loud; it was more like the muffled thud of a heavy object falling into water.

But at the moment of contact, the dragon, which was actually a demon, crashed into a steel mountain, and its entire body began to disintegrate from the point of impact.

Scales shattered, shadows flew.

The 30-meter-long dragon-shaped object, like a sand sculpture, was struck by a giant hammer and shattered into countless fragments that flew everywhere.

"Wow!!!"

The cheers of the spirits were deafening.

They leaped out of their hiding places, waving their arms and legs excitedly.

"Your Majesty is mighty!"

"I slapped the fake to pieces!"

"Wow, that's amazing! Absolutely incredible!"

Galos basked in the praise of the spirits, and his spirits soared.

He shook his head, his tail wagging, and even said, "Come on, louder! Cheer louder, so I can feel your joy!"

The creatures were very cooperative.

They jumped higher, sang cheerful tunes, and offered even more enthusiastic cheers.

The entire verdant countryside seemed to have transformed into a celebration, with even the fruit trees appearing to sway gently to the rhythm.

Galos nodded in satisfaction, then turned his gaze back to the battlefield.

The demon did not die.

The scattered fragments of shadow are gathering and reforming.

This time it was smaller in size, but still maintained the form of the Red Emperor. However, the resentment and madness emanating from its body were even more intense.

"Impossible...impossible! I am the Red Emperor!"

The demons let out chaotic screams.

Unable to accept that it was so easily defeated by the original, it descended into a deeper madness.

"Power... I need even greater power! I am the invincible Red Emperor... I will not lose!"

With a hoarse roar, a deep, dark purple light shone from the center of Mosiro's body.

Roar!
The demonic dragon raised its head and roared, its body engulfed in golden lightning and black-red flames, and its size began to expand once more.

At the same time, its neck tore and grew, and a slightly smaller dragon head grew out; its shoulder blades bulged and burst open, extending two extra arms, and its body surface was covered with bewitching patterns like red lotus flowers.

It transformed into its strongest form with two heads and four arms.

Immediately afterwards, its four dragon claws reached into its body at the same time, grabbed the dark purple light, and forcefully pulled it out!
hum!
The light extended, intertwined, and coalesced, transforming into four twisted, dark purple demonic swords.

The sword is covered with eye-shaped patterns, and the space at the blade is slightly distorted, as if even the light is being cut.

This is the embodiment of the "legendary magic sword" in its birth story, and also its core power. Previously, it relied on the magic sword to defeat the Red Emperor, who was Vera in disguise.

This time, the demon fused the power of the demon sword with the form of the Red Emperor.

The aura of danger it exudes is stronger than before.

However, this scene still did not frighten the spirits.

Their faith in Garros had reached a blind level; they continued to cheer and encourage him, and some of the little ones even started betting on how many seconds the demon could last this time.

Galos examined the new form of the demon with great interest, his dragon snout slightly upturned, revealing an expression that resembled a smile.

Then, he moved too.

Boom! Boom! Boom!
Like oil being poured into a raging fire, a surging and vast dragon aura ignited from his body, swirling and flowing around him. In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a mighty figure with three heads and six arms!
The six dragon claws simultaneously grasp each other, and the dragon energy gathers and shapes them.

One after another, long spears interwoven with gold and black-red lightning flames appeared in his claws.

"Haha... It's fake! You really are fake!"

Seeing this scene, which had never appeared in the story of the "Red Emperor," the demon let out a twisted, maniacal laugh, as if it had found evidence to prove that it was the original.

"This isn't in the story... You're lying to me!"

"story?"

The middle head of Galos spoke, saying, "That's just my past."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the demonic dragon, carrying four twisted demonic swords, pounced fiercely in a distorted form with two heads and four arms.

Its movements were ferocious, with four swords slashing out from different angles, sealing off all of Galos's escape routes.

Galus did not retreat but advanced, all six of his arms moving simultaneously.

The Thunderflame Spear transformed into a net of spear shadows, meeting the attack head-on!

Attack against attack, wounds for wounds.

scoff!scoff!
The tearing sound rang out almost simultaneously.

The demon's four demonic swords did indeed hit their mark.

Two swords struck Garos' left shoulder armor, one slashed across his chest and abdomen, and the last sword struck his back.

