Frilian: Starting with Wind Spirit and Moon Shadow, Playing Through the Heavens

"Do you even have humanity in your heart?!"

Ronan smiled slightly, reached out and ruffled Jingjiang's hair, his gaze sweeping over the soldiers behind the scorching dragon.

Seeing that some people had already lost control of their bladder and bowels and their legs were trembling uncontrollably, he slowly began to speak:

"You keep talking about the sake of humanity, are you even human?"

"You might as well ask them what they did. My ultimate skill tells me that each of them deserves to be torn to pieces."

"A bunch of beasts."

Ronan shook his head, seemingly wanting to say more, but recalling their actions—even rewriting history—he dropped the subject.

"Forget it, it's like casting pearls before swine. You don't need to say anything more. Today is their day of reckoning."

"Bai, let's do it."

"Yes, Mr. Zabuza."

For convenience, they simply used code names, implying a fatal blow that eliminates the need for a second strike.

Izawa Shizue stepped forward, her Moonlight Rapier shimmering with seven colors. The Scorching Dragon tried to block her, but Ronan's oppressive aura struck.

She could only grit her teeth and let Shizue Izawa pass by.

"Ah! Marshal, what are you doing? We don't want to die—!"

"Spare us! We really know we were wrong!!"

Screams came from behind her, followed by a cacophony of footsteps and the clash of weapons, but she remained motionless, her fists clenched until they turned white.

Only when the smell of blood became increasingly strong, and even the air itself was filled with traces of blood, did her trembling body gradually stop.

They're all dead, it's over, but thankfully I didn't die; they were just some visitors from another world.

Afterwards, thinking that he was going to be taken away, he then proclaimed the devastating defeat of the Eastern Empire.

In the eyes of the scorching dragon, this attack was a conspiracy meticulously planned by the Holy Royal Kingdom.

But conspiracies cannot destroy the empire, and she firmly believes that one day she will get her revenge.

Unfortunately…

Watching Izawa Shizue return to Ronan's side, Ronan nodded in satisfaction, seemingly happy for no apparent reason.

Then, he looked at himself.

Followed by.

The scorching dragon heard a sentence that she would never forget for the rest of her life:

“Your companions are all dead, and you’re next. Do you know why I’m keeping you alive?”

"Repent for what happened back then."

As he spoke, Ronan appeared beside her, grabbed her shoulder, and unleashed a power surpassing that of a dragon.

With a bang.

The scorching dragon's knees uncontrollably touched the ground.

Rocks bulged out and flew everywhere.

Even though she felt no pain due to her thick skin, she was still bewildered at this moment, a look of disbelief flashing in her eyes.

This is…

Looking down at the ground so close to him, a surge of anger welled up inside him, and his face flushed red.

Unforgivable!

however.

No matter how hard she tried, even using all her strength, she couldn't lift her body an inch.

His knees dug deep into the ground, and then he felt a sensation on the back of his head. Under an irresistible force, his head was buried deep in his knees.

It faces Izawa Shizue directly.

"you…!"

He gritted his teeth, the sound squeezed out from between them.

"Take out the recording ball," Ronan interrupted, "There's nothing better than bowing deeply."

Izawa Shizue was also a little stunned for a moment; this scene happened too suddenly.

Fortunately, she had excellent mental fortitude and quickly recovered.

The moment the recording ball activated, the Scorching Dragon struggled and roared:

"Despicable! Let me go if you dare!"

She had never experienced such a humiliating moment, had never knelt before anyone, and had never been beaten by anyone.

But I broke my vow today.

Ronan retorted, "It's not like you can beat me just because I let you go. You should just honestly repent."

"To condone the soldiers' rampant killings, to condone the emperor's recruitment of war criminals, and to condone the empire's invasions everywhere—as marshal, you have truly failed in your duty."

"you…"

The scorching dragon was furious and wanted to raise its head to unleash a furious roar, but it couldn't move its neck at all.

Aggression was the empire's guiding principle; she was merely following the rules and regulations. How could that be considered dereliction of duty?

Damn it... If only this body had half the power of the original, if only...

In short, she felt that if she were in her prime, she could definitely last one more second.

Thinking this, her disheveled appearance was meticulously recorded by the crystal ball.

She thought it would end there, but to her surprise, she found herself uncontrollably repenting for the wrong things she had done.

Instantly, his eyes widened, his pupils contracted violently, but he couldn't change a single word.

Jingjiang was stunned again. These words... she understood. He must have suddenly realized his mistake.

She nodded, a look of remorse and remorse appearing beneath the mask:

"So you've done so many bad things. It's okay, as long as you admit your mistakes, repent, and atone for them."

Dragons can be resurrected even if killed, so death is not torture for them, but a release.

After the scorching dragon delivered his five-minute-long confession, Jingjiang continued:

"Hmm, it should be enough to pay it off in about a thousand years. Lord Zabuza, shall we leave now, or..."

The scorching dragon was furious, its seven orifices emitting smoke. "Who wants to leave with you? Damn it!"

He possessed ultimate skills, yet he was controlled.

It seems that the portion of the power Rudra lost as the King of Justice is indeed in the hands of the other side.

If only we had discovered it sooner, we wouldn't have hit the wrong person back then, and my sister wouldn't have been implicated.

regret.

Ronan glanced sideways at the surrounding ruins, then looked at the rooftops not far away, and nodded.

"Your objective has been achieved. Now, let's leave."

Although we could go deeper, there's no need; the only target is the Scorching Dragon.

We can only interrogate Bai Binglong after we get back, as there are too many people around.

Furthermore, after imprisoning her, one can seize her ultimate skill without being noticed by others.

With that, Ronan lifted the scorching dragon up.

Seeing that no one had appeared, he led Jingjiang through the ruins and back, entering and leaving the deserted area.

On the rooftop, Rudra, who had concealed himself using his skills, looked grave.

Although he wanted to go out and save Veruglind, the greater cause was more important.

Besides, that was just a clone of Verglind. Losing half of his power was serious, but it wouldn't affect his life.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty..."

He apologized in his heart, and a moment of distraction allowed Michael to find another opening.

A red light appeared in his eyes.

Michael is confident that he will be able to completely possess Rudra in the near future, and then carry out his plan to revive Star King Dragon.

He wants to create a world with Star King Dragons.

As long as the Creator God is resurrected.

The mere "Zabuza"...

"Humph."

Michael snorted coldly, his scarlet eyes narrowed as he watched Ronan's departing figure before returning his body to Rudra.

……

At this time, outside the Demon Realm.

Tatsuya Kondo was sitting in a tree, smoking.

He held a cigarette in his mouth, gazing at the layout of the demon realm while pondering how to entice the hero to join the game.

To his surprise, before he could come up with a solution, an urgent secret report sounded from his pocket.

He glanced at it, and his pupils suddenly narrowed.

The cigarette fell to the ground.

……

"Colonel Kansas! Something terrible has happened! The Royal Palace has been attacked and suffered heavy losses. The Emperor orders you to bring your troops back immediately!"

A handsome young man was about to send out scouts deep into the land of demons.

As a land of plenty, it had long been coveted by the empire.