While Jona Velli was distracted, Veitris sensed the brief moment of reduced attention and shot forth like a projectile.
Yes, she literally shot forth like an explosion.
The massive Green Dragon flapped her exaggerated dragon wings, the immense force triggering a hurricane.
As for the dragon herself, she pounced away in an instant, fleeing.
She was a Green Dragon, naturally cunning, and would not linger in a battle with massive risks and too many unknown factors.
She had plenty of time to seek revenge later; there was no rush for this moment.
Right now, what she needed to do was escape quickly and find an opportunity to retaliate against Jona Velli and the others, just as she had once waited for the chance to annihilate Barosar Swamp.
The idea was beautiful, the action beyond reproach, and her vigilance and cunning were high enough.
But she had made a few mistakes: she didn't understand Jona Velli's abilities and had underestimated her power.
And... Gris's determination for revenge!
The moment she began her frantic dash, Gris, who had been constantly wary of Seranos and Veitris, instantly activated the Imprisonment Rule.
Although his power wasn't great enough, only able to imprison her in her Prime Age for a mere two seconds.
But it was precisely those two seconds that caused a sense of despair to bloom within Veitris.
Because... "Thinking of escaping after doing such evil things?"
The voice came from beside her; she didn't need to turn her head, for a strange white dragon head had already entered her field of vision.
Clearly, Veitris saw the disdain and mockery in Jona Velli's eyes.
*Crack—*
"Ang!"
Veitris let out a howl of agony as snow-white dragon claws gripped the wing bones of her Green Dragon wings and crushed them with sheer, brutal force.
And that wasn't all; before the horrified gazes of those around her, Jona Velli actually tore off Veitris's two dragon wings just like that.
Blood splattered, spraying wildly.
The red dragon blood splashed onto the ground; the toxins contained within were unbearable for many demons, causing them to die instantly on the spot.
As for the Dragon Vein Followers? They didn't feel much, as their tough, defensive scales were enough to block it.
The red dragon blood splattered onto the charcoal-white dragon body, blooming like patches of bright red flowers.
Hearing Veitris's screams, Jona Velli narrowed her dragon eyes in pleasure.
Gris also felt incredibly satisfied! Friel was completely immersed in the moment; while pinning Harmody under her foot, she joyfully raised her dragon head and let out a dragon roar.
"Ang—"
The sound was wild and unrestrained, the light rhythm representing its master's current joyful mood.
Dragons are the overlords of the sky, the kings of the high heavens.
To the dragon race, the sky is like water to fish or the grasslands to wild horses; without wings, a dragon loses the right to soar through heaven and earth and enjoy freedom.
Although, with the powerful recovery of a True Dragon, they would grow back before long, what did that matter?
Even if they grew back, even if she recovered to her original state, could it negate the past where her right to enjoy freedom was forcibly stripped away?
No, it could not; this had become an established fact. She, Veitris, had been humiliated by Jona Velli in such a cruel manner!
Jona Velli's actions were no longer just about torturing and killing Veitris; they had escalated to insulting her dignity and majesty.
A dragon can be killed, but not insulted! The dignity of a True Dragon is what they value most, what they cherish most; its status even exceeds that of life and treasure.
Therefore, such an act was more painful than killing Veitris outright.
Dragons are inherently evil, especially the Chromatic Dragons; the most direct manifestation is their wanton slaughter, enjoying the desperate, painful cries of living beings.
This terrifying scene was deeply etched into the souls of the demons and the Dependents.
They were demons, monsters, it was true; they never considered themselves kind.
However, they felt fear and dread toward a race like the dragons, who took pleasure in torture, acted on every whim, and were even this cruel to their own kind.
What chilled them even more was that, despite having such a nature, they were also incredibly powerful, among the very top tier.
The dragon race, or rather the dragons, had almost no weaklings.
Even if there were, they were merely inferior breeds with thin bloodlines that the dragons themselves didn't acknowledge.
Unfair, it was simply too unfair!
Why was a race so arrogant, haughty, extremely conceited, ferocious, and tyrannical—a collection of every possible flaw—so powerful?
Even... even their method of increasing strength was merely taking a nap?
This was the resentment in the hearts of all demons, and indeed the thought of every creature in the world.
Because this world was too unfair!
They possessed beautiful qualities and fine virtues, but... they were weak; compared to dragons, they were far too weak.
On the other hand, Seranos, seeing his companion of a hundred years being tortured like this, was filled with a murderous rage.
Just as he was about to step forward, he was blocked by the Black King, Gris.
Right at that moment, the surrounding light suddenly turned deep red, and the vision grew dim.
Everyone was stunned; before they could react, a deep red blood sword abruptly appeared in mid-air.
Jona Velli tossed Veitris aside, letting her fall, and looked at the blood sword in mid-air with a slightly solemn gaze, narrowing her dragon eyes.
She could sense the aura of the Blood Race from this sword... This was a blood sword as deep red as blood itself; the blade wasn't sharp and even looked somewhat blunt.
And on the sword, a red vertical pupil slowly opened.
"That... that is the Legendary Demon Sword!"
"It's actually Legendary equipment! As expected of the First Generation Demon King!"
"Great! Crush them!"
"Make them pay the price for their insolence!"
The demons raised their arms and cheered, their ranks surging with excitement.
The next second, the hunched figure of the First Generation Demon King appeared behind the blood sword.
His dark purple, withered-tree-like skin bunched together as the corners of his mouth curled slightly.
Only a raspy voice could be heard.
"I will. I shall grant these arrogant and conceited dragons... judgment!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the First Generation Demon King grabbed the hilt, and with a thought, the blade trembled.
In that very instant.
Strands of blood-colored energy emerged from the bodies of all the demons enveloped by the red light.
The blood energy grew more and more, becoming increasingly powerful.
"I... this is my..."
"My life force is draining away!"
"Lord Demon King! You... what is the meaning of this?"
The demons soon realized something was wrong, only to see the First Generation Demon King say with a hint of regret.
"I really didn't want to start the harvest this early. If you must blame someone... blame them."
After saying that, the First Generation Demon King's thought pulled the red blood energy from these demons rapidly toward the blood sword.
Benefiting from this, the Demon King's appearance quickly became youthful and vibrant.
And his strength showed signs of breaking through the shackles of a Half-God.
He greedily absorbed the life force of the demons, his expression full of pleasure.
But... there were no NPCs here, nor any so-called idiots; especially dragons like Jona Velli and the others, who possessed inherited memories and rich combat experience, they certainly wouldn't let you start your second phase.
"Eternity!"
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