Defying the Fate of Beheading-Chapter 628 - 335: The Roar of the Purgatory Dragon, Thunderstorm from the Heavens

High above.

Louis paused for half a day before reacting: "What did I just slash?"

The Limuru dragging him up into the sky almost couldn't hold its expression, trying hard to suppress the corners of its mouth from rising.

What could it say?

It was just an innocent slime!

Other than clapping its hands to cheer for its master, it could do nothing else.

But it vaguely remembered that when it was eating and drinking well at the White Tower, the mages there realized it had an extraordinarily high understanding ability not inferior to humans, and started frantically educating it on the top races discovered on the Star Continent and beyond.

In the words of a white-bearded old mage named Gandalf:

"Your species has the advantage of naturally emulating the blood power of other races, so if you have the chance, you must catch those top races' butts and take a big bite."

Then those shameless mages specifically listed it a batch of recipes.

Among them, when introducing the "Abyssal Delicacies Chapter," they particularly emphasized the Balrog Flame Demon, this top-tier demon.

It's said that among the Abyssal Lords, quite a few ascended by way of the Balrog Flame Demon.

This demon evolution branch, proficient in abyssal magic, capable of spatial teleportation, and possessing extremely strong melee abilities, leaves even ordinary legends struggling.

Yet, what did it just see?

Its own master killed it in one move.

Ah ah ah!

Master, you darn villain!

Exactly who's the legend here?

Limuru felt infinite resentment in its heart, greater than the sky.

I was the one who became a legend first, I was the one who traveled a thousand miles to find you, I was the one who helped you create the Ten Thousand Transformations Sword Pill... but why are you so skilled?

I just received the power of the Purgatory Dragon and merely wanted to show you what a Purgatory Dragon's roar looks like, is that too much (voice trembles)?!

That's not too much at all!

But~ boohoo, why is the master so strong?

At least give the Balrog Flame Demon a bit of face, cross swords a couple of times before cutting it down, okay!

But you actually blasted it apart with a mass-produced Sword Pill.

Thinking about this made Limuru's heart ache.

Recalling the past, when it could still act as its master's shield.

Those days being chased by the King of the Living Dead, carrying its master while running wildly on the Dragonbone Prairie, are gone forever.

——But I still have to help my master, work diligently.

Thinking of this, Limuru looked at the Abyssal Church followers hiding on the other islands, surrounded by the Curse Binding Legion and Soldier Tomb Army, being hunted like dogs, and suddenly showed a twisted smile.

"Awoooo~"

No, wrong shout.

It's not a dog after all.

But in its master's words, "When fighting the Abyssal Church, it doesn't matter how many dogs there are."

Thus it launched a long-range magic strike without hesitation.

Under Limuru's summons, the entire sky over the Pirate Islands was covered by pitch-black clouds.

Lightning and thunder illuminated the islands below like broad daylight.

The thickness of a barrel of lightning kept falling on the surrounding islands from the sky.

This was its first time showing the world what forbidden magic called "Domination of All Things" looked like.

The rushing thunder transformed many islands into a blazing sea of fire, but the descending rain extinguished the flames.

"Ah!"

"God, please forgive me."

"I didn't become an Evil God Cultist willingly."

"No! No! No! It shouldn't be like this."

"Is our deity punishing me?"

The Evil God Cultists who could still remain here were either pieces completely abandoned or madmen who knew they couldn't escape.

But whether they were pawns or madmen, at this moment, they all felt genuine fear towards that phantom in the sky.

The power of a legend was already beyond their comprehension, let alone an attack resembling the might of a demigod.

Louis looked at Limuru beneath his feet with curiosity:

"You seem a bit more excited today than usual."

Limuru was silent for a moment, then its voice sounded in Louis's mind:

"Master, trust me, I can still fight."

"Pfft, are you afraid I'll abandon you?"

"I'm just afraid you'd think I'm useless."

Louis was filled with curiosity.

This was one of the few times Limuru took the initiative to speak with him.

In the past, it seemed like it was afraid of something and seldom directly conveyed its emotions, let alone directly speaking in his mind.

Sometimes, when it lingered by his side for too long, Louis thought it was an automatic answering machine.

If he didn't call it "Limuru-san," it wouldn't respond with an "Aye."

Louis laughed loudly: "What are you worried about? Not many beings could possibly accompany me to the end in this world; you're fairly reliable as far as they go. Besides, I can't handle everything myself, rest easy."

Limuru didn't want to speak.

While feeling happy inside, it also couldn't help but form some thoughts.

It realized that no matter what the future held, it couldn't become its master's strongest power here.

At some unknown point, this flamboyant yet serious master had grown so strong that he needed no one to lean on, but rather had become someone others could lean on.

"Oh, right, Limuru, release some of your avatars to the islands, advance with the team, and directly absorb the defeated enemies without leaving a single one alive."

Limuru gasped.

The master was commanding it to ensure those fallen enemies couldn't get back up.

No chance of survival for the opponents.

It looked sympathetically at the islands below.

What exactly were these Abyssal Church believers thinking, daring to oppose such a terrifying guy as the master?