Galos, whose defenses were strong enough to withstand legendary weapons, was easily sliced ​​through like leather by these demonic swords, leaving four deep wounds that exposed bone.

The Demon Sword possesses properties that Garos has never encountered before.

They seem to be able to ignore the target's physical and magical resistance and act directly on the "existence" itself. This kind of damage is extremely rare and would be enough to make Grand Rank members wary in the material world.

But Galus was not surprised, but rather pleased.

The flesh at the wound writhed and healed at a visible speed; his body was rapidly regenerating, adapting to the damage in battle, and developing corresponding resistance.

Galos's counterattack was even more effective.

Six lightning-flame spears simultaneously struck the demon dragon's torso, limbs, and head.

The dragon's seemingly mighty body was like rotten wood in front of these spears.

The spear tip pierced through without any obstruction, and then the dragon's energy erupted from within.

Boom! Boom! Boom!
A series of explosions rang out.

The demon dragon's body was blasted open with six huge holes.

Tear!

Galos exerted force with all six arms simultaneously, his spear bursting forth and tearing the demon dragon into several large pieces!

Then, instead of rushing to attack, he waited for the demon to reassemble.

"No! I don't believe it! I am the Red Emperor! I am invincible!"

The demon went mad, and after reforming its body, it brandished four demonic swords and launched another fierce attack on Garos.

However, it is the false one.

On the other side, the real Red Emperor moved even faster and more ruthlessly!

Galos completely abandoned his defenses, allowing the demon sword to tear his body apart.

At the same time, he looked around with his three heads, his senses firmly locked onto the demons and ghosts, and with all six arms swinging, the dragon energy spear transformed into a rain of death, stabbing, slashing, and sweeping from all angles.

Each attack shattered the demonic dragon.

The demon's counterattacks could occasionally add new wounds to Garos, but as time passed, with the demon's sword's power not diminishing much, the new wounds became smaller and smaller, far less than they had been at the beginning.

The battlefield turned into a one-sided crushing defeat.

The spirits were mesmerized, and their cheers rose in waves.

They only saw the great Red Emperor toying with them like children, repeatedly defeating the evil demons, his wounds healing rapidly, his breath remaining steady as ever.

This effortless composure demonstrates greater strength than a brutal crushing defeat.

Finally, after being shattered for the fifteenth time, a sliver of clarity seeped into the demon's mind.

escape!
The thought flashed through its chaotic consciousness like lightning.

The fragments no longer attempted to coalesce into a dragon shape, but instead coalesced into the form of a falcon with a huge wingspan.

With a flap of its wings, the falcon unleashed a blinding burst of lightning, its speed suddenly increasing as it shot off into the distance like an arrow released from a bow.

"Want to go?"

Galos raised all three of its heads at the same time, its eyes locking onto the fleeing demon.

The Eye of Truth locked onto the demon, analyzing all its escape routes.

Then, all six of his eyes widened at the same time.

Boom boom boom!
A dazzling burst of flames erupted out of nowhere, causing the demon's body to tremble violently.

At the same time, Galos stretched out his six arms and hurled all of his Thunderflame Spears.

The moment the spear left his hand, it broke the sound barrier, transforming into six streaks of interwoven gold and red light that drew dangerous arcs in the air, shooting towards the trapped demon from different directions.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!
Six sounds piercingly piercingly occurring almost simultaneously.

The Thunderflame Spear struck the eagle that was the demon in disguise, piercing through its wings, torso, and head. Its momentum did not diminish as it flew backward, carrying the demon's body, and finally pinned it to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the balance was broken when the dragon energy spear, which had lost Garos's continued control.

Boom!

A deafening explosion.

All the spears detonated simultaneously, creating a deep crater in the ground and shattering the demons.

But Galos knew that wasn't enough.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, tiny dark spots of light began to appear in the air.

This time, Galos did not give him the chance to condense.

He's taking my life!

The crimson iron dragon's claws were spread wide, and with a deadly suction force, it forcibly pulled the points of light towards it. Then, the claws of destruction closed simultaneously, enveloping them in the center, compressing and imprisoning them inward.

"No...no...I am the Red Emperor...I should be..."

The voices of demons and monsters emanated from the sphere, filled with resentment and chaos.

You are nothing.

"Garos said calmly."

The dragon claws closed completely.

All the shadows, fragments of the story, and negative emotions were compressed and imprisoned, eventually solidifying into a black sphere.

Mosiro, a demon born from the story, was sealed by Garus's Destroying Claws and became a trophy in his hands.

Galos is stronger when he is unarmed.

His claws are his most powerful weapon.

"The inherited knowledge mentioned that demons and ghosts are extremely difficult to completely eliminate."

Garros weighed the crystal sphere in his hand. "As long as its birth story continues to spread, it can continuously draw power from the story to be reborn. But the seal of the Claw of Annihilation should be able to sever this connection. At least while it's in my hands, it won't be able to come out again."

The battle is over.

He relinquished his three-headed, six-armed form and returned to normal.

Meanwhile, all the wounds on his body caused by the demonic sword had healed completely, leaving no scars.

Moreover, he could clearly feel that his body had developed a special resistance to attacks like the "Demon Sword," and the damage would definitely decrease if he encountered a similar attack again.

"awesome!!!"

Vera cheered and flew over, circling Garros before finally hovering in front of him, her eyes fixed on the black crystal sphere in the dragon's claw: "You... sealed it away?"

"That's it."

Galos held the crystal sphere in front of Vera, "but it cannot leave my grasp."

This is a weakness of the Claw of Annihilation; there is still room for improvement.

"Oh, then give it to me! I will seal away the demons!"

Vera puffed out her little chest and stretched out her two front paws.

Galos handed over the crystal ball.

Vera eagerly placed her paws on it and chanted an incantation.

Images from the 'Red Emperor's Story' were extracted and returned to her body, and she regained her power.

Immediately afterwards, countless chain-like inscriptions appeared, enveloping the demon orb.

"Done! Perfect seal!"

Vera clapped her paws and said, "Now it won't be able to come out and harm people anymore! Here, take this."

She handed the Demon Ball back to Garoth.

Galos examined it for a few seconds, then accepted it and put it into his spatial item.

This thing makes a nice souvenir, and given its unique life form, it might even have some useful applications.

"Your Majesty is amazing!"

"That evil thing can no longer harm people!"

"We should have a celebration!"

The spirits offered suggestions all at once.

Soon, under Vera's direction, an impromptu celebration began.

The fairies picked the freshest fruit from the orchard and took out their treasured nectar and morning dew from the warehouse, and set up a feast in the central open space.

They sang, danced, and told jokes, immersing the entire verdant countryside in joy.

Galos lay to the side, watching the celebration.

He ate a bright red one, letting the joy wash away the feeling of being after the battle; then he ate a refreshing one, feeling a tingling and pleasant sensation all over his body, and his spirits lifted...

Finally, he tasted the nectar offered by the spirits. It was made by fermenting the first drop of dew from hundreds of flowers in the morning with the tenderest stamens. It was sweet with a complex floral fragrance, and every sip was like tasting a sea of ​​flowers.

"The Immortal Wilderness."

Hong Tielong muttered to himself, "This is truly a place full of surprises."

No wonder, intelligent life forms that have traveled between different planes find it hard to stay in the material world, especially powerful beings that have lived for a long time. The magical scenery of various planes does have an extraordinary attraction.

　I recommend a book: [I Command You to Become the Leader of Tantric Buddhism]

The gaslight illuminated the enormous difference engine. Elliott pushed the lever in front of the table, and the machine hummed low, ejecting cards one by one.

Let's see if there are any unusual events.

The cards moved across the table, and the card for "[Confused Girl]" was pushed into the slot for "[Night Wanderer]", pointing to "[Bustling City]".

Vanessa froze, an invisible force manipulating her body as she stepped toward the lights.

She passed by the corpses on the street, she looked at the decaying prosperity, she faced everything that had been trampled upon.

Her eyes held no more joy or sorrow: "So that's how it is. Is this all you wanted me to see, my Lord?"

[A confused girl] → [A devout girl]

"I will become your representative, and I will let your glory fill this filthy world. If there has never been justice in this world, then death is also equal."

[A devout young girl] → [The leader of a secret cult] [You have established a secret cult, and your evil name will be sung throughout the world.] Elliott scratched his head: "Strange, how come just letting her go out for a stroll turned her into a fanatic?"

"I didn't proselytize either."

(End of this chapter)