If she had to imagine what Greg should look like, at least in overall appearance, he should be quite similar to Grefrey.

But clearly, she was going to be disappointed.

"Are you serious?" Tepi, however, held a differing opinion as he scrutinized Greg with the disdainful gaze similar to Uffie’s, judging him impolitely, yet his eyes carried a hint of admiration and excitement as he remarked:

"This regal aura is basically overflowing! Honestly!" The Image Stone in his hand began recording automatically "For the sake of restoring ancestral honor, he’s willing to transform himself into a Monster, this kind of spirit is necessary for becoming a king."

He seemed to have reached some sort of unilateral resonance with Greg, as if he also had a goal he was determined to achieve no matter what.

"Are you serious?" Uffie replied with his own words, her eyes filled with oddness.

"I actually think this Mr. Basque has quite an eye for things."

Edgar’s fingers traced magic in the air "This appearance is reminiscent of a Necromancer’s masterpiece, though I didn’t sense any necromancy powers from him, or else I could’ve counteracted him, maybe even enslaved him."

"A bit intimidating." Isha’s comment was simple.

"Not too bad, should pair well with Yarn’s atmosphere."

Somehow, Fanen’s mind conjured an image of himself with a bunch of Wolfman arms attached, prompting him to shake his head to dispel the odd idea.

Their behavior of judging him like some kind of crafted artifact angered Greg.

Anyone normal would be upset about this, let alone him. The stronger the summoned Monster, the more intelligent they seemed. This marked Sain Dungeon’s progress, but Gong Qiying could also actively manipulate the Monsters to make them smarter.

"Mere Faded ones, yet so arrogant."

His tone was venomous and ruthless, not like Stoneveil City’s Storm but rather like something sharp caught up in a storm, ready to strike at any moment.

"Uh oh, he seems angry." Uffie twirled her spear "Fighting him should be similar to battling the limb-connecting nobles."

"That remark will only make him angrier!" Tepi rolled his eyes, wondering how anyone could be so fond of stirring the pot!

It’s not that Uffie lacked situational awareness; she simply felt that in the Dungeon, especially when facing Monsters about to engage in combat, they could afford to drop their emotional intelligence a bit.

Greg was clearly enraged. The protrusions beneath his cloak were restlessly writhing, as if a swarm of Aliens were about to burst out. The casually draped cloak slipped off, revealing the true form of his body.

He turned to face the adventurers, his grotesque and twisted appearance on full display.

"Really does look quite similar to the limb-connecting nobles..."

Fanen stared at Greg, and any adventurer with experience in Nimgefo would instantly spot that his entire torso utilized the massive body of a Mountain Monster, with multiple Faded limbs grafted onto the Mountain Monster’s frame, not just arms but several legs too.

Back, side waist, thighs... limbs of varying sizes dotted all over, some still bloody, armored yet attached, truly a sight not out of place even in Yarn!

The difference from the limb-connecting nobles was probably in the number of limbs attached, and the fact that he stood up and walked upright.

Moreover, his aura was far superior to those fellows! 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"You are unforgivable."

Greg turned around, revealing the golden giant axe and a slightly smaller axe behind him; he actually carried weapons with him!

The Mountain Monster’s hand heavily lifted the giant axe, while the Faded limb beneath the same side of the Mountain Monster’s arm grabbed the small axe. Relative to his size, this "small axe" was equivalent to a good-sized Big Axe for humans!

The Golden Giant Axe held by both hands, for a moment, Greg seemed to become the Grefrey in the painting, as if truly exuding the majestic air of a king!

The giant axe slammed into the ground, cracking it, as an invisible wave of air lifted the sand and earth, Greg’s voice rang out.

"Kneel, for I am the Golden King!"

All the attached limbs twirled together, the golden giant axe shining brightly, solemnity and grotesqueness intertwined at that moment, the prestige of the Golden Clan’s descendant being demonstrated!

"Not bad, not bad, just like this... almost every king’s statue will feature the gesture of holding a weapon with both hands to demonstrate authority, that’s quite impressive."

Just when Greg was about to showcase his majesty, an untimely voice suddenly popped up at the scene; by the content, it seemed as if Luluwo had come here, but in fact, it was Tepi speaking.

He used the Image Stone to record the scene perfectly and, believing he had captured the moment from the perfect angle, felt this piece of footage could even be considered an art piece.

No matter if it attracted adventurers or not, at least for his own emotional value, it seemed to suffice!

The atmosphere at the battlefield, which had barely heated up, fell silent for a moment due to his interjection.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, Greg boomed aloud, his huge and twisted body dragging the Golden Giant Axe as he charged ferociously towards the people, the ground sparking with dangerous flashes!