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

Ultimate skills also vary in strength, with the King of Pride undoubtedly being among the strongest, corresponding to the King of Justice.

Destruction may be powerful, and it can be used for self-preservation, but victory...

Ronan nodded, understanding the unspoken meaning in her words.

Now that he had returned to the Heavenly Wing Kingdom, he suddenly remembered something and asked:

"What if we add other demon kings or demon dukes?"

"You said before that you defeated several other demon progenitors, right?"

"Can they be as loyal as you?"

Upon hearing this, Carrera's expression changed.

She understood Ronan's meaning perfectly well; she just really disliked them.

Ronan, however, paid no attention to these things and continued:

"I'll give you three days to subdue another one for me."

"The two of you should join forces to deal with Qi Yi, so as to prevent widespread bloodshed."

He never relied on his own reputation for prestige.

Guy might compromise, but the rest of the Demon Lords... In short, it's necessary to make an example of them.

Helpless, seeing her master speak like this, Carrera could only lower her head and reply in a muffled voice:

"Yes."

As they entered the castle, their footsteps echoed, and Ronan's voice continued:

"Remember, you need to have a good temper, just like you. Destroying buildings is fine, but killing people indiscriminately is not."

Carrera paused, couldn't help but sigh, and suddenly realized that this task was extremely troublesome.

Good-tempered... that's completely unrelated to the progenitor of demons.

But the master's orders are absolute.

At this point, we have no choice but to obediently carry out the order.

"Yes, my lord."

……

pat.

In the small, dark room, as the desk lamp was turned on, the glaring light made Ronan squint.

He stared at the scorching dragon with its eyes closed before him and suddenly felt as if he were being tortured.

Wave goodbye.

"Turn it off and start over. There's no need to be so stressed."

Jingjiang said "oh" and then turned off the desk lamp.

Once the room was filled with softer light, the scorching dragon slowly awoke.

Upon seeing Ronan, her expression changed, and she instinctively shrank back, yet remained motionless. Clearly, she was restrained in place.

"What are you trying to do? I'm warning you! My body is not for you humans to touch!"

Her previous series of inappropriate actions left her extremely frightened.

The image of him choking himself and then painfully sticking out his tongue is particularly bizarre.

What would I do with your body?

Ronan sat down in front of her and gently shook his head.

Later, after she calmed down.

"Tell me, has the White Ice Dragon been resurrected?"

Ronan leaned forward, placing his hands crossed on the table.

"If they are resurrected, where will they be? If they are not resurrected, where might they be born?"

He posed this crucial question, and the scorching dragon's expression changed; it seemed it wanted to refuse to answer.

However, his mouth was out of his control, and he involuntarily uttered the answer.

Fortunately, she was just an avatar and was unaware of what happened next.

This is also why the original body felt at ease sending her out.

Ronan laughed upon hearing this:

"So you were just an avatar. No wonder you were so obedient and took the White Ice Dragon away, right?"

"So how is she now? Is she alright? Why is she with you?"

He pressed on, and the scorching dragon revealed the truth once again.

Upon learning that his Wind Spirit Moon Shadow had permanently weakened the White Ice Dragon's attributes, Ronan's eyes flashed with interest.

It's definitely a cheat program. Although it gets really boring after using it a lot, it's not bad for punishing others.

With that in mind, Ronan refocused his gaze on the scorching dragon.

The scorching dragon felt its scalp tingle under that intense gaze, and desperately wanted to question the other party about their intentions, because the look was extremely aggressive…

She soon found out the answer.

"My power...!"

Veruglind's eyes widened suddenly, his face contorted in shock.

She discovered her power was steadily disappearing. Not magic essence, but…

"You...you deserve to die! Just how many ultimate skills do you possess? Give me back my King of Redemption!"

"Those are my brother's things!"

She clenched her fists, gritted her teeth, and wanted to slam her fist on the table to vent her anger, but her hands were firmly bound by the ultimate metal and she could not move.

Hate! I've never hated anyone like this before!

If you lose magic essence, there may be other ways to recover it, but if you lose your ultimate skill, it's truly gone.

Those were her brother's belongings, the only thing she owned that could prove he had ever existed.

But now…

"No, don't take it away! I was wrong, I'm willing to atone for my sins!"

Seeing Ronan calmly continue absorbing its power, the scorching dragon finally panicked.

She began to beg for forgiveness, began to repent, began to…

In short, she said everything she could think of in a short time. Unfortunately, Ronan still ignored her.

Only by losing something do we learn to cherish it and appreciate the value of what we had.

"Waaah... Brother..."

Five seconds later, the power completely disappeared, and the scorching dragon slumped into the chair.

Feeling the emptiness in her heart, she seemed to forget the fact that she was just an alter ego and began to cover her face and sob.

Her existing memories tell her that she will never have the Redeemer King again.

Why……

She could fully understand her sister's feelings at that time, even more desperate than before, and because of this, regret began to grow and spread.

But then...

"you…!"

With her eyes fixed on Ronan, she began to act recklessly, her teeth seemingly ready to crush her gums.

"Unforgivable!"

Since there's nothing left, it's better to just die.

She was going to risk her life to tell the original Ronan the fact that he could seize the ultimate skill.

pity…

"Jingjiang, keep an eye on her."

Ronan casually gave an order, and the scorching dragon, who was about to commit suicide, was immediately suppressed.

Her face was pressed against the table.

His eyes were wide open in anger, and his hair was disheveled.

Ronan stood up and looked down at them:

"Hmm, not bad eyes. I hope you remember what happened today. Hate me if you want."

"It's a pity you only have half the power, otherwise your repentance would have been more sincere..."

"If you knew you were wrong, why didn't you do it sooner?"

"You...!" The scorching dragon seemed to have no other lines to say.

Ronan understood that anger could cloud judgment and cause one to slur their words.

But this is not a reason for her to aid and abet evil.

"Calm down, because it won't be long before I absorb even your other half of power, including the King of Endurance that your sister possesses."

"I won't let you die. I'll make you see the consequences of recruiting war criminals."

"Jingjiang, lock her up."

Izawa Shizue's expression was complicated, but since she was about to become his other half, helping him was helping herself.

Moreover, letting bad people receive the punishment they deserve is also a way of doing justice.

"Yes."

After the struggling, scorching dragon was taken into a specially made cell, the two left the dark room